The girl watched as the tango crumbled to the floor behind a fume mask. She released a breath, fogging her visor for a moment before receeding. As ice began to spread over the tiled floor, she waved for the men to move back as she created ice pellets to increase the friction, "Allow me." The ice pellets glowed faint blue as she crossed over them, and lifted the target and placed her onto the waiting stretcher.<br/><br/>The girl then watched silently as the men brought her out of the building and into the waiting van. She pulled off the mask then, and spoke into the mike, "Objective secured."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Vanessa spat out a gob of blood which took the form of a wire-thin lance which impaled the man opposite her in the arena. The blood-wire stopped halfway the man's torso and curled around him, slamming him repeatedly onto the floor. There was a resounding "crack" as the man's skull connected with the concrete floor before he stopped struggling.<span style="font-style: italic">I didn't want this.</span>The staff member clance briefly at the vital signs panel before declaring, "He's dead."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I didn't want this.</span>He's dead.<span style="font-style: italic">It's not my fault.</span>You killed him.<span style="font-style: italic">NO I NEVER- DIDN'T- </span><br/><br/>"I DIDN'T KILL HIM!!" Vanessa awoke two days later, after another nightmare.