[center][h3][b][color=turquoise]Genevieve Marceaux - Strip Mall[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
[center][@Spiffy][@Banana][@solokolos][/center]

Genevieve slowly brought her bike to a halt, parking it behind their car. She leaned all her weight on her left foot, watching as the others got out of the car. Guess it was showtime.

As the others started to gear up, Genevieve did the same. She removed her helmet before clipping it securely to the bike. She then grabbed her aviators and put them on, the small gadget softly highlighting Judah and the others. The last item on her list was one of her guns, a Walther CCP. Genevieve reached into one of the small compartments on the side of her bike and pulled out a clip-on holster with the gun already secured in it. Her heart started to beat just a little bit faster, but her nerves were partly due to the fact that her life would in some extent be in the hands of this new group she'd just met. 

"Let's do this, shall we?" she said, walking towards them.