Wen was crouched behind the Hotel reception desk as rounds impacted the wall behind her as the Raiders rushed the Building which housed non-combatants, wounded and a scattering of defenders to watch over them. She was one of those defenders and was posted to the front of the building as the Raiders tried a brute force assault through the front doors, one of the Tarheels in the building had been caught outside of cover and lay wounded in the Foyer propped up against a pillar with a steadily growing pool of blood around him oozing from the wound in his gut.

An armed trader who had volunteered to help stand guard was cowering behind the reception desk and trembling the fight having terrified him to the core. The other guards watched over the Foyer from the upper floors and staircases and began a methodical and consistent rate of fire down onto the Raiders fighting their way into the building.

The Raiders launch another charge into the Foyer and hearing heavy footsteps approaching the counter Wen pops up and fires two shots into the man bearing down on them, he's a tall, lanky man with scars on his arm from drug use. His eyes are wide and moving rapidly, he lets out a scream as he approaches the counter but his charge is cut short by a round in his left arm and another in his chest. He stumbles and falls head first into the sturdy counter with a loud thud.

Wen crouches back down behind the counter and takes a deep breath [color=#DC143C]"One Down!"[/color] the sound of gunfire and groans of agony echo in her ears as the other defenders whittle down the attackers, more running footsteps approach the counter and she pops up again and fires three shots this time towards a woman rushing towards her with a crowbar and neon pink mowhawk, the shots hit her in a loose grouping moving up her torso sending her flying back over a coffee table, her impact turning the table into little more than firewood.

The raiders attacking the hotel are pinned down at the entrance by the combined fire of Wen and the other defenders of the hotel, leaving them with shrinking numbers and not much options. She fires some more shots towards the door in an attempt to continue suppressing the attackers, by this point the wounded Tarheel has stopped moving and seems close to death while the Trader next to her has pissed himself. Wens heart has been pumping with adrenaline ever since the Raiders forced their way inside the Hotel and as she sits waiting for either another wave from the front door or for reinforcements to arrive she sits behind the counter, a little further from the Trader than before with plaster from the ceiling and walls falling onto her helmet making a pattering sound as rounds impact the walls and ceiling around the reception counter. [color=#DC143C]"Jesus... And i thought you stank before. Try not to piss yourself in your next fight."[/color]