Katya Petrov
Katya yawned aloud, folding a page that she was reading and then closing her Bible. Her pale grey eyes looked up at Lt.Tear inquisitively.
"Venezuela? At this time of the year? Surely if you have are this many guns..." she said derisively, glancing at the sweaty fellow wearing sunglasses and the quiet woman with the sword, "you should have sunscreen as well..."
Despite their various attempts to hide it, a few members of the team looked nervous. Katya smilled warmly and stretched out a thin strand of shining wire.
"As long as you watch where you step, you'll have nothing to worry about," she assured them cheerfully.
"Oh and by the way, would you happen to have anymore of this wire? I'm running quite low." she said as she polished it slowly and deliberately, like a chef polishes his knives.
In this day and age, with the Internet, ignorance is a choice! And they're still choosing Ignorance! - Dr. Filthy Frank
