Gallan nodded at Raz's signal. He stayed put, watching her only out of the corner of his eye while keeping his focus on the corridor ahead. He didn't want any interruption, especially now that they'd regained the element of surprise. The alarm was still sounding overhead, which began to wear on Gallan's nerves. He whispered into his gauntlet's communicator, while five bodies hit the floor of the chamber Raz had approached.

"Enoch, mass EMP," on the small holographic screen above the back of Gallan's hand glowed a green checkmark in response. It was then replaced by a loading bar which read Prepping EMP. At twenty percent Raz was walking back toward him. "You've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve, huh AH," she had grabbed his arm, rather roughly given her strength. It's not that it did so much as bother Gallan, but he wasn't expecting it. He noticed this wasn't exactly a preventative action. If she had simply wanted to make sure he didn't want to breathe in the gas she could have said so. This was more out of impulse. Gallan's eyebrows raised, but he was quickly cut off from other thought when several men filed out of rooms on either side a hundred meters down the corridor. Gallan's eyes widened, and he pushed Raz backwards into a side hall.

"Activate!" He spoke hastily into the communicator. Almost instantaneously the lights went out, leaving their section of the base absent of light. The men down the hall were thoroughly confused, as told by their voices echoing toward the agents. Gallan kept his hands on Raz's shoulders for a half second, should she have stumbled when he pushed her, and then released. When the backup generators were switched on, and the hall was bathed in a shower of deep red light, Gallan's eyes focussed once again on the base around him. They were no more than a foot away from each other.

"Sorry..." Gallan said rather awkwardly, before stepping around her. Down the hallway on the right were more rooms, most marked maintenance. At the end was another fork in their path. "Good, the bunker is on a grid. That makes it 2 percent easier don't you think?" He whispered behind him at Raz. Footsteps began their way, Gallan hurried as silently as Raz had before down the hall. He turned right, and thankfully viewed the corridor ahead as empty.

"Raz, take them out and let's get moving."

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She could hear her own heart beating in her chest, her breath was a bit louder than normal...or was she just over thinking things? That had to be the case. Everything that was happening had an explanation, and this scenario was no no exception to that rule. Nodding to herself, she let that ideal sink in, that she was just overthinking things and getting a bit...no. She couldn't think that. It was not right. Not normal. Instead of thinking, she just let her mind empty, once more focusing. Why did she keep letting her mind wander?

Raz was a bit shocked when Gallan pushes her back in to a side hall, blinking in obvious confusion. She'd seen the men, but why had Gallan done such a thing? He could have just told her to move back. Seconds pass and the lights then go out, leaving them in a pitch black world. The only light was Raz herself. Her body giving off that eerie green glow. She glances back at Gallan, to show that even her eyes glowed too. And to let him know to let go of her, as his hands were on his shoulders. He does just that, and after a moment the lights turn back on.

Her eyes watch his movements as he skirts around her, to go ahead down the empty hall ahead of them. She begins to follow, but pauses, deciding to set a trap for the guys following. Swinging her swords crisscross and in horizontal and vertical lines, it produces a microscopic thin wire, connecting from wall to wall, a web. It was so thin that no one could see it, and no doubt the men following. Pulling out more glass marbles, they fill with gas, and she scatters them on the floor, but this time they do not go off right away.

A few minutes pass and they reach a fork in the hallways, and Gallan whispers something to her about the bunker being on a grid. Her mind once more wanders, thinking that Electra would be perfect for this job. As her bio make-up was something to do with electricity. She nods when Gallan tells her to take the men out before they moved on. Even though she nodded though, she does not move. Simply waits. And then, the sound she was waiting for could be heard as the men walk in to the trap. No doubt they'd walked in to the wire, which would slice right through them due to the chemical compound of the wire, and when they step on the marbles they would break, causing the gas to leak and kill them instantly if they breathe it in.

In her mind, they might as well keep going quietly, not make a lot of noise. Her eyes turn to him, before stepping forward towards the empty hallway ahead. She knew that it would be about two or so minutes before the gas leaked where they were, and about twenty minutes for it to clear up for safe passage back. Sounds die down, signalling that the men were all killed, so it was safe to move on.

"They are dead. We must move on, or the gas will get to you." She says, and even though her voice was lifeless and unfeeling, the words themselves sounded urgent.

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"Of course. Let's get this over with." He moved forward down the hall, towards the drug lord's room. Gallan was, however, a tad suspicious. He had not heard high nor hair of the leader since they started picking off the members of his gang. This was suspicious. He scanned his surroundings, glancing down each hall as they passed. Down one was a rather frantic looking man wearing a leather jacket, with plenty of face tattoos. He was less than two meters away, and his eyes widened at the view of the agents.

"HE--" Was all he had a chance to exclaim before Gallan's projectile of superheated gas tore a hole in his chest. He almost felt bad for that one. Almost. The man was going to reveal their position, which took any emotion Gallan had for the action out of itself. Finally at the end of the hall was a rather largeer door than the rest. It was likely a control room in this bunker's time as a military storage facility.

Gallan took place at one side of the door, motioning for Raz to halt with his fist raised into the air. Two fingers pointed toward the other side motioned for her to take position, and wait for him to breach. He placed a single gauntlet-clad hand onto the door. A light humming sound resonated between the technology and it's target, before the door opened without protest. Immediately Gallan rushed inside pointing his gun to the right, checking the corners. The room was pitch black. That's when he was tossed with a haymaker from his back, on the left side of the room, against the wall. He had time to release a small "oof" before sliding acrossed the floor. He rolled and turned, raising his weapon in the direction of his enemy. The silhouette of a giant of a man stood in the doorway. Maybe if they were lucky he didn't know there were two of them.

"You made a mistake coming here esé." He spoke with an obvious smile Gallan couldn't see. Gallan released two balls of plasma at the man, whom took both shots to his chest with inexplicable disconcern.

"RAZ. ENGAGE." Gallan ordered, wishing he'd done it sooner.

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A few more men were dispatched before they arrived at a door that was considerably larger than the rest in the building, or at least what they had seen so far. Glancing towards Gallan, and nodding when motioned for her to stand to the side while he took care of the door, Raz does as she was told. Giving the soldier some distance, so he could do his thing. From what she had seen with her vision, their target was indeed inside, his signature makeup being much different from any of the other men whom they had faced off against so far.

When the door had opened, not making a sound as it did, Raz stayed put, not following inside when Gallan rushed in. Just a glance told her that it was a trap, from the darkness to the quiet, and just as that thought process was making its way through her brain, she heard the clash of a body hitting a wall. The man they were here for spoke, saying that it was a mistake coming here. After that, the sound of a weapon being fired was heard. But apparently it didn't do very much damage, due to the male's changes in his DNA.

Raz heard the command to engage, and she did just that. Weapons wielded in her hands, she runs inside. El Chapo's back was to her, which was in short...a big mistake. He was just about to turn around when her antennae strike out, both needles taking aim and sinking in to either shoulder. However, this time around it does not automatically kill her target, she rationalizes the liquid death, making it so that it only stunned the man, freezing him in his tracks as he cringes from the sensation of it going through his veins.

Slipping in front of him, she knocks him back quite easily with a kick, but he stays up right. Raz stood right next Gallan, hands clenching her swords. For a moment, she just stayed there, not doing anything, until she spoke up, eyes focused on El Chapo, but her words directed towards Gallan.

"Please provide cover for me. I will finish him off." She wanted to make this man suffer for what his subordinates did to her face. The cut remained on her skin, but it was no longer oozing green liquid. The wound was about two and a half inches long, and was located at an angle just beneath her right eye. It didn't hurt, it was not a hindrance, it wasn't anything at all. Just the fact that she had gotten hurt, even once, had been enough to trigger that emotion of anger within her, and she wanted to make every and all men who were in that building to pay for their deeds. Especially the big man who commanded the others.

Rushing forward, just as the man recovered, she attacks. He tries to hit at her, but she easily dodges. The good thing about being smaller than your opponent? You're more evasive. El Chapo might have been a quick fellow for his size, but Raz was even quicker. She slices out at the man's leg, a thin slice, not enough to do major damage, but definitely enough to make him bleed, and a miniscule amount of green enters the wound. She spins back, as he attempts a counter attack, moves around and slices the back of his calf.

The whole process continues for a while, cut, dodge, repeat. She strikes his calves, knees, thighs, back, arms, chest and stomach, even areas around his neck. Slashes all over his body, blood dripping to the floor. She wasn't giving her all, no she was playing with her prey. Making him suffer. She could see, even despite his own bodily modifications, that he was in pain. Raz could read that unease and hurt by the look in his eyes as he tries to attack her. He knew that he was going to die. The big bad El Chapo was no nothing but a simple man filled with the fear that his end was near, and that death was just around the corner, waiting for him.

At one point she even gave his face a little cut similar to her own, making him hiss as it stung. Not only while she'd been cutting at him, her 'tail' and antennae had also been stinging him repetitively, shocking him in to freezing, but not killing him. Letting it continue a little longer, she then calls back to Gallan.


"Do I kill him now?" She asks, her voice emotionless, or at least...almost. There was a hint of longing to do the deed, to just end this man, to create a corpse, render him into nothing more than a heaping pile of dead flesh. But she wasn't going to be too quick about it. She wanted him to suffer. But of course, that wasn't really up to her. If Gallan told her to kill him, she would.

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Gallan watched the scene with an intense mix of emotion. He was by now used to the Weapon's super speed, strength, and overall capabilities. She was doing her usual cat and mouse game, but it made Gallan uneasy. Her air had changed from ruthlessness of battle to obvious revenge. It was more than viewing it in her actions. He could feel it. Resonating from her. She wanted to make him suffer for some reason.

Gallan only stirred from his thought process when Raz addressed him directly.

" Do i kill him now? " What kind of a question was that? She should have killed him with the first strike if she was able. Gallan thought the man would pose some kind of resistance even for her. El Chapo was high on every super drug known in the galaxy. By all rights he should be unstoppable but this girl made quick work and found energy to spare. It did not scare Gallan. It chilled him.

"End it Raz. Let's get out of here." He would have done it himself if his plasma pistol had been able to even pierce Chapo's hide. Gallan had already turned toward the door, awaiting her final blow. "Quickly." His last command was more strict. It resonated even as he said it. He didn't want even this drug lord to suffer any longer. He was still human. Gallan would deal with this later.

[|] Time Lapse - Back aboard the ship, one hour later. [|]

Gallan was still recording the mission report, wiping his face with exhaustion. He was physically tired, and hungry. Mostly hungry. His mind was still pulled tight by the events of their first mission. How he would bring it up, he had no idea. The military had been notified as soon as they had left orbit, and were there within seconds. They would handle catalogue and cleanup, while the agents did whatever was next.

He looked back at Raz, and then to his report. As was protocol he left out his personal feelings on the matters. The subject had performed aptly and, as could be hoped, perfectly. Her kills were clean, her methods efficient. He closed his hololog and turned in his pilot's seat. His face was instantly brighter than it had been seconds before, his eyes on Raz.

"Well. I'm starved. I know a great spaceport about three minutes from here. Do... do you eat?" He was actually shocked he had to ask that. After a second he roused himself, looking now to the package whiwhich still lay where Raz left it. "Open that, and i'll program our location. You're going to try a burger whether you digest it or not." He chuckled to himself and began typing away on the nav computer. To anyone it would seem Gallan had wiped his own memory. In reality he had not forgotten so quickly what troubled him. He had a talent of pushing things to the back of his mind until he needed them. That's just what he would do with the suffering of El Chapo, until further notice.

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Hearing the conformation for her to take El Chapo out and end it, Raz does just that with a quick thrust of one of her glowing green swords straight through the big man's skull, from the face to the back of the head, where the tip of the blade could be seen protruding out the back. Pulling it out, blood splashes everywhere, adding more of that red color to Raz's skin from earlier. With the deed done, they leave the room, with the dead body just laying where it had fallen in a heap.

They hadn't taken much time to return to the ship, having notified the military when they had left the planet. No doubt they had arrived within moments to do their own duties, as Raz and Gallan had done their own. As Gallan was writing up his report of the mission, Raz was doing her own thing. Removing her equipment and putting it back in the box, so that once again she was just wearing her outfit. The box holding her weapons and equipment seals itself, so that nothing could leak out, as it was a specially made box to contain the radiation of her items. A green pulsing orb on top of the box, shaped like a large round button, begins to glow, signalling that it was locked and safe.

Raz didn't have to do anything like Gallan was with the whole report ordeal, as she would go directly to the scientists in the lab to recall what she had done, as well as have a memory scan and recording. It was protocol, to make sure that things were working the way that they should be. No doubt they would do a bodily check up as well, to see if there had been any internal damage done to her.

Standing now by the large window that allowed them to gaze out at the stars, Raz absently reaches up with her fingers to brush them against her cheek. Her fingertips graze along the cut that blemished her skin, but no longer did she feel the fire and fury, the boiling hatred and loathing that she had before. The ones who had done the damage were long gone, demolished, sent in to oblivion. But even so, even after she had done all that, there was a certain emptiness. That killing the perpetrators could not fill. What she had done, could not undo the damage they had done, her face was still cut.

Shifting her gaze to look at Gallan when he spoke up, processing the face that he had asked if her she ate. About to answer the question, she was stalled before she could even open her mouth by him speaking again, telling her that she should open the small metal box that was still sitting on the seat where she had left it. The 'gift' that EMR381BWSC011, code name Electra, had given to her before they had left on this mission. Continuing to say that she was going to try a burger whether she could digest it or not.

"Is that an order?" She asks, but does not wait for an answer. One might think that despite her unfeeling persona, she was trying to be cheeky. Crossing the floor to the chair and picking the box up out of the chair, she simply holds it in the palm of her hand for a short while. Staring at it. Why was she doing this again? Oh, yes, because Gallan had told her too, that was why.

Gently tugging the end of the ribbon with her forefinger and thumb, she allows it to fall to floor, where it landed softly over the top of her foot. Unfolding the box, which was indeed made of metal, a rather peculiar device was revealed. It looked like some sort of cuff like bracelet that one could wear. It was colored black grey and neon green, like her green color. And in the center were similar devices to the ear pieces she wore to communicate with Gallan. Speaking of him, she glances over at the soldier. A clueless look upon her face. "What is it?" She asks, turning the device over in her fingers.

Deciding to try something, she slips it around her wrist, and as soon as she does so the green of the piece begins to glow. The whole thing then comes alive, and little icons appear on the surface. The sound of some sort of music then begins to play. It automatically connects to the ship, as she didn't have the ear pieces in. It surprises her a little, and she looks around. What was this? To be honest...it definitely sounded like something that Electra would make. Electronic, and rather glitchy. She looks to Gallan with wide eyes, unsure what to think of this 'gift'.

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Gallan eyed the device suspiciously when Raz opened her gift. He observed it as some sort of translator, but didn't comment when Raz asked what it was. She put it on, and seemed content enough with the results. Gallan spoke into his gauntlet after typing in a code to connect their devices.

"Do you read?"

After they were both satisfied he went back to piloting the ship. The coordinates were set, so they would arrive in just a few minutes. Gallan went to the wordrobe at the side of their housing unit and opened a droor. He took off his tattered combat shirt without even thinking about Raz being in the same room. After this thought crossed his mind he hesitated, a black tshirt in his hands. He hastily put it on.

When he turned back to her his chest bore a large mouth with red lips and an oversized tongue protruding from them. One would recognize it as the classic rolling stones album cover. Noone from this era, however.

"Like it?" He asked in Raz's direction. "It was some sort of symbol of rebellion in earth culture years ago, from what i've read. Groovy right?" He explained with a certain form of vigor he did not show during battle. "Um. Do you ever plan to sit down?" He asked at Raz, whom had not taken a seat admittedly since the two had met. Gallan took a seat at the pilot seat and patted the passenger side chair. He propped his feet up on the dashboard and put his hands behind his head looking very relaxed.

"This is the part after a mission we get to relax. You should take advantage of it. We'll get called out again soon. Even you can't go forever."

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Raz was a bit surprised when a voice could be heard coming from the device on her wrist, alongside with the music that was playing. It was a rather interesting device, Raz had to admit that Electra had some skill when it came to things like this. As she stood there, she turned her wrist from left to right, so she could gaze at the electric device that she was wearing, one might think she was actually admiring it, though the expression on her face said otherwise.

Her gaze lifted from the glowing of the electrical bracelet thing to watch as Gallan moved from where he was to pilot the ship, over to the wardrobe, promptly opening it. Even when the soldier removed the shirt he was wearing, which was all tattered and torn up, she showed no emotion, not really thinking what he was doing out of the normal, nor getting any reaction herself from it. Though apparently he had, since after a moment he quickly put on a different shirt, once again covering himself up,

The shirt he had chosen, for the lack of right words in her mind, was rather...interesting. It had some strange symbol of large red lips with an overly large tongue sticking out, as if someone was blowing a raspberry. She tilts her head slightly when he asked if she liked it, not sure quite what to think of the shirt, so instead of replying, she stays quiet, slightly raising both shoulders up in a half shrug. His explanation only got a few blinks in response, and a blank stare.

Conversation changing, he asks if she ever planned on sitting down. To which she promptly shakes her head no. Why should she? It wasn't necessary was it? Her gaze flicks to the chair that was patted by Gallan, sitting next to him. The passenger seat. Her ears take in the words that were spoken to her, apparently this was the part of the mission where they were to...relax? What he meant by her not being able to go on forever did not make any sense. Whenever she was feeling low on energy, back at the lab she would simply return to her room and lay on the bed, her body being connected by tubes and chords which monitored her vitals and took care of her body externally, as well as internally through the IV's in her body.

Even so...for some reason, deep down, she felt that maybe...she should do what Gallan was saying. Relax. Sit down. And take advantage of it.

So, she does just that. The points of her feet change, the metal exterior practically turning in on itself, revealing bare regular human feet. Hers were rather small, barely a size six in women's shoes. After this, her gloves detach from her arms, doing the same thing as her 'shoes' turning in to a microscopic cube that slipped in the skin at her wrist. As her feet were small, so were her hands. She knew that hanging in the closet was her only piece of actual clothing, a plain white lab gown that was probably a bit too small for her. Without further ado, she presses a button on the corset type thing around her waist. Everything folds in on itself, and disappears like the gloves, this time on either side of her spine. Thing was, she wore no underwear, no bra or panties. So, she stood there stark naked, not caring if the man saw her. For a bioweapon and scientific experiment, Raz had a rather nice body. A bit on the small side though, though she still had her slender curves.

Going to where Gallan had, the door opens, and she pulls out the nightgown, slipping it over her head, so that it covered her body. The bottom of the gown reached barely to her mid thigh, and sadly was quite see through. But all of this was irrelevant to Raz. She couldn't care less that Gallan was a guy and he'd seen her naked.

After doing this, she silently walks to where Gallan was, and sits down on the passenger seat, placing her hands in her lap, the glowing green of the device at her wrist pulsating gently, the song changing to a slower one. For a moment she just stares ahead, listening to the song, before looking over at Gallan. Though she says nothing, just looks at him. Her large green eyes gazing blankly at Gallan, almost not even blinking at all.

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Gallan closed his eyes and awaited something to pop into his head to talk about. He could tell conversation was going to be sparse on this journey, and who knew how long this adventure would last. He suddenly thought to ask if the girl had ever been exposed to any modern music during her time at the lab and his eyes shot open. Unfortunately, they shot open to the single thing that could have rendered Gallan speechless. What Gallan's commanding officers would have given to see his stuttering, utterly dumbstruck face right now. His face grew red and he turned around at the speed of thought. His brow furrowed as he struggled to decide what to say.

"Raz. I realize you have no idea what you're doing, but that... dress... is not very appropriate." He got up hastily and walked about the cabin as if the floor was being heated for a stew. He made it to her closet and looked downwards at his feet.

"You don't have anything else to wear... do you?" He seemed to be looking everywhere except at Raz. The walls, the floor, even the windshield just over her head. He was utterly at a loss. He typed his access code back into the closet panel and it opened his drawers. From the top shelf he retrieved a black tshirt with a white painted fist holding a red heart-shaped hand grenade. The "American Idiot" album cover of an ancient earth band. From the next drawer he gripped the only pair of pants he knew would fit her. A pair of flight-pants he had misread as Bandalor numbers instead of human sizes. They were three sizes too small, and probably fit about like leggings on his female friend. The shirt, of course, would be three sizes too large on Raz. He sulked back acrossed the room with the clothes in hand, and handed them to her still refusing to meet her blank gaze she seemed to always wear.

"Put these on. That's an order." He only realized, probably too late, she would carry out the orders immediately without a second thought. He hastily turned around and almost shook with embarrassment. How a girl no higher than Gallan's shoulder could bring him proverbially to his knees was beyond anyone.

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Raz wondered why Gallan was getting so flustered. There was no reason to get this way over someone like her. She was simply a bio weapon, and just because she had the body of a human, that didn't mean anything. Right? And yet there he was, with a dumbstruck look, his cheeks red, and his words stuttering as he spoke to her, saying that her outfit wasn't appropriate. "It isn't?" She asks, looking down blankly at the gown she was in, she wore it all the time while at the labs...so why couldn't she wear it now? There was nothing wrong with it, at least it was that way in her mind. But it seemed Gallan thought otherwise.

She shakes her head when he asks if she didn't have anything else to wear. "No." It was either this gown, or her battle outfit. The scientists at the labs didn't think it necessary she have a huge wardrobe of clothes, what was the point?

Raz had turned in her seat slightly, her eyes focused on the male, watching his movements as he dug through his clothes again. Seeing that he was avoiding looking at her, his movements jerky and forced. She sits forward again when he comes back, taking the clothes as they were handed to her, he still was not looking at her. However, she says nothing, not really caring in the least. It was just weird that he was getting this way...over a weapon.

Hearing the words to change, and that's an order, she automatically stands up and pulls off the gown she'd had on, laying it down on the seat of the chair she'd just been sitting in. Raz hadn't even noticed that Gallan had turned around, to keep from seeing her naked body again. She pulls on the pants first, they were form fitting and ended at her ankles. Tilting her head, she wondered why a man would have something like this to wear. But letting the thought slide, she then puts on the t-shirt, which was extremely large on her, and it slid off her shoulder.

Looking down at her outfit now, Raz wasn't quite sure what to say about it. The fabric of the shirt was a foreign feeling, she'd never worn anything like it. The only clothing she was used to were the lab gown, which was made of new processed material, and her combat outfit, specially created for her body. Oh well...this would have to do, if it made Gallan comfortable. She picks up her gown before sitting back down in the chair, carefully folding the white 'dress'.

"So...what does a 'burger' taste like?" Raz suddenly asks, staring straight ahead, but the question was obviously made toward Gallan. She recalled not too long before he'd mentioned that he was going to make her taste a burger, whether she could digest it or not.

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