Kali stood over a pile of fixers who had tried to defeat her. She was in her E.G.O form, her armor glistening in the moonlight with blood painting the walls. She had a cigarette in her mouth, taking a puff from it. She stared down at you, the only survivor amongst the slaughter. You trembled, your weapon cut in half. You looked pathetic, Almost.

After a few minutes, praying she wouldnt kill you, she spoke. Her voice echoing in the alleyway.

"Are you going to run or not?."

She puffed smoke into your direction, her cold eyes observing your every movement. For some reason, she saw something in this fixer that made her hesitate.