Everyone heard the plan and got ready to act. The sword wielding Gillete stood next to Alex as the door opened. Making it look like she was simply walking in to ask a question, so that nobody inside really realized that anything was up until it was too late. The human man turned to see her, pointing a gun as the sexbot held a Katana. Very much on edge as the DJ just waved, playing her music that seemed to be as of right now going straight into headphones worn by the other two. Giving them boosts of some kind.<br/><br/>The human with the half-buzz sighed. "What the fuck do you want girly? We got big scores to settle. And we could have fuckin' blown you out to pieces. Whats goin in? Orks botch it up? You guys botch it up? Girl out? What? Spit it out bitch! We don't got all day!"<br/><br/>The robot continued plugged in, turning her face. Still covered by a screen as she scanned the room. She seemed to notice something, and was staring at Alex's current position. The Gilette realized something was up, the turret turned towards her and she made quick work! Cutting the thing in half with her sword and intercepting the Assassin.<br/><br/>The leader gasped, still suprised and flat footed.<br/><br/>The DJ didn't say a word. She turned on her tunes, switching from Head-Jack to Stereo. Music playing over the speaker, starting off with loud booming dubstep that hasn't yet dropped. She slipping on her shades and holding on ear to a headphone, bobbing her head with the music as it went. Wearing a torn up shirt that showed off her nips, several tattoo's covering them, and, beneath her DJ booth, she had her skirt pulled up as well as a nice porn mag on top of it. Stained with bits of semen. Seems like she was jacking it at work.<br/><br/>Alex was able to pin-point some of the robots vitals, but was unsure if it worked with that particular model (Crit Chance/sneak attack: 50%. It you score a Crit roll 1d100. If 50 or higher you crit. Same for sneak attack)