Close Quarters Combat Specialist Alisha "Raptor" Barr sat awake the entire night starring at her metalic hands, occasionally feeling phantom limb in her right arm, making it increadibly uncomfortable to sleep. Her crisp blonde hair occasionally falling over her grey eye and burning red eye augment. Her body was decorated in macabre battle scars and mechanical augments. She lost her left hand in a Tactical Espionage mission in Quebec. A group of Communist Extremists were packing more heat than she could bare. She took a AJ-580 "Jackhammer" round to her hand, blowing it apart when it should have been caught by her high density, carbon steel dagger. Her right arm was lost in her last mission when she tried to return a frag grenade from out of an suburban home. She counted one second too short and it detonated as it left her finger tips.<br/><br/>Most people resent their augments, but she looked at them as trophies and her rites of battle. They also gave her speed and agility that she never had before with human hands. Though the artificial nerves were much less sensitive, it was a price worth paying.<br/><br/>When Jack shouted her inner ear augments automatically lowered the pitch. She chuckled at herself as the fittingly named "Kitten" yelled back at him. She followed closely behind Kitten until she reached the same command center.<br/><br/>"So what are we doing?" asked the grim woman as she veiwed the extremely ominous tank "Sabotage I assume, but armor like that is going to be locked up tight. How do you propose we tackle something like that?"