Anaka had been watching the Blade Runners pursue the intruder with amusement. Unlike the assassin, she had grown up in jungles far worse than this one. What seemed like a nightmare to the city born, was her natural environment.<br/><br/>Unlike her Blade runner employers. Anaka traveled light. Instead of cumbersome powered armor, she wore only a thong and tactical harness. And instead of the oversized bolt weapons, she preferred her long-las rifle and the forward curving mono-knife her father had given her when she was eight. While some of the Blade runners had initially mocked her lack of equipment. They soon ate there words when they found she could move without showing up on there sensors. Often startling them when she would return from a patrol unannounced.<br/><br/>"Offworld whore, I can hear her footsteps a mile away, want me to capture her for you M'lord?" She asked Kale as she emerged from the underbrush.