To say the standoff went well in her favor would be utter bullshit. Trixie was faced with a man as equally foolhardy and gritty as her; whom wouldn’t cave under the hard gaze of another predator. Someone dangerous.<span style="font-style: italic">’Shoot him now or later?’</span>Savage thought grimly but in the end, she unexpectedly caved in. Not because he was a charming fuck, but because she didn’t dare fire a bullet in potential Stalker infested territory. Annnnnd, an extra gun in the dark would be comforting! Hell, she could use him as bait if a desperate enough situation arose; Providing her the opportunity to run while he was devoured down here. Two birds, one stone.<br/><br/>Taking point with her flashlight equipped Beretta, green eyes glanced back to peer at her newfound dusty haired partner. A warning hidden in their depths that if he tried any nonsense she’d drop him faster than a bird’s heartbeat.<br/><br/>“Alright, let’s get moving then.”<br/><br/>Trixie wasn’t sure what kind of training the man had, but he seemed to know what the fuck he was doing as they perused the sewers. Weapons hot and trigger fingers tense for some action. They walked in silence with only the sloshing of the muck echoing down the circular chambers. Trixie’s flashlight guided them on their disgusting, dark, journey that was seemingly uneventful. Until the moment the light was reflected back at her in reddish hues. A demon of a zombie giving a hellish howl as it fled down a side passage and its brethren answered his call. Trixie’s stained boots were already jogging down the hall when she heard Cain’s yell.<br/><br/>"Fuck! We need to get out of here, now!"<br/><br/><br/>She glanced back at him, already moving towards her destination. Not caring if he survived or not so she replied coldly.<br/><br/><br/>"Just try to keep up."<br/><br/>Swinging her gun to aim down every passage and forestall the Stalkers creeping up on them with the light proved to be a reliable tactic. On the next passage her gun caught the light of a stairwell leading up to the surface. Staring up at it apprehensively she looked to the male at her right.<br/><br/>"Try and keep them off me. I'll see what I can do about getting that open."<br/><br/>Holstering her pistol she began to climb when his sarcastic tone replied to her order.<br/><br/>"If you really think stopping here is the best plan."<br/><br/><br/>She shot her ‘I’m your fucking superior officer maggot! And you damn well better bloody listen to me or else!’ look at him, and was pleased when he drew his rifle with a defeated groan.<br/><br/><br/>"Alright fine, we go with your plan."<br/><br/>Hands struggled with the pothole covering, it had probably been closed with asphalt at some point to try and prevent Stalkers from crawling into the Haven like they were doing just now. She fought against the covering futilely until she heard Cain’s gunshots and angry curses for her to ‘hurry up’ below. “Fuck it.” She rasped taking out her Bayonet and stabbing the thing into a crevice. She cranked the thing up and down until she heard the tar above crack and the metal lid turned. An exhilarated gasp escaped her as she sharply elbowed the last resistance away. Late Morning light poured down the opening, making Stalkers scream, and her want to whoop in victory. Instead the blonde quietly clambered out in a rush, hearing an agitated voice coming up the ladder below, “Thanks for the heads up...." right as she pressed her body against a nearby wall. Well away from the Stalker’s grasp and keeping cover for any chance of Haven patrol walking past. They had infiltrated successfully into a small alleyway behind some warehouse or shop.<br/><br/>“Oh you’re still here?”<br/><br/>Trixie said a bit playfully as he laid down next to the pothole with a groan. “Fucking hate those things… Give me the Goosebumps every time I even think about them.” He said curtly and she had to suppress a smirk.<span style="font-style: italic"> ‘This guy could be an enemy still, Trix. Don’t fancy his wit, AH SHIT!’</span>Just as Mr. Mysterious sat up she spied a desperate Stalker hand reaching into the light to snatch the man’s ankle. Taking her bent blade the woman threw the thing with expert marksmanship. Throwing Knives had been one of her Ranger training strong-points, afterall. The zombie screamed in pain, withdrawing back into the dark and the stranger pushed the covering back onto their escape route with a series of muffled curses.<br/><br/>“Better put some weight over that, asshole… And you owe me a new military grade tactical-knife if I ever see you again. Tch!”<br/><br/>She ground out in a pissy tone; wondering why the fuck she even saved the guy instead of letting the Stalker’s take out a resurgent for her. Angry more at herself than anything, really. Drawing her backup, actual-throwing knife Trixie began to walk away. A hand waved at him without looking back nonchalantly as footsteps carried the dame away. “Good luck doing whatever the fuck you’re doing! Don’t get caught because they’ll kill you if they figure out you’re an outsider. Oh and send the blade to the Savages household in Seattle. Under Trixie in the phonebook.” With that she turned a corner to finally get a good view of Tacoma’s Safe Haven. The place reminded her of the dirty back streets of Afghanistan or… Detroit’s ghetto.<br/><br/>A passing Soldier collecting people for their weekly bar-code scan made the blonde curse and take the nearest door she could find. Right into the Warehouse of Abdul. A foot caught an old paint can causing a bit of a ruckus and the woman immediately crouched, eyes searching for anything that could be a target. “Fuck, nice going girl.” She spat.