<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RK9d9kH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Evelyn Grant, aka, Evie</em><br/><strong>Date | Location:</strong><em>Late Evening  | AEC Security Safe House, Back-Up Ride</em><br/><strong>Wearing | Carrying:</strong><em>Mark III combat armor, heavy revolver, assault rifle</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>All</em><br/><strong>Warning:</strong><em>N/A</em><hr/><br/>Evie’s barely called out the flank when Kiyo puts vibrating metal through a merc’s head. The swift katana-wielder had been halfway there before Evie’d even seen him. She makes a note to stop calling her shots so often with Kiyo—the boy was gifted. She follows up with more concentrated covering fire, experienced with Kiyo’s movements, enough she won’t hit the flexible ninja by accident.<br/><br/>Experience with Kiyo’s movements, of course, is a far cry from “used to.” He launches off the car like a bullet and downs the final merc, starting to pummel him, face twisting into something animal that’s all too familiar for Evie. She’s sure she made about the same face that night they found the Yakuza readying to dirty Naomi.<br/><br/>Naomi announces incoming. “Good eye, kid.” Evie winks, making it clear now that she’s complained it’ll be her nickname from now till Doomsday. “Xeri!” she calls, relieved to see her read on the shot that clipped Heart had been the correct one—hurt, but not badly. Xeri puts an unceremonious three rounds into the merc Kiyo is taking out his aggression on, and Evie stays close to Naomi, as is her usual habit on mission.<br/><br/>They duck into the alley, backs to the wall as they wait for their ride, Evie and Naomi on one side and Kiyo and Xeri on the other. Evie quickly fixes a lock of Naomi’s hair, just a small gesture now that the tension of the moment has relaxed—not out of danger, but between dangers.<br/><br/>She glances at Xero’s shoulder, clucking her tongue. “Looks like Xeri picks the game tonight.”<br/><br/>It's a dumb tradition that started a few missions back: Whoever comes back from mission most banged up picks the game, movie, or evening activity. Evie’d kind of hoped she’d get the badge of honor tonight, she had her sights set on poker.<br/><br/>The backup ride screeches to a stop in the alley. They’re already stationed on both sides, and like an oiled machine, they climb in all at once—Naomi is shotgun, Evie in back with Kiyo, and Xeri behind the wheel. Evie catches Kiyo-cat’s attention. “Hey, you okay?” she asks, having seen him flip out on the man who’d shot Xeri.<br/><br/>Evie gestures Kiyo close, licks her thumb, and cleans a drying spot of blood off his cheek.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Establishing a Jacks tradition if we're all okay with it: Most-hurt person picks evening activity or otherwise gets position of honor.</em>