[i] Lance eyes the woman on the ground, the sniper round in her neck, and the red cobra on the shoulder pauldron. Lance felt a certain itch in the back of his mind, which caused him to look east several hundred yards away. On the rooftop, a dark figure and a glinting sniper scope. Desmond Galloway..sly bastard.[/i] "If you assume I have anything to do with these people that have caused havoc, you're mistaken." [i] Lance crosses his arms, gesturing to the red cobra on his shoulder.[/i] "The insignia of a PMC named Venom Incorporated. I was employed by them years ago, but now they are gone, they're leaders dead. I haven't seen someone else with that insignia in well over ten years, neither of these operators I recognize, or the name they speak that they're employed by. "Atlas."