<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 stormy gray--&gt;wintery gray, Hair all black | Currently holding a military grade tech pistol <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;">The second Xero sensed true potential not just in front of her but quite literally aimed and rushing her way, it was like a switch flipped. One moment she was her ever calm and sultry self and then the next... well, the next it was like she wasn't quite home alone up there. Her eyes bled from their previous turbulent stormy gray to something icier with hints of palest blue and white coming through, light enough that those with the right mods would notice it through the dark lenses on her face. However, that wasn't the give away that something had changed. No, instead it was in the way she moved, the very set of her shoulders and the flow of her limbs. <br/><br/>Xero might not have put herself up on the front lines as much anymore but only an idiot would think her inept. Her speed was not inhuman but it definitely pushed the limits as she countered the first operative's reach. Using his momentum, she simply gave a tug and rolled behind him, back to back, using his armored form to absorb the shots that zinged out in her direction. His comrades had no problem lighting him up but that was fine as she took quick precision aim and fired off three rapid charges at the body closing in on them from the left. She didn't so much as wince as a shot grazed her wrist below the cuff of her jacket, but instead kept right on moving through the motion until she whipped around and slammed her elbow hard into her living (sort of) meat shield's face. Not once, but twice. It wouldn't kill him, but it was hard enough and landed in the right place to fuck with his optics something serious. Not that she waited around to watch it.<br/><br/>By the time Xero whirled around the opposite flank of the car a full minute of her count was gone and only one of her attackers was down for the count. Sloppy. Very sloppy. <br/><br/><em>"Toss the weapon down and put your hands up. You can't win this, but if you play real nice we'll only rough you up a little bit."</em><br/><br/>Xero snorted inelegantly as the shots ceased and she could hear the groaning of the one she'd all but blinded. His friend was out though. Two to the head and one to the heart was still a reliable method after all. So maybe she had like, two and a half idiots to deal with before she could go for the backup ride she'd stashed. <br/><br/>"Aww, that's too bad. I rather like it rough. No need to take it easy on me, boys."<br/><br/>Xero stepped out from behind her cover not even bothering to play coy anymore, her borrowed tech pistol was already aimed, and her finger squeezing the trigger as she targeted the first blind mouse to put him out of his misery. Though as she did she took two non-lethal hits to the vest and something far more serious to the meat of her upper left arm.<br/><br/><em>"Down! Get down. No more playing now!"</em> Came the yells she didn't even pay attention to.<br/><br/>Instead, Xero came to a stop right in her tracks and looked at her arm in disbelief. "Yoouuu bloody..." Her attention was not on her actual arm or the way it just sort of hung there, stunned, but rather at the ruined arm of her suit! There was a charred fucking <em>HOLE</em>! Xero's eyes went red.</span>