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Old abandoned facilities littered the martian wastelands, from test sites that nobody wanted to claim for questionable reasons to old substations that were meant to one day give Mars a breathable atmosphere but with considerable money being put into projects that in the end failed, most of the companies soon fell out of contention. So now, Cassie was hiding in one of old facilities with her helmet between her legs wondering what was going on. She had devoted everything to the U.S.F. She had lost family, friends, eyes. She had lost so much, and then they just turned around and wanted to arrest her for something that was beyond her control. She didn't even know how she got these abilities, she didn't want these abilities. What else could the military be sending a Mech after her for?

Though more importantly, who was the voice that spoke through her radio? That was a closed system, and it just got weirder that nobody else had seemed to hear it. How did someone speak through her helmet alone when it was a squad radio? It made no sense at all. She threw her helmet against the wall of the small room she sat in, it must have hit a couple of buttons as the lights of the facility flickered on. She would have cried if she was capable with her synthetic vision, why did she listen to the voice? She could have stayed, maybe they would have fixed her. At the very least she wouldn't be a wanted criminal right now if she had stayed. There was the sound of a gunship flying over and she smiled a faint smile, no matter what the military kept up it's routines. Now if they kept with routine they wouldn't even bother scanning this facility with infrared, after all it wasn't that far away from a prison facility so no-one would be dumb enough to stay here for any length of time, at least anyone who didn't know U.S.F routines, protocols and patrols.

She knew them, and that's why she sat here. There was an alarm and she walked over to the console as the shutters automatically closed. For a moment she panicked, thinking that the gunship was coming down. Though then she noticed the warning, sand storm. Violent and unpredictable, one of the only downsides to the city no longer being in a dome, they could be quite deadly to anyone outside of the city, or just anyone outside period without some form of breathing apparatus.

Turns out her hiding space was going to host her for slightly longer than she had originally planned.