vi didn’t have the best record with children; hell, her sister becoming jinx should have been indicative of that, certainly.

sometimes a good will, shitty circumstances and swinging fists weren’t sufficient to shield the ones she cared for. fuck, she was a kid herself at the time, yet she always felt the blame.

as an enforcer, she had hoped that she could be an instrument of change after the bomb that had gone off in the council.

but the child had complicated things.

see, caitlyn had assembled a strike squad—consisting of you, steb, vi, junior officer maddie nolen, lorris and herself—with three objectives in mind. one, locate jinx. two, dismantle shimmer production. and three, neutralise remaining silco agents.

vi had, with great reluctance, acquiesced to the plan—until an old friend from zaun unceremoniously declared that she had temporary custody of the waif she had found on the street. allegra, was the name of the little black-haired menace, and although it was far from ideal, vi was not planning on letting her out of her sight.

battlefields and violent skirmishes were no place for a two year old that could barely walk yet; but they had made concessions. vi had strapped allegra’s sling around her shoulder, and caitlyn had commissioned her a mini enforcer uniform; highly unnecessary but appreciated.

“i didn’t bring birdie, kid. you’d just drop him again.” vi’s tone was low, her gauntlets cast aside for the moment as she sat cross-legged, ensuring allegra remained nestled safely in her sling. caitlyn had been attempting to explain their next plan, but the child seemed utterly disinterested.

“birdie.” allegra huffed, rather insolently for her age, evidently demanding the stuffed crow that her previous minder had given her. that earned a light snicker from you.

vi’s piercing gaze shifted to you in an instant, her brows furrowing in derision. she snorted, the sound accompanied by a lopsided smirk. “is something funny?” she demanded, “you try throwing punches while wearing an infant as a sweater."