<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 had tensed and with but half a second more she'd have taken the payment for her suit out of the two dumbasses' hides. However, before potential could become action, two things happened at once. <br/><br/>Evie fires from the hip and distracts just as Xero hears the car's system finish its wipe and fry all the systems with a relatively lowkey little spark show.<br/><br/>That got her into gear, the count resuming in her head as she all but ignored their opposition in favor of getting to the car's trunk and pulling free the backup kit of weapons and utility gear she'd tucked there. Strictly speaking, she didn't need it as nothing there could be traced back to her directly, but some of the toys she had were quite expensive and hard to get one's hands on. There was no need to be wasteful after all.<br/><br/>Xero hefted her back with ease, still ignoring the now downed mercs as well as the bloody hole in her arm. Her left arm was protesting any sort of use but the right was more than capable of picking up the slack. She could feel other spots where she'd taken damage but she was still functional. She'd pay the price later. <br/><br/>"Seconded." Xero echoed Naomi's warning and made her way with fluid strides toward Kiyo. "Our ride was made, so it's burned now," or would be anyway, "backup is a few blocks north, let's move out before they can catch our trail."  Her voice was still warmed with hints of actual anger, which was rare enough for Xero while on a job. Normally she was ever the cool customer but she did so hate having her suits ruined for no good reason. A fact which narrowed her eyes to slits behind her sturdy lenses as she aimed her pistol and fired exactly three charges around Kiyo's violence. Two in the chest, one in the head, and the screaming and cursing stopped.<br/><br/>"Let's go, handsome," Xero's gaze slanted toward her favorite Spade and despite the sudden urge to reach out an touch him, only her lips curved in clear acknowledgement of what she'd seen before she turned and began heading toward a very dark and sketchy looking alley, trusting the others to come along. If they got moving now, they'd be out of sight long before any backup came to help and they could get home, debrief, and put this shit show out of their minds. <br/><br/></span>