Underneath a pile of rubble, not too far from Lara's homestead, another inhabitant of Smileytown was also rifling through her mail. Who needs a house when a fortified underground bunker keeps you from being shot at, especially when there's a destroyed home on top of it. Surely that family lived well at some point. Namir just finished the newspaper, throwing her obituary section in an ever increasing pile in the corner. She took a stroll around her fort, stocking up for her endeavor today: two automatic 10mm pistols holstered on her hips, a .32 Hunting rifle and combat shotgun slung over her shoulders. Coupled with some leather armor she stole from a corpse, she was ready to start the day. After feeding her cat, Rah, and crawling through a strategically placed tunnel in the rubble over her fort, she makes a break for it since the daily sniper seems to have been taken out for today.