## Charlotte - Research Facility Raid
 

That metal door went down pretty well as a short burp followed its quit descent in the abyss that is Charlotte's digestive system, on of the many great mysteries of universes to come. It wasn't too difficult for the witch to notice the young girl standing not too far before her, her position supposing she was behind the recently devoured door and now had a clean view on her adversaries and vice-versa. Charlotte stared at the young fighter with a curious look, she was especially captivated by the big gun on her back she couldn't help but imagine how tasty it would be to eat it whole, not to mention that creamy white hair. 

Charlotte's expression didn't change when the young woman pointed her gun toward the little doll, it was actually quite a daily thing nowadays for her to get shot right at the face during little strolls out of HQ. While the female pointed the weapon, Charlotte couldn't help but notice the synthetic arm she had in the place of her left arm. All of a sudden bubble displaying a Hitler Youth Duck appeared over her head as she tried to ask a question. 

"**Are you hung-**" 

Bang, a bullet to the face. Charlotte was propelled backwards, not too far, and her bubble popped along with the shot connecting. She appeared lifeless, but the best of shots could notice a lack of orifice in the area where the bullet was supposed to pierce. Charlotte's Tenacity attribute made her especially resilient, her current form being almost a decoy to the power she had in her. Nonetheless, despite not having the wits to create elaborate ruses, she played dead for a few seconds, perhaps because she didn't want to get shot again out of the blue and maybe let Cinder do the work. 

"**Owwwie...Cinder, you could have stopped that one! Now I have a booboo...**" 

Her 'eyes' watered up and small tears dropped down to her cheeks. She sat up and stared at both the women. Anyone who knew Charlotte a bit knew that when she would start tearing up, her behavior would be beyond unpredictable. A lot like a depressive individual whom the actions aren't always reasonable and food consumption would be erratic.