<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br/><br/>Kacy nods slowly, picking up a gun and settling in to wait, crossing her legs under her and settling onto the middle of the seat, her eyes prowling the alley for potential prey. "I'll boost the car then... if one of us has been seen already it'll be me, and we don't need two descriptions out there." She pauses, chewing her lip thoughtfully. "Probably better just to kill them, anyways. They are sure to relate the cop to the carjacking, and as it stands now there might not be any witnesses at all. Best to keep it that way." She pulls a silenced pistol and a knife out of her pack, looking at them with a measuring glance, as if choosing between items on a menu.<br/><br/>"So" she says conversationally, flipping the blade dexterously around the fingers of her metal hand. "What brings you into our sordid band of brigands? Ex-cop? Military? Government? Something like that, I'd bet. Expecting backup you can trust, that's a dead giveaway you didn't come from any gang or criminal band I've ever run with." She whistles, watching the street. "If I gotta kill someone, I'd rather it be sooner than later."