After a war and you return home nothing quite seems the same. You still check over your shoulder and scrutinize strangers as they pass you on the street. Once familiar and friendly places seem a little darker to you and the sleep you used to cherish evades you every night. When you finally do manage to close your eyes and slip into the realm of unconsciouness only nightmares await your subconscious to torment you with supressed memories and horrific images that bring you back to the realm of reality once more. This was the life of Angela Stingard.<br/><br/>Angela was one of the few women to fly over seas and fight alongside men in the War. Normally a woman in the field of battle was enough to shock men into a temporary hesitation but when they saw the speed and deadly nature of this particulary individual they didn't last more than a few moments. Angela was special. A woman forged in fire and light. As hellfire burned through her veins, fueled her rage, and gave her power the light of heaven shown brightly down on her deadly visage.<br/><br/>Standing at only five and a half feet with a build best described as 'lean' she wasn't very formidable looking. She had soft feminine features with long honey colored hair that fell in waves down her back. Her eyes were a deep emerald and her skin as fair as a maiden from a fairytale story. Before hearing her name many men offered her their beds or 'loving' touches but cowered once they learned who she was. A warrior, to put it simply, who fought with the ferocity of a thousand demons. She, along with a handful of others, were apart of an elite group of soliders sent in on suicide missions when all others had failed.<br/><br/>Now, two years after the War, she was stateside and hadn't seen any of her commrades in quite some time. She was inactive, hidden, and bored beyond all belief. Though her sleep was still plagued and paranoia threated to take over constantly she yeared to be back in the fray. That yearing was finally sated when one day she recieved a phone call. An electronic voice on the other end of the line gave her instructions to meet with her team at a specific coordinate and time. They were going hunting.. for one of their own.