Emerald eyes.<br/><br/>That's what she'd noticed first.<br/><br/>Evelyn was of the mindset that, when you could see the whites of the enemy's eyes, to attack. You had very little chance of anything going wrong at such a close distance, and, if you did it right, they'd never know what hit them. Her body tensed as she watched the intruder advancing forward on her own, the motion she'd made cluing her in that, of course, she wasn't alone. With the smallest of nods, bullets rained in her direction.<br/><br/>Keeping her in her sights, she stared Danny down, eyes focused, ready and waiting. When movement caught her attention from the corner of her gaze, she fired in that direction, though her eyes never moved from her target.<span style="font-style: italic">"Cut the head off the snake..."</span>she thought to herself for the umpteenth time as she heard the loud whistle resound. Eve's eyes saw the flash grenades pop up and over, only a fraction of a second before the rest of her team did. Closing her eyes, she remained on her perch, even as her crates shook.<br/><br/>And then that voice...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">â€œALRIGHT! ENOUGH! THROW DOWN YOUR WEAPONS! AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEADSâ€</span><br/><br/>Her team was unable to think, much less shoot, knowing they'd be weighing their options as the sound of the weapon cocking caught her ear. So...she did what any other leader would have done in her place:<br/><br/>Go for the head. Take her down, and the rest follow.<br/><br/>Moving without a second thought, she dove down, pulling a knife from her pant holster, feeling the sting of their colliding bodies as they fell to the cool concrete floor. Legs straddling over her torso, she pressed the blade into Danny's neck, eyes hard as her small hand gun came out with her other hand, pointing at the closest of their crew. She'd expected some form of surprise, something to show just how off-guard she'd truly been.<br/><br/>...But a smirk? That was new.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">â€œI am going to take it you are the leader of this group...â€</span><br/><br/>The amusement on her face had her pulling back her gun, smacking her hard across the face before training it back on the rest of the crew, eyes hardening as she pushed the knife into her neck. "That'd be a safe assumption." Her tone changed then, turning more authoritative. "As for the rest of you, drop the weapons, and get in a single file line against the wall. Now." Evelyn looked down at her capture, pressing the knife a bit more, almost out of spite. "This is our stockpile, and I'll be damned if I let the likes of you come in and take it."