You're Going Down (OPEN)

Bridget froze in place and glanced around, something just felt off...Unsure of what to expect she shrugged and continued on her way. Just incase she kept the safety off and walked with her hands on her hips. If anything were to happen, she'd have no problem in pulling out her weapon in time. Bridget was still trying to get use to this whole 'second-in-command' role, it wasn't rocket science but it wasn't easy either. She politely dipped her head to a few passers by and continued strolling down the streets of Woodbury. Bridget had thought of consulting the Governor again, to give him a warning about her earlier suspicions. Maybe they were planning something? Who knows...but she didn't want to accuse someone of a crime before she was absolutely sure. That would not only make a fool of her but also of the Governor. Even so, If she was right she could potentially save the town.

Bridget crossed her arms and took a long look around her. It had been a while since she'd seen the previous Captain. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but even so it could mean trouble.

Knowing something was off she had decided to take a chance. She could practically smell the peril lingering heavily in the air.

"I'm heading on home." Bridget announced informally and leapt down from the guards-wall. She gave a fellow soldier a slap on the back. "Your turn, keep your eyes open." Her shift was now over and it was her turn to go home. She'd been rather uneasy lately, the sense of being watched had only gotten worse in the previous hours. It made her hair stand on end and her skin crawl with goosebumps.

Bridget hadn't heard from the Governor in a long while and had began to worry. She decided to go check on him before she headed off. Clutching the grip of her gun she headed through the streets of Woodbury. Walking past a few civilians, curfew would soon be announced.

Pushing through a pair of double-glass doors, the hard soles of her combat boots clomped against the pale diamond tile. The sound echoed inside the empty building, bouncing against the barren walls. Something felt off, it was too quiet. Silence was usually an off setter for Bridget, if it seemed too quiet. Something usually wasn't right. Dashing up a few steps she started down a hallway. Bridget froze hitting the last step, her sense were going on hyper drive as of now. Than something happened. All at once a hand wrapped around her mouth.

She instantly reacted by elbowing the attacker in the ribs. She thrashed around and jerked her head backward smacking the person in the lip with her cranium. Scuffling back she turned her body around and pulled out her gun, flicking off the safety.

Bridget stood pointing the barrel of her gun at her attacker. The first word to come to her mind, was oh shit. Bridget had just smacked her superior in the lip and now he was bleeding all over the goddamn floor. "Son of a bitch, you scared the shit out of me!" She cringed looking at his busted lip. "I am so sorry." She sputtered an apology and hopefully that would do the job. Especially coming from her, apologies were highly illusive.

The raven-haired, wolf-eye'd soldier lowered her weapon but didn't holster it. Without thinking she ripped a corner of her sweat, blood, and dirt splattered tank-top and offered it to him. "You look like shit." She said bluntly, and that was the truth. Phillip Blake looked as if he'd been through hell and back, up the mountains, and back down through the ravine all whilst being dragged by some invisible force. Bridget got a tingling sensation in the back of her mind, concern? Maybe so, as unusual as that feeling was, especially towards something other than the wellbeing of Woodbury itself...Maybe the Governor was Woodbury, his spirit seemed to inhabit every inch and corner of this place. Once bridget decided to come back down into reality, she blinked a few times. She stupidly uttered a muffled, "Oh."  and pointlessly cleared her pipes answering his question.

"Something didn't feel alright and I haven't seen you since this morning. So I suppose I got a little worried. I came to make sure you we're fine and dandy, I was afraid old age had finally gotten to ya and you'd had a heart attack or somethin'." She said as if trying to humor him, sparing any serious emotion. But if you looked close enough it was obvious she was maybe even the slightest worried for his wellbeing. Not that it meant anything at all, even the Governor himself was probably oblivious to that slight sign of emotion.

Bridget managed a half-hearted, nervous chuckle. "Both and I said I was sorry." looking at the Governor with an offset gaze, she shrugged lightly. She still gripped the Desert-Eagle.50, which held about 8 bullets. Holding it had made her hands clammy and the gun felt slippery in her fingertips.

"Well...no offense. But I think the stress makes you look a little older than you actually are." Bridget sniffled leaning awkwardly to the side. Her posture changed drastically as well as her expression when he finished that last sentence. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. Son of a bitch!" Her face morphed into a half-pissed, half-shocked expression.

"That's something else I was going to mention tomorrow afternoon...I didn't think it was that urgent. I'm such a fucking idiot!" Bridget rubbed her temples, gripping the gun harder than before. Her knuckles had begun to turn sickly white matching the sweaty tone of her tank-top.

"I...I..I-" She stumbled to find the right words, inhaling greatly and sputtering the exhaled air. Her breath faintly smelt like strawberry bubble-gum and whisky, with a strong touch of cigar smoke.

"-I got a sense that the Captains boys were planning somethin.."

"I wasn't quite sure and accusing someone of something before it was proven didn't seem right. So I didn't say...anything...lord knows I probably should've."

Bridget hadn't yet mentioned her suspicions of being watched. Because well, it wasn't yet time too.

All in good time...^{all in good time...}

Bridget grunted in reply to the Governors response to her reaction. It was indeed not something to be joked about lightly, so many questions had begun to pop up. She was unsure of what exactly the Captains plan was, he was a poor leader but he wasn't completely idiotic. "Okay." Those simple words sounded as if they were almost choked out of Bridget. She could somehow feel that the Governor getting attacked was her fault. Because in a way, it technically was. She was just relieved the Governor didn't see things in that sense

Once inside the room, Bridget closed the door behind them. She was far too on-edge to take a seat so she just stood. Gently tapping the toe-tip of her combat-boot against the hardwood floor. "I don't know what exactly they were trying to accomplish by knocking you out..." Biting her lip she seemed to daze off for a few seconds, before coming to.

"Don't take this into offense, but why the fuck didn't they just kill you? Their motives seem scattered. I mean if I were the enemy and I had a grudge towards you or anyone else, I'd probably just take them out. Again, no offense." Bridget made full eye-contact whilst saying this. Knowing that if she avoided that important concept her words wouldn't go down the right way.

That would be bad, because right now the trust between the two was an important aspect. They'd need to work together to figure out what Russell's men were planning.

tap-----tap-----tap-----tap-----tap-----tap

Bridget leaned against the wall staring forward with a zombie-like expression. On the outside she seemed to not be listening to a single word. When she indeed was, she was deeper in thought than she had been in a long while. Her fixed gaze dispersed when he moved, she watched as he went to tend to his lip. The constant throbbing of guilt still eating at her. "True, and that probably wouldn't go well. I haven't fully earned the respects of most the town. I'd probably be shutdown within a days light even with the few friends I have..." Bridget pursed her lips and by now her foot had slowed to an almost rhythmic pattering sound.

tap-tap---tap-tap-tap---tap-tap---tap-tap-tap

This continued as their conversation progressed. Bridget didn't bother to try to hide her anger, it was plastered all over her face. Some hard-core retaliating was in store for her enemies, she'd make damn sure of that. The rhythm seemed to change dramatically into a more aggressive non-melodious tune. It was repetitive and without meaning, but the volume of the tapping didn't change, it was soft and she highly doubted anyone would hear them unless close enough.

tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap

This was usually about the point where Bridget would start yelling and throwing things. She would shamefully admit her anger-issues were a constant bother. But around the Governor she seemed to keep cool, due to the fact he probably had worse issues than she did.

tap-tap-ta- and the constant tapping was smothered As if she'd run out of steam, but in fact it was the exact opposite.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. You managed to hit them?" Her head jerked up almost instantly her eyes filled with a sudden interest.