[hr][hr][center][color=pink][h3][b]Anya Alexi[/b][/h3] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/34/8e/1d/348e1d1c8177f6c9037efa0bac2b93b0.jpg [/img][hr] Location:[/color] Outskirts of Frixion Prime[/center] [hr] [sub][color=red][u]Note:[/u][/color][color=gray] Following on from [@SIGINT]'s intro on character sheet.[/color][/sub] Near the outskirts of the city, on top of the last tall building overlooking a long bridge, a sniper lay. Belly flat against the hard merciless concrete ledge, surrounded and embraced by the cold nights unforgiving air. A near full moon hung in the air behind them gifting illumination to the scene that unravelled below. Through the sight of a military grade scope a young girl in her late teens could be seen upon the bridge. In minutes two teams of fully prepared and armed private enforcers suddenly emerged seemingly from nowhere. Moving with a professional haste and efficiency they quickly took formation around her. Although flanked and vastly outnumbered with nowhere to go, through the crosshairs trained on her face, the sniper saw no hints of concern or regret. In fact the target just smiled... Was she bat shit crazy? [color=pink][i]"no"[/i][/color] Anya silently begged as the young girl stared defiantly at her accuser. Before she could retrain her scope a loud bang sliced into the nights still silence echoing violently through the air. Anya never saw her tumble off the ledge, only catching the faint sound of a distant splash. The result of a long fall. A second later the nearby radio buzzed to life with a static message. [color=999999]"Sec█ring th█ per█met█r █f th█ c█ty...t█rget ██ █ young woman ███████ █ ████n bodysuit, susp█ct█d to ██ ██ military-grade arms protection...do not █ngage with ballistic fir█..."[/color] Frantically searching around, it was sometime later from the other side of the roof that Anya once again located the target in her sights. The girl lay washed up on the riverbank like so many other discarded, broken and unwanted things. Drenched, injured and probably confused, Anya watched her as she futilely reached up for the moon. She didn't seem so special. In fact she seemed barely alive. Anya wondered hard why such a high price was on this girls head. Literally. What was it about her that was worth so much? [color=pink][i]"You better make me rich little girl."[/i][/color] Anya whispers to herself as she loads her rifle and aims the barrel at her target.[color=pink][i]"At the least you're paying for all this ammo, and you can buy me a damn strong drink!"[/i][/color] Next she flew through a rapid succession of holding her breath, squeezing the trigger, breathing out, reloading, breathing in, eyeing the scope, adjusting her aim and then again pulling the trigger. Six silenced bullets pierced the cold nights air ending their journey with a wet "[b]Thwack[/b]" followed by a small red spray and the thud of a falling body. With those six shots Anya took out 5 operatives, including the lead commander, from her advantageous position. It was only then that they finally caught on to her hiding spot and began sending back stray bullets in her general direction. Rolling to safety Anya contemplated what to do next as a symphony of bullets whirled loosely over her head. The reasons why she didn't just shoot the girl herself and take the bounty wasn't due to apparent age or gender, God and a few vile men knew that she had killed younger and more innocent targets for less. No. She wasn't aiding her because it was unfair or the right thing to do either. It wasn't out of some sense of heroic honour or righteous justice. No, the simple fact as she told herself was that what ever this girl had or knew would be far more valuable and advantageous in her own hands over who ever the hell hired all these goons. Despite this self justification deep down, truly, she would find any excuse to save her. Un-admittedly Anya knew all to well the pain of having a faceless corporation wrench your life away from under your own feet in pursuit of their own selfish greedy agendas. Secretly she always hoped to someday stumble across those responsible for robbing her of her own childhood. Maybe this girl could be that key. If she could keep her alive.