<strong>Name:</strong>Natasa Kalashkinov<br/><strong> Unknown | August 14, 2017 | Afternoon</strong><br/><strong> Tagging: Atlas </strong><br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Natasa was enjoying the bit of time off she had after that last job, pocket full of cash. She couldn't decide which to hit first, the strip clubs or bars. The bar at the strip clubs wasn't a good choice, the booze they had there was just cheap shit to get people drunk. It was hard enough for her to get drunk already. Eh, what the hell though. She could always grab the first flight out. Maybe hunt down Kumiho for some fun.<br/><br/>She heard the rocket 'pop' before she saw it, turning around to try and see where it was. She swore as the gas started to spread. "Oh you've got to be fucking shitting me."<br/><br/>Natasa had a moment before she dropped to one knee. Some fucker was going to get their ass handed to them when she shook off the gas. Any moment... just how much gas did they stuff in the damn canister? As she tried to get up, the redhead felt someone push their knee into her back, followed by a sting in the back of her neck. Then, everything went dark.<br/><br/>When she came to, Natasa was coughing and wheezing. There was a burning pain... everywhere. It felt like that time when she fought that Evo who's power was to literally create the sensation of pain in someone. Her chest was tight, body hot. The pain was dulling all of her other senses. And it pissed her off. It had to be someone causing it, surely. There had to be a reason. And she'd be damned if she wasn't going to find that reason and tear it apart until it stopped.<br/><br/>Looking around, Natasa tried to find something, anything, that could be the source. A village. That had to be the source. It was the only possibility. The powerhouse rushed towards the buildings as fast as possible, moving flat out. As she approached, Natasa jumped into the air, ready to bring her fists down on the first thing that got in her way.