<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/A3sooip.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Xerena West aka Xero<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong> June 7th, 2135, late evening | Downtown New Vegas, Outside AEC Security Safe House<br/><strong>Wearing | Carrying:</strong> Custom armored 3pc suit in black (https://i.etsystatic.com/24100781/r/il/be2b6b/3412447511/il_1080xN.3412447511_32s0.jpg), black driving gloves, shades | Eyes currently Gray, Hair all black<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC bad guys | Hearing the Jacks over Comms<br/><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Xero absolutely hated when people mucked up her plans. She didn't do these things half way. Schedules, schematics, head counts, contingency plans.... all of it was looked into. When things went well every step was laid out and every second was accounted for. If she drew up a plan that said a job would be in and out in six minutes and thirteen seconds, then that was precisely how long it needed to take, not a minute more , not a minute less. However, she also knew better than to think her team was anywhere near as anal about these sorts of things as she was so she typically gave them a more general window of time to complete what they needed to under best case scenarios. So when even that went to hell, Xero was not a happy camper. <br/><br/>"Somehow I knew this was going to go to hell tonight..." Xero sighed and darted her eyes toward the rear-view mirror. It was only a quick glance but in the stillness of the street she caught just the barest sense of motion. Like, so quick, so small that her brain processed it almost after the fact. "I guess we're meant to do this the hard way then." <br/><br/>Xero paused long enough to input a code into the vehicle. Said code would begin a 3 minute countdown before it wiped every trace of her biometrics and gps data from the car and disabled it entirely. She'd kept the truth of her identity, the fact that she'd survived 'decommissioning', a secret this long, she wasn't going to let that secret get out on some botched data run. Satisfied after hearing the confirmation beep, a sharply dressed woman exited the car and closed the door behind her. Beginning a count under her breath, she proceeded with smooth steps of a deceptively lazy air and rounded the car to the trunk. Still counting she popped it open to reveal a seemingly empty space but started to lean forward as if she intended to grab something.<br/><br/>...13...14...15...<br/><br/>The crunch of gravel tickled the shell of her ear giving away the approximate placement of one sent to sneak up on her and Xero let muscle memory and something else take over. it was like one smooth extended movement. Side stepping, she whirled around and lifted her hands to trap the handgun in their hands. Barely a blink and she stripped it from them, turning it back on them. However, she was momentarily caught off guard when it seemed to be a random civvie facing her rather than one of the Security firm's operatives. Stupid. <br/><br/>Xero crumpled to the side against the car as a meaty fist connected with the side of her face hard enough to ring her bell and bloody her mouth. Yep. She'd missed something alright.<br/><br/><em>“Heart, exit’s no good; they’ve got a runner, who might still be outside. See if you can tag ‘em in meatspace.”</em><br/><br/>"Right. I'll get right on that." She replied sighing again and pushing herself upright to face her attackers, still counting in her head. As if she had all the time in the world and were not facing a squad sent to ambush her with only the gun she'd taken in easy reach, Xero straightened her suit and left her comm open, "Oh my..." she purred, "Four on one? Oh darlings, you'll make me blush." Her lips began to curve and she saw the man to her left begin to move...</span>