<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, Main Floor</em><br/><strong>Wearing | Carrying:</strong><em>Mark III combat armor, heavy revolver, assault rifle</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>All, but Kiyo might want to jump in either next or after Xero</em><br/><strong>Warning:</strong><em>N/A</em><br/><strong>Note:</strong><em>Edited to replace reference to "Xero" with "Heart" while on mission.</em><hr/><br/>Kiyo’s right. Evie can tell from the open line that Xero’s in a bad place and she’s not going to let this end like last time around. “Good call. No more chess, let’s play rugby.” She shoulders through the door beside her, into an office. The room occupies the wall of the corridor they’re in, and also on another facing, occupies the hallway they suspect the ambush is positioned in. Evie’s already reaching for breaching charges in her pack, calling over her shoulder: “Tuck the kid into a corner. T-minus five.”<br/><br/>Five: Evie strides over to the wall, holding an explosive rig she’d built out of det-cord and a shaped charge.<br/><br/>Four: She drags the three-hundred pound filing cabinet across the carpet with one violent lurch of her powered arm, clearing a spot for the charge.<br/><br/>Three: With one, two, three, four slaps of her hand she lays the four corners for the det-cord.<br/><br/>Two: Planting the central charge on the wall, the detcord automatically snaps to each corner. Evie’s already stepping aside.<br/><br/>The charge is shaped, it will blow backward and forward, with minimal explosive force to the sides. The safe distance between explosive and a person standing to one side or the other is three feet. Evie’s only two feet away, but she’s got her armored synthetic arm between her and the det-cord. It should hold up fine and she doesn’t mind the smell of plastique in her hair. Kiyo will know every detail of this maneuver, from safe distance to where Evie likes to stand, how she prefers to go first through the breach. The pair will be able to work in near-perfect coordination.<br/><br/>One: Evie hits the detonator.<br/><br/><strong>Fwooom!</strong><br/><br/>Instant door. Evie’s instincts were on point: They blow a hole directly behind where the six-man team had set up a foldable barricade. The charge takes off the head of a man who’d been stationed along the wall, and throws a second into the far wall, knocking him over. Evie’s through a split second later, seizing a third man by his throat and gun, charging with him into the wall, flattening him there.<br/><br/>That leaves three more behind the barricade, but Evie’s got them back-footed. “Get to Heart!” Evie bellows. She has the man’s gun in her prosthetic hand and when her hand squeezes it bends the barrel, rendering it useless.<br/>