<em>Fuck sake what a goddamn mess...</em><br/>Staicey liked to work alone or in a small group. Large groups were only good if they were consistent and well balanced. Everything this group wasn't.<br/><br/>After the unfortunate ending of Jacob, Felicia was left in charge. Nikolai didn't seem to mind as he was too busy wasting ammo and looks on Felicia.<br/>Then there was Pixie. Pixie, according to Staicey was, too much in love with her gun as well. She looked cute but too fragile to be a decent warrior.<br/>The Russian Natasha was a joy to behold but a pain to work with. Always seeking solitude. One day it would get her killed. When it came to flirting and 'working' the guys, she might be a problem.<br/><br/>Liam and Yair were the only ones in the team she would want to be stuck with. Not because they were cute but because they actually seemed to know what to do. Still, both of them were in love with guns.<br/><br/>Staicey hated guns. Killing was an art as was the fighting. Any heavy weaponry would spoil the art as much as having a kid work your Matisse with a black marker. Hideous crap.<br/><br/>She looked at her watch and as she found it not working. As she held it to her ear she could still hear the fizzling of electricity.<br/>"They're not broken. Probably some force field from the city walls."<br/><br/>Then she turned to the shade were Natasha should be.<br/>"Let's hope they pick tit size. At least I will be last of the girls to go, giving me enough time to charm my way with the boys."<br/><br/>Staicey checked her sword and hand gun. Although she hated guns, they were awefully effective from time to time.<br/>"Let's move then, sitting here won't give us cover. And for piss sake, somebody make a fire to get some coffee going. Or food. Or just both."<br/>With that she stood up and grabbed her infrared goggles to scour the area.<br/>She saw the form coming overhead over the rooftops and smiled.<br/>"Got ya," she whispered.<br/>