<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>          Iron Man, Blade<br/>  </span></span><hr/><br/>Rachel put the pudding cup down on the table.  She wasn’t hungry anymore.  Forty one percent, the number was staggering.  She found herself clutching the back of the chair she stood next to so she didn’t fall down.<br/><br/>‘My God.’<br/><br/>Rachel pulled out the chair and sat staring at the floating globe in front of Tony.  She should be angry or sad, horrified even, but she just felt numb.<br/><br/>“How?” She questioned aloud, though the question wasn’t really meant for Tony.<br/><br/>Blade’s entrance barely registered to her.  Normally she would have made some quip about what took him so long, but not now.  Now she was trying to comprehend the enormity of their situation.  Humanity was facing extinction and they had no idea why.<br/><br/>“I saw troops rounding people up in the subburbs.” She offered quietly.  She had assumed they were prisoners of war or hostages.  Now she doubted it.  “The squads outside of downtown were light and easily avoidable.  Lighter the farther you get from the business district, easy for small groups to get into and out of.  Whoever is in control here isn’t concerned with much outside of the Island.”  It was easier to report what she saw outside than deal with what she was seeing in here.