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	Pandora smirked as Hugo utterly outplayed her. Wobbling her head at the 'convenient placement' of the croquet area, she followed Director Powers to their intended location. The two of them looked quite ridiculous in a way that pleased her. Hugo in his flower print shirt and her in her bikini top and open-fronted dress bottom. 

	Pandora nodded and made her way to the sniper post. After a few moments of walking she sank halfway into the earth and leaned forward, zooming silently along the ground. Hugo seemed to be casual about this whole thing so she figured it wasn't a big deal. Just some unsuspecting , overpaid goons. More used to chasing off tourists than X-200 infected mutants. 

	The sniper was totally unsuspecting. He was watching Powers as he approached through a scope. So when Pandora arrived and tapped on his shoulder, he was taken off guard. He gasped, turning around just as she slammed her fist into his face, knocking his hat clean off. She stepped on his rifle, turning it into goo. Then the summer-dressed woman grabbed for his hands, pushing them together. In a matter of moments she had bound his sleeves together with his own sleeves, and then sunk his coat into the wall. 

	"What the hell?" He said, confused, lip bloody from the sucker punch. She put a finger to his lips and then reached for his hat, stuffing it plainly into his mouth.

	[color=fdc68a]"Hush."[/color] She combined his shoelaces together for good measure. [color=fdc68a]"Someone'll come along and get you unfucked. Just be quiet. If you make me regret this I'll come back and turn you into a pair of sunglasses."[/color] She threatened. She then lowered her sunglasses to the edge of her nose and looked at him pointedly. That seemed to shut him up. Just in case she put a toe up against his radio and fiddled with the circuits, disabling it, too.

	As she slid her way down the hill back towards Hugo, she was rolling her shoulder. [color=fdc68a]"Ugh. Been a while since I punched someone."[/color] She complained.

	[color=lightslategray]"If you may,"[/color] He said, directing her towards the door. 

	Pandora lifted a finger towards him. [color=fdc68a]"In a minute, hold on."[/color] She stretched left arm to the right, holding it in place with her other arm. She repeated the process with her right arm. With a groan she leaned down and touched her toes. Her back popped. [color=fdc68a]"Oof."[/color] She rose to her full stature once again and twisted her upper body from side to side.

	[color=fdc68a]"The goo I'm made of gets bubbles in it. Have to pop 'em, y'know."[/color] She explained casually. 

	Pandora approached the door. Placing her foot on the concrete, her intentions travelled the short distance. The pavement moved slightly out of place, like someone had smeared it with their thumb. [color=fdc68a]"Hup."[/color] The smear contacted with the steel doors and then turned into a hole. The hole grew and grew, the metal dripping off like glue. Though there was no increase in temperature. Soon there was a gap large enough for them both to easily fit through.

	[color=fdc68a]"I'd say age before beauty, but..."[/color] Pandora shrugged. With that she headed inside the base to see what was what.