<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Bd637bbf0f04b95d8affc2c419808565--tech-art-cyberpunk-art.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/High-Quallty-Copper-Handmade-Chinese-Jian-WUSHU-Sword-Damascus-Steel-7-Star-Blade.jpg)</div><strong>Alondra "Trance" Anchondo</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GlrUGZ02qPoflJ5SVBkWIjJ4lnj44cRTenQ4VjyvkxY/edit)<br/><br/>Alohndra went over the wall with ease, just before the adict came to them asking to work for her fix.  She gave a soft yip when she almost ran into the razor wire.  Trance's arms pinwheeled as she pulled herself back from it.  Then she blinked.  Looking around to notice the screens, she frowned.  "Hey, girls," She whispered.  "This isn't to keep us out...  This guy we're extracting?  They're going to great lengths to keep him<em>in</em>.  I bet they even got him hooked just to keep him pacified.  We're doing this guy a big favor.  Give me a sec.  Let me see if i can take down this razor wire.  Otherwise we're going to be in for a bit of hurt on the way out.  A whole lot of hurt if we're without armor!"<br/><br/>Trance started inspecting the security, pulling a little pen light out of her tool bag.  She checked first if there were a mechanism to disarm it.  Presumably they might want to take him out of here someday.  If she could find one, she'd try to find a way to activate it.  If not, she'd wrap the razor wire in a bit of good old fashioned duct tape to dull it in case it snapped, then asses the best way to cut it.