A hard day
 Silver hates it when work gets messy.

It was supposed to be a simple job, a simple caravan guarding job.  Realistically, though, there is never anything simply about war torn countries with starving and powerless people.  The UN food drops, which are a good idea, are never as straightforward as Silver would like but when they go badly, they go so very very badly.  The local gangs try to take the shipments, the government wants to keep it for themselves to make money off of it and everyone else just didn't want to starve.  Sometimes being the good guys makes it that much harder and that much uglier when it all goes down.  People get hurt and on really bad days, people get killed.

A continent away now, post mission briefings over, money collected and Wild Pack paid, Silver allows herself a few moments of silent introspection.  These weigh heavily on her, though she'll never show it in public.  The cost of doing business is the cost of keeping her country safe.  Not every country has someone like her and not ever country ever could.  Still, these people deserve better than the tyrants and despots who think themselves leaders.

Not for the first time, the wonders if she should actually allow herself a short vacation.