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Basic biography. This woman is known as Rose Neghana, and to many she is seen as a kind woman, if somewhat blunt but not for a lack of trying. Her history is clouded in mystery, and what she doesn't tell isn't known save for a very select few. What people do know is that she loves to tinker with things, always fiddling with pet projects such as her prototype engine design. One other thing people know about Rose is that she can pick just about any lock, and in fact carries around a tool pouch where ever she goes when in uniform, just as most people carry keys or a pocket or boot knife.

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Friends. Rose has pleanty of people she calls friends, even though they are mearly aquaintences by term. There are those that she calls coworkers who are just that, and then there are the true friends. For the most part, only a few people have the privelage of being called a true friend in Rose's eyes.

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Enemies: Rose is one of those people who is truely dangerous to cross. The last man to cross her in any meaningful sort ended up dead by her hands, though she won't talk of this subject to anyone. She does not have a lot of them, and pleanty of people annoy her or 'tick her off', but for the most part none of them have actually gone and tried to destroy her.

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Lovers. For the most part Rose does not have any lovers at the current moment, nor is she in the market. However, she will openly admit to loving both males and females, albeit in much different ways. While she does love her machines and weapons just as much as she would a person, they cannot hold her in return.

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Since standard procedure was to moniter the comms of the agents for various codewords on ops, the word backup had special meaning. Once the word was said, units were scrambled from a nearby staging area just in case they were needed. The codeword wasn't a call for action, mearly a call to have them ready.

Thus, Rose and a few others were in the Swat helicopter armed with various weapons. Anything from masterkey assault rifle/shotgun combos, to military grade combat rifles in various calibers and attachments. Rose's weapon of choise was a semi-auto rifle with laser site and a scope, both of which she was using. Her left arm had a sling attached to a glove and her upper arm, which she used to keep the barrol of the weapon in contact with her forearm as a rest.

As the helicopter came over the scene of the incident, Rose saw Ludmilla and her distinctive profile standing off against a well dressed male apparently holding a bald headed man hostage. Carefully, Rose knelt upon the floor of the helicopter, telling the pilot to keep the bird steady as she took aim.

With her forearm strap accross the top of the handguard and holding the padded underside against her forearm, she sighted in the allyway. A flick of the switch had the laser activated, and she aimed at the mans bicep, allowing the laser to be seen by the man before she commed the command center.

"Command, this is overwatch, suspect is armed and holding a hostage. Sidearm class, requesting orders. Range, three hundred yards, altitude 300 feet to ground level."

"Suspect is armed, copy that. Parameters understood. Shoot to wound, Overwatch."

"Understood command. Overwatch, taking the shot. Boom."

Her voice had become calm as she concentrated, and with a slight wavering of the laser, despite the massive chop from the rotors and the vibrations coming up the floor from the engines, she fired. The report was drowned out by the engines, though people far enough away would still hear the muffled crack of the small caliber bullet breaking the sound barrier.

The bullet was small, but the powder charge was much larger, and thus accelerated the round quite a bit more than it was nessesary. She saw through her scope the slight path the round took, practically wiggling from the rotor wash. A bloom appeared upon the suspect's head, the impact forcing his head sideways.








Dorian had darted out of the building, chasing what appeared to be the suspect described by the girls a few floors up. Chasing after, Hetio in his arms, Snow did his best to keep up. Efforts futile, Snow fell behind, managing to sight a signal light from a helicopter, pointing him in which direction to run.

“You're mine!” Said the familiar voice of Dorian Gray somewhere ahead.

“Hang on, Hetio.” He spoke quietly, there he was. Dorian had started climbing a fire escape in hot pursuit of the possible thief. Stopping in a crowd of onlookers, Snow looked up at the roof, his vision obstructed by the back of onlookers heads, and a large door called a helicopter.

Though obstructed, his line of sight proved to be better than others. A couple other figures seemed to be in pursuit of Dorian, who were they? Authorities no doubt. “We've got trouble.” Snow commented. Placing the girl on her feet, he held her weight while shaking her to wake up. “Can you stand? You can stay here if you wish, he's going to need some help.” The blond man bolted to ascend the building in the same manner the others had, pulling his weight over the top of the ladder when...

BANG.

“DORIAN!” He shouted, unsure of whether Dorian would function the way he did in the book or not. Perhaps he wasn't a goner, though no ordinary man could suffer a bullet to the temple. “What the hell?!” Snow demanded angrily of the agents. “Don't you guys negotiate with these people anymore?!” Outraged and covering his head, paranoid he might be sniped as well, Snow did not relent his aggression toward the agents.

Making a quick dash toward one of the agents, he snatched a spare gun and opened fire upon the helicopter. “I'm sorry!” Snow shouted over the sounds of the chopper and the gunfire. “I cannot simply let you harm him and get away with it!” Unaware of the consequences of the human world, Snow reacted on impulse. He was raised to be a warrior, and that meant defending ones comrades. However, he was not raised in the reality of how things worked in the land of humans.


OOC: Sorry its short and sort of a derp post. I did try though. Kudos?