<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, 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 currently Gray, Hair all black<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Jacks<br/><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The night had been quiet. Well, as quiet as a major hub like New Vegas ever gets anyway. Here in the more grinding patterns of downtown the hum of life didn't stop but it definitely slowed in the later hours. Most of the action could still be found over on the strip, much the same way it had always been even centuries back. There the corporations had a strangle hold on tourism and kept their attractions running 24/7 in order to drain every last little bit of hope and life out of those who dared set foot there. Even within other parts of the city life ran on a never ending cycle, but here things were quite a bit quieter. Which was both a blessing and a bit of an obstacle seeing as how the Jacks weren't always exactly the <em>quietest</em> bunch.<br/><br/>"Hey... what's going on in there?! Everything good?"<br/><br/>The low honeyed purr and its hint of unplaceable accent was usually filled with a simmering, playful warmth. However, at the moment it was instead filled with budding concern that was clear even through their comms as Xero once again scanned her surroundings. The street was largely lowkey except for the occasional person or pair wandering by in search of more active scenes. None of the homeless or hookers had made their way this way oddly enough, but then Xero understood why they wouldn't. Most tended to avidly avoid the types that AEC Security employed and she didn't blame them when even the law wouldn't go up against them. Having looked into what she could of their operations she'd had to hold back the desire to simply set the whole thing on fire. Sticking to the mission, the one they'd been hired for, was key here. Especially since they had further plans they hoped to accomplish. Getting derailed into a pissing contest would not help them with their goals. So Xero was chill, or as chill as she could manage anyway. She'd stayed frosty and alert, watching her teams' back while they performed what should have been a very quick retrieval op. <br/><br/>Of course, when things should be quick and easy they rarely turn out to be so.<br/><br/>Opting to take a risk tonight, Xero had jacked into her vehicle. She didn't enjoy driving via interface this way, but there were admitted bonuses to being able to have a more complete view of her surroundings. Like noticing the big silent black Hummer with its lights off that pulled up and slipped into the shadows of the alleyway instead of entering the basement parking area of the ten story building. From her vantage point parked on the opposite side of the street a few buildings back, she could see the gleam of AEC Security's logo and cursed under her breath. <br/><br/>"Shit. I really hope ya'll are fragging on the move already. You've got incoming and my guess is they're hot." The squad was, for some reason, returning early for their last shift change of the night. Her plan should have had her team in the clear by about an hour but obviously either she'd missed some variable or else an alarm had been tripped because the Security team hopped out quick and smooth, a team of four that were quickly joined by another two that seemed to bleed out of the shadows.<br/><br/>Xero hesitated for only about a second after they moved for the door before shutting down her interface and pulling out. The sensation made her feel like gagging but she held it down and sighed.<br/><br/>"Spotted 6 coming in the side entrance," Six. Not four, not eight, but six... which seemed an odd number to her... "Not sure how many more there might be. GET OUT NOW!" The order was sharp as she prepared to get out of the shiny but bland sedan she'd equipped for the mission. She'd given the others an exit plan and the way would have been clear but now Xero was no longer sure. So she was going to make sure...</span>