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Roxy never considered herself a leader. She wasn't even a people person. So if anyone had told her that she would be responsible for organizing a group of any sort she would have laughed at them. As much as she hated it there were benefits to working with a group. Like being able to plan a huge heist. She wasn't one who cared about money but many of the others in the group were very interested in money. 

She walked into Annie's bar with the confidence of someone who knew could handle themselves in almost any situation. She might be barely five feet tall but she was was a trained assassin. Despite her small size it wasn't easy for anyone to get the upper hand in a confrontation. Not that she sought them out. She didn't like random violence. She only killed those she deemed deserved to be killed. She made her way through the traven. She stuck to the shadows so that she drew as little attention as she could as she made her way downstairs where she planned to meet the others.