Sonakshi's rotund figure followed Donovan, almost a chase after his feline figure as he cut through a sea of people as they weren't even there. She made the effort to stick to him, feeling that she could sink below those human waves and get lost in the worst place possible. "I can do quick" she affirmed, even if Donovan seemed to be in the zone and there was no way of knowing if he heard her. The round woman was deceptively fast for her size, but obviously she wasn't a match for people in a peak physical form or even beyond. Donovan searched the system for a weak point as she looked a body for an injury, opposite faces of the same coin, the one of the expedite professional, the ruthless artiste.<br/><br/>Finding the wound in the creature, Donovan fell upon it with predatory gait, in this case a poor distracted kid that was meant to serve as a messenger. Sonakshi knew the kind. Too stupid to find himself a proper endeavor, too bold to be aware of his own weakness, too cowardly to push past expectations, too innocent to be cutthroat enough. Many of them died in her arms, many of them she managed to save, and all had something in common. Sonakshi couldn't remember their faces or names, as sure as she would soon forget that kid's scared visage as soon as he was out of her sight. She couldn't hear the wet sound, nor feel in her hands the misplaced joints, but she had a good eye and could see what happened step by step. Dislocated wrist, elbow and shoulder, the arm of the kid turned into a wet noodle in a span of seconds, even if the damage may not be permanent if tended.<br/><br/>Sonakshi followed Donovan and his sad unfortunate guide, nodding to his deranged smile as it was something normal. Well, she had expected that much when the mission required as little of a monetary expense as possible and included Donovan as a bodyguard of sorts, so she just went by into his world, expecting someone to deal with in that black market, not being aware of Donovan's plans in the slightest. He handled the kid as a rag doll, moving deeper and deeper into the unsavory parts of the place, where they went through a variety of offers that encompassed every mortal sin, and perhaps pushed new ones into the mind. Donovan's demeanor made those offers mute in seconds, so they managed to traverse that labyrinth pretty easily. Sonakshi knew her way into trenches, but now she relied on Donovan to get out of that rabbit hole, utterly lost at a wonderland trip that was just starting. After all, no one had their head offed. Yet.<br/><br/>Reaching the clinic the air felt rare, stale, the atmosphere loaded, almost tasting of ozone. Sonakshi felt like the moments before a bombing run, tasting iron as she had bit the inside of her mouth, the back of her head screaming that there was no negotiation to be done, but her brain still not processing every signal, every telltale detail. It was on those three seconds between the kid was pushed in and Donovan stepped when the doctor was finally aware of what was going to unfold, they weren't there for a buy, they were there for a smash and grab. She could have yelled at him, she could have stopped that. Yes, Donovan outranked her, and yes, he looked bloodthirsty, but he was no animal, not yet. He could be stopped, he could be reasoned with, nobody had to die.<br/><br/>And yet Sonakshi said nothing.<br/><br/>Muffled thuds came from the inside, setting the rhythm to the melody. One, two. She pressed herself against the wall, next to the door. One, two, three, she gasped, four, five. The doctor peeked in, bodies on the ground, the cloying smell of charred flesh tainting her nostrils. Backing off from the door at the bark that Donovan made at her, she just waited outside, hearing more shots without flinching. Moments after she could hear a wail that was barely recognizable as Donovan's voice, making her step inside the clinic without a second thought, dodging charred corpses as she rummaged through her doctor's suitcase in search of her army revolver. The piece may be old, but it still worked and even if her aim wasn't trained nor her reflexes were superhuman, her hand was steady.<br/><br/>Only the sounds of more shots gave her pause, different echoes, different guns. Donovan was fine right? He had to be, he may be an animal, but he was on top of the food chain, he was their animal. She pressed in, slowly moving through more corpses, none of her first mate. Her comrade. Her friend. The revolver was already loaded and on her hand, but she left it back on the suitcase as Donovan called for her as he dragged someone out, meeting halfway in. He was dragging around a doctor with a broken nose, the white coat a sign of the first, the blood and tears evidencing the second. Sonakshi's maw tensed as Donovan tore a couple of teeth out, turning the man's face into a messier business, crimson drops dribbling from his face, tainting his no longer pristine coat.<br/><br/>Sonakshi had no time to argue, and it was hardly the time to let horrors of the past war play catch up with her ass. "Don't fucking move" she ordered to Donovan, inspecting the grazing on his midsection, deciding that it could wait, then sticking a fast patch on the shoulder wound to stop the bleeding. She would have to dig the projectile out of there, but that could wait, advantages of treating a tough bastard. Moving on she went through the clinic, rummaging for supplies. If one thing you could find on a backroom clinic were anesthetics and painkillers to keep the patients happy and far from being prone to more of the violence that took them there in the first place. She stuffed her gun in a pocket, freeing space on her suitcase to stuff it with the needed supplies. Finding a similar one, belonging to that doctor who now resided in a world of pain, she emptied it of the unneeded stuff and got it choke full of what she wanted. Luckily she always tended to have pockets to spare in fer fatigues, so she stuffed some more, grabbing a cardboard box of black market anesthetics under one arm and one almost full of painkillers in the other.<br/><br/>"Best worst Christmas ever" she muttered, going back with Donovan, trying to joke herself out of the incoming downer, keeping her blood flowing until they were safe. She could carry everything herself, and she better did, since Donovan would have to keep his hands free if they faced more trouble on the way out. "A safe way out? I'm sure you have one since you look professional, I'd have one" she asked out of the poor doctor without having to add any threats, as they were more than implied and there was only so much pain an untrained body could suffer. "We have to go" she said, as the doctor pointed them a different exit that would take them safely out. Sonakshi looked sad, almost if she was about to puke as she glanced at the unconscious kid with the mangled arm a few feet away, the doctor kneeling besides Donovan.<br/><br/>"We can't leave witnesses. Torch the place as a distraction" she lamented, pointing to a flammable oxygen bottle in the corner.