<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20051103202816/marveldatabase/images/8/80/Domino_007.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Domino<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Breeding<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dr. Doom's Ship<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Iceman, Wasp, those on communication channel<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The blaring alarm forced Domino to stop where she stood.  Her fist eagerly went up to signal Iceman to make his stop as well while her other went to the microphone in her ear.  A simple series of beeps was meant to bring their scout to halt as well.  That Wasp might not be familiar with the signal was the last thought in Domino’s head.  Instead she was focused on the pair of guards before her.  Against the pocket of her shoulder the butt of her rifle now nestled.  Eyes focused down the sights, peering through an optical scope designed for the tight confines of a close quarters fight.  Highlighted in green tint, the man showed clearly to her sight along with his partner.  One finger settled at the trigger, ready for a simple squeeze to take down both targets.  The cover would be up and the hunt would begin, but better to be hunted than dead.<br/><br/>Then the pair would deviate down another hall and Domino let her breathe leave her body.  Slowly her hand shifted from the trigger to the communication device at her throat.  Without even a harsh rasp of her voice, the strip across her throat picked up her voice clearly enough for the others.<br/><br/><strong>“Alpha to Liberty, still dark.  Moving to primary.  Team Alpha advance, out.”</strong><br/><br/>Domino did not wait for the response from her leader.  The alarms sounding more than likely meant trouble was afoot.  Even the sight of the bomb did not deter her from the objective.  Without the communication device, this hunk of metal was just that.<br/>