[u]Mass murder.[/u] [i]The two words throbbed in Victoria's head. She couldn't help, but think, over and over.. who was this girl? She was young. Terribly young, judging from the picture. And she was to deliver this girl's head to a military that she had a brief experience with.[/i] [u]Terrorism.[/u] [i]She had seen Treyman in action. She respected him. Respected the NTR, even, but this was.. off. Even she knew that, and she was hellbent on finding this.. Alpha. It was the right thing to end her threat to innocent lives.. right?[/i] [i]Stop telling yourself that.[/i] [u]Crimes against humanity.[/u] [i]Maybe that one had set her off. But nonetheless, amongst the convicting words, and her acknowledgement of the NTR's attempts to remain civil, even just.. that she knew, anyway.. it seemed almost wrong. Who was this Alpha? What life did she lead?[/i] [i]She'd find out, soon enough.[/i] "[b]Alpha![/b]" [i]That muffled, staticky voice cried out, revealing Victoria's presence to the wanted woman. She was.. some distance to the right. From what Alpha could see, she was.. heavily armed, yet with no weapons in her hands. Yet. The black and red ceramite armoring cloaked her being in it's tight plating, with two particularly large Bolt Pistols at her hips. She held a modified crest shield in her left hand, however, as if ready to defend herself yet, while a gladius was kept sheathed to her side.[/i] "[b]Alpha, it doesn't have to be like this![/b] [b]Come out! The others aren't so willing to demand such ease![/b]" [i]The others.. she was a bounty hunter, yet held herself in a higher regard. Either she was just cocky.. or maybe she thought that she was doing the right thing.[/i]