<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Diamondback_Portrait2.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Rachel Leighton<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Diamondback<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Safehouse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Iron Man, Blade <br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Rachel half-heartedly listened until Tony mentioned getting communications back up.  If they could find out what was going on and who was still out there, maybe they still had a chance.  She took the PDA Tony handed her and memorized directions and codes for starting up the array before handing it back to him.  Work was something she could loose herself in for the moment and having to concentrate on a job would keep her mind busy from the horror that was the world’s current state.<br/><br/>“Alright.  I’ll see you two later.” She said standing up and walking towards the elevator.  It was time to suit up and save the world.<br/><br/><strong>Some time later….</strong><br/><br/>Rachel stood in front of a rather unassuming looking warehouse.  “Warehouse 13.  Cute.” She muttered softly looking up at the building.  She had taken extra care in getting to the location undetected, but like she had seen heading to the safe house, the forces controlling Tokyo were spread pretty thin.  They would be sufficient to spot a large force moving against them, but a lone merc had no problem slipping past their defenses.<br/><br/>“Alright, let’s see what pretty little package Tony left for me.”<br/><br/>Rachel made short work of the security system at the door.  It wasn’t even a Stark Industries SecureTeck System, so it was no challenge.  Rachel opened the door and slipped inside.  It was pitch black.  With a quick turn of a “diamond” on her gauntleted hand a beam of light issued from it and illuminated the array standing in the otherwise empty warehouse.  Rachel gave a quiet whistle.<br/><br/>“Wow Tony.  You shouldn’t have.”<br/><br/>Tony’s directions were accurate, which was expected and in no time she had the array up and humming.  Rachel only waited long enough for the array to run diagnostics and verify it was uplinked to the channel Tony had specified, before she left the warehouse and begin her trek back towards the safe house.<br/>