[color=6ecff6][b]Ximena Huang[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"What can I say? It seems like anytime I go somewhere related to Shattered Steel, it's because someone is trying to kill me."[/color]

First her homeland, and now these, what, Maltese separatists? Some pan-Mediterranean nationalist movement? Whoever they were, they were connected sons-of-bitches with money and resources beyond what a bunch of hoodlum terrorists should have been able to scrounge up. 

[color=6ecff6]"But I'm not one to turn down a compliment. Hopefully all that suppressing fire made your job inside a little easier, and I look forward to showing how I'm even better in the air!"[/color]

Yuna strolled in soon after, Ximena giving her drinking buddy a nod and a lazy salute. 

[color=6ecff6]"Hey hey, kitty-cat. Glad to see you made it out in one piece. And you came by just in time! I was going to interrogate Heartbreak here, and I'm not allowed to question suspects without a witness."[/color]

She leveled a finger at Scott accusingly, her Cheshire grin only growing wider.

[color=6ecff6]"I heard the most vile rumor while digging through files, and I'm hoping you can set the record straight. Is it true that you scored a kill on an F-22, God's favorite killing machine, with a big, slow, dumb Intruder?[/color]