Paladin Chicago didnâ??t bother with stealth, nor did she bother with subtlety. The 5mm, 40 rounds-per-second minigun that she had affectionately named â??Deathâ??s Kissesâ?? was proof of this. The weapon took a few seconds to spin up to speed, but when it reached its full revolution, it could empty the entire 240-round box magazine in 6 seconds, even Super Mutants couldnâ??t stand up to such a barrage for long. However, for such massive firepower there was a drawback. She was a slow and vulnerable target, always counting on her brothers in arms for their protection.<br/><br/>As the first shots of the battle began to rise into the air, Persephone rose from her sheltered position and lumbered into sight of the Super Mutants engaging Paladin Valance. She keyed her headset. â??Paladin Chicago is in position. Engaging hostiles.â? She gripped the lateral bar to keep her aim steady, the Power Armor she wore making the task much easier. Her finger depressed on the trigger, the barrels starting to rotated, a low winding sound rising up over the din.<br/><br/>â??Good night, fuckers.â? She muttered, feeling the sudden recoil from the minigun drive her armored boots into the irradiated soil. The servers in her armor compensating from the added pressure. The first Super Mutant caught in the barrage of fire seemed to come apart at the seams as dozens of round penetrated the mutilated flesh and tore it apart, pasting the wall behind it with blood and viscera.  She shifted her aim, chewing the arm off another Super Mutant, hearing it bellow in pain and rage. Even with one arm nothing but a bloody stump, it still turned and opened fire on her with an SMG. Bullets pinged off her armor, but the Mutant was none too accurate, and most of the shots went wild.