<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Diamondback_Portrait.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>   Tokyo, Tony's Safe House<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Open<br/>  </span></span><hr/><br/>‘How can my head feel so hot when the rest of me feels so cold?’  She thought staggering forward and falling onto her knees.  She expected pain.  It had been her friend for hours now, but even it appeared to have abandoned her.  Rachel Leighton, Diamondback, knelt on the snow covered ground her breath coming in ragged gasps.  She continued to hold her stomach but she didn’t have enough fingers to plug all the holes in her gut.  Her insides were little better than scrambled eggs.  The bitch wanted her to die slowly and she had.  But the pain was gone now, replaced with an unfeeling cold.  She knew it was the end.  For all of her strength and skill she was still only human and humans were an endangered species now.<br/><br/>Her pink hair hung matted around her face, her head bowed.  She had tried.  She had succeeded, after a fashion.  The uplink was successful.  She heard the message and that was going to have to be enough.  The rock was just ahead.  No more than a hundred feet or so, but she couldn’t get up.  Her legs had stopped working, the trail of crimson had slowed to a drip. She had lost so much.<br/><br/>‘I miss you Steve.  I’m sorry.’ She though pitching forward into the snow.<br/><br/>***Inside the Safe House***<br/><br/>++Sir, I detected movement outside.  Miss Leighton is wounded.  I am not detecting a heartbeat.++