Rather than balking at the order, Tabetha merely grinned.  Beneath those darkened eyes, it was enough to give most people more pause than the<em>actual</em>monsters roaming the city.<br/><br/>"Suit yourself.  I'll be glad to unload any further casualties tonight on your hide."  With that she turned about and places her palms on the back of her helmet.  Though she had done as ordered, the way she moved made the act seem almost insulting.  "I do hope the cuffs are quality at least.  If this sector can't afford proper law enforcement, I would assume it means they're pumping all the funding into your little toys, eh?"<br/><br/>In truth, Tabetha didn't expect to get off without reprimanding.  It certainly hadn't been the first time her actions had led to unfortunate consequences, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.  As much as the military loved to declare its patriotic values as loudly as it could, they would always need soldiers like her.  Killers.  The people who could do the dirty work, and bear the guilt that comes with it.  The survivors.<br/><br/>However, she wasn't the only one getting an earful tonight.  The New Earth Military was officially obligated to inform local law enforcement of its presence, in the event that backup was needed.  Or in the event of this exact sort of situation.  Her commanding officer had clearly failed in that duty.  If it wasn't due to negligence, even her team leader hadn't said anything about the operation being a stealth-based mission.  Close to the chest, in so many words.  Something stank.  The targets had been underestimated, and the true goal of the operation was unclear.  She was going to find out why, even if she had to rot in a cell 'till morning.  She doubted the chances of that happening, however.  The military liked to sort out its operatives on their own terms.