She'd stirred up a hornet's nest, all right-! As the Zephyr swooped over the compound, she could see figures scrambling for cover...Even as her ship, slightly less agile in the atmosphere, banked hard - Guns still fuming with charge!<br/><br/><em>That</em>had woken them up. Now, the question was...Exactly where would her target be-? Hmmm - If she was a rich, paranoid drug manufacturer, where would she b-<br/><br/>The manor. Obviously, he'd be at the manor! That, or the larger structure...But she'd pick luxury over a running gunfight every time! "Ready or not," Lucille purred, her ship angling towards the roof of the manor - "Here I come."<br/><br/>She snap-charged her stun blaster, a contrast to the larger plasma weapon on her right arm...<em>Alive</em>, she reminded herself. It wouldn't do to ruin a payday by accidentally incinerating her target - But it didn't mean she wasn't going to go in without superior firepower! She'd land directly on the roof, and make her way down - If all went well, she'd grab him before he made it to his panic room!