<div class="floatright">(http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/9/2011/07/fs3.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">'Alex' Harrison</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Name: Alexis 'Alex' Harrison<br/>Race: Human<br/>Class: Infiltrator<br/><br/>Appearance: <br/>History: Alexis was a C-sec agent until she quit in protest when her bosses tied her up in red tape one too many times and a criminal got away. Now she's gone into business for herself as a P.I. and ironically gets alot of business from her former coworkers in C-sec because she still has the contacts and can do things they are unable to do. She has also been known to take more dangerous contracts on the downlow to ensure that a criminal doesn't get away. These types of contracts often involve her silenced sniper rifle and a quick exit.<br/><br/>Weaponry: Sniper Rifle,  Pistol, Shotgun (I need to look them up to give a specific model)<br/>Sexual Orientation: Bisexual<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Alex looked around the fighter. She stared at the locker she had put her duffle bag in. It held her clothes, armor, and her weapons. Stuff that was 'her'. She looked down at herself and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at the little scrolling display on this chastity belt. Why had she put the damned thing on? What was she thinking? What power did Suzie have over her? She'd never, in her entire life, lost control. In fact, she'd been all about control. If you'd told her yesterday that today she'd be nude except for a chastity belt and tasting another woman's juices and urine everytime she took a breath she'd have told you you were lying then probably hit you. Today? Well, the truth was hard to ignore...