It was the afternoon — a peaceful one too. That was, until you noticed a white helicopter, which later powered down and landed. Natasha, the only occupant, muttered something about how she knew she should’ve refilled the petrol. She had red hair, and wore a white leather long sleeved shirt, and long, white leather pants, with a dark green vest atop that. She had a handgun on her right, per usual. You could only glance at her by looking through the window of her helicopter. but suddenly there was another, a Blondie