Natasha moved quickly sticking as best she could to the shadows. Her jumpsuit absorded heat as well as making it much harder to see her. It was clear that no one in this group save for the half devil, had the slightest idea what they faced. The dark count by all reckonings she had read had been around for 2000 years. Its power was as far as she knew unlisted and no tested.<br/><br/>her family had lost several members ventureing into the city. One had escaped , maddened by the encounters, drooling and never the same. From him she knew a little and had made sure her guns had been blessed, she had bullets of silver, of mercury, and even a select few filled with beads of thermite, armor peircing as well.<br/><br/>Even with her gear she could feel the sense of dread and fear in the back of her mind. She could almost sense the eyes around her that seemed to undress her , see her nakedness and lust for it.<br/><br/>She followed Felicia into the small lavatory, grabbing her arm at the shout and dragging her backwards, partly blocking the door way.<br/>