Sal had somehow missed one...
They walked right by him. Hidden from all his senses. A soft [i]‘thwoop’[/i] ended with a fair ‘[i]squelch[/i]’. The hostage taker crumpled to the floor. A silenced pistol Was dropped and discarded to the floor.

From the wrecked aircraft a lone soldier walked. Ignorant to the chaos and death surrounding them. Stepping over corpses and debris like they were nothing. This soldier, while armoured similarly, was not like the others. They did not walk or look quite like the others. A slender, slimmer figure with wide swaying hips and a fair bust. She moved with a casual womanly stroll, there was no urgency or panic in their approach.

She moved with a regal air of authority and importance. It’s imprinted on her every movement and action. It’s in the air around her. 
Closing the distance, half way she lifts her hands to her helmet and removes the clunky piece of armour.

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The first thing noticed about this soldier is her bright pink hair. Second comes the ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude painted on her face.

She looks Evelyn over as she continues to approach. Her judgemental womanly gaze leading to a disproving grimace [color=pink][b]“Eh. You wanna get out of of those ticking time bombs strapped round your wrists? Bulky doesn’t suit you.”[/b][/color] She pauses to ask. Her voice honeyed and smooth, clearly failing to take in the gravity of the situation and adding a playful twist to the seriousness of it all. Only giving Evelyn her attention momentarily before instead directing it to the piece of gum that she fished out of her jacket pocket and placed into her mouth.
[color=pink][b]“Well?”[/b][/color] She added impatiently with an eye roll and a gesture telling Evelyn to hurry over to her.

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Clay was ready and amped for battle. Filled with an unquenched bloodlust, he was excessively aggressive and desperate for combat. With the soldier now fallen it was clear his viscous growls were not only for him. Everybody on the field was a potential target for the wolf. The viscous snarls and snapping didn’t let up. He was watching and waiting for some movement to signify prey. Sniffing for that sweet scent of fear. Hoping just hoping something would run so he could give chase.