<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> The Jacks<br/><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Xero glanced about at her fellow Jacks as they entered the alley, feeling a familiar surge of relief that all seemed to be perfectly in tact. As far as she could tell, Evie's spirits were high and Naomi was her usual careful self. Kiyo was in somewhat rare form but she figured if it needed addressing that could happen back at HQ. As it was her own nerves were rubbed raw by a simmering anger at herself and the assholes who screwed her beautiful little plan six ways to hell. Her count was so far off it wasn't funny and the failed timing was enough to keep the tension building in her limbs rather than easing. It was only when Kiyo forced her to stop so he could attend to her wound that she seemed to take a breath.<br/><br/>Her first instinct was, of course, to shrug Kiyo's attention off. It was a bad habit she supposed she'd developed way back when. However, even her clueless self recognized Kiyo's need to reassure himself she was alright so Xero let him patch her up in the few moments before their ride pulled up. Yet again she felt the urge to touch him but all she did was flash one of her signature smirks at him and nod--yeah, she was an idiot--but she wasn't gonna go all soft right here on the street. <br/><br/>"Thanks for... umm... cleaning up my mess," she said to the others quietly before moving to the sleek and sporty vehicle and getting in.<br/><br/>The second all the doors were secured, Xero took off. She kept her speed reasonable, a little fast but nothing too eye catching, and kept the path from being too direct. She was thankful for Naomi's assistance in this part and made a mental note to pick up something special for the girl. She didn't like to physically come along on runs, it was a struggle for her and out of her comfort zone for real but she'd helped to make the mission a success despite Xero's screw ups so... yeah, she owed her. <br/><br/>Evie's declaration had only been met with a noncommittal hum given she was focused on making sure no one was following them. However, once or twice her gaze flicked up to the rear-view to steal a glance at the redhead before quickly pulling away. Thankfully her sunglasses kept that hidden. <br/><br/>It wasn't too long before they made their way across town and pulled into the lot behind a local bar. Jacks Wild. The ride was shut down and she hopped out smooth and quick despite the small twitches beginning in her arm. Retrieving her gear she headed inside, her strides long and purposeful. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The scene inside the bar was as it always was. Music pumped through the place and bodies loitered about. The smell of peanuts, beer, and body odor filled every inch of space, making Xero's nose crinkle for a second as it always did when she stepped in past "security". Which was kind of funny given that outside didn't smell too much better. The place held a mix of folks from bikers to punks to rando's off the street. Not that Xero cared. Anyone was welcome so long as they followed the rules:<br/><br/>1. Don't bring cops around.<br/>2. Don't start anything you can't finish. (She'd had to step in on this one a few times in the early days and even now had to remind some folks.)<br/>3. You break it, you bought it.<br/><br/>Jacks and their associates frequented the place but there were also other regulars that came around for... well, who knew what reason. The place even attracted more than a few tourists on occasion so the place pretty much paid for itself. <br/><br/>"Ayyyy! Boss lady!"<br/><br/>"Don't call me that, Sparrow." She said this every time and yet, in four years this hunk of junk that passed for a man had never stopped. He was grizzled in a way that sat at odds with the shiny new upgrades he was sporting as he wiped down the bar top. "Where's Moose?"<br/><br/>"Right there..." Sparrow pointed a couple seats down to a baby face that seemed a few years shy of being legal. He was older than Xero, but not too many knew that. <br/><br/>"Thanks." She nodded before moving to the man in question and tapping him on the shoulder. She watched him spin around on his stool like a goofball and held her straight face.<br/><br/>"Hiya, Z!"<br/><br/>Xero rolled her eyes. Her name didn't start with a Z but Moose didn't seem to care. Rather than get into it with him, Xero simply cut to the point. "Ride's out front. Make it gone. No trace. Do it tonight and I'll pay you double."<br/><br/>She watched him stroke his hairless chin and sighed. <br/><br/>"I dunno... tonight. Kinda short notice..." He appeared to be considering but Xero already knew what he was going to ask for. It was the same every time. <br/><br/>"Tonight. No trace. And I'll..." She sighed again, "I'll bake a batch of those horrendous cookies you like." The cookies with far too many ingredients, ugh. <br/><br/>Still, Moose's eyes lit up and he reached out to fist bump her. "You gotta deal, ma'am!" <br/><br/>Xero returned the bump and her facade nearly cracked as she watched him slip off his stool. His legs hadn't touched the ground while sitting so his eyes were right at her chest level when he stood. It would have been a good excuse to be a pervert but Moose was far too wholesome for those types of games.  Instead he tilted his head back, gave her a silly salute and then began rolling away, his footwear having been augmented with wheels. <br/><br/>With her business concluded, Xero made her way to the back of the bar, ignoring catcalls and the sound of her name from various mouths. Skipping the elevator, Xero opted to take the stairs up her breath easing sharply between her teeth as the twitches in her arm became stronger, the torn muscles reacting to the nanobots and their work. She probably should have spared herself the extra effort and taken the elevator, or even just chilled out in the backroom for a bit, but she needed a few moments to herself. Especially as the pain grew enough to overwhelm the numbing properties of the medi-gel. "Fuck!" She gritted out as contraction caught her off guard and almost made her miss a step. That would have been embarrassing.<br/></span>