Frowning down at the comm, Naomi teleported to her suite. She toed off her running shoes and unzipped her duffle. Inside rested her 'uniform', and Naomi grabbed it up. In a few short minutes she was changed into her Black Cheshire persona, skin tight outfit clinging to her small frame. Her insanely high resting boots also had pretty good heels on them, helping Naomi out in the height department. Her short-ness was something she wished she could change, but she didn't think height surgery was a thing yet. Lastly Naomi fastened on her comm, listening to orders even if she wanted to go solo. Working in a team had never been her strong suit, but strangling teammates or going MIA in the field was not going to make a good first impression.

Sighing in resignation at the fact this was her life now, Naomi teleported to the exit of HQ, waiting for her new team. A gang war was something Naomi was intimately familiar with, growing up how she had, but Naomi was also familiar with ending one. She knew this time however that maiming someone was against the 'rules'.