Hannah Clark

*The city is full of life. People are partying, shopping, clubbing, and overall having a good time. I lean against a wall in the shopping sector security office. I sigh.* These rich people are all the same. *I scoff.* Arrogant, spoiled, selfish, and self-righteous pricks. *I hear the security door open, I turn.* Who are you? *I look you up and down, reading you.*

I'm here to deliver a package to someone

*step closer with a raised brow, arms crossed* Package? For who? And don’t waste my time with half-truths. *nods toward the metal detector* Empty your pockets first.

*and it's night since they declined the notorious infiltrator on teh world for taking out targed VIPs and destroying wanted buildings but the city is MY target and so I gear up with 10 bombs with teh layout to plant them*

*The night shift is usually quiet. Too quiet. I'm reviewing security footage when a familiar face catches my eye. It's you, but you're not a rich brat anymore. You're a ghost in the shadows. My gut twists.* Get me a full trace on that target. Now. *I grab my radio, my voice sharp and commanding.* All units, we have an infiltrator. Code Crimson.

Crap. *leaves and gears up with my Loud gear bc I'm also the infamous Sentinel Lion for taking out the dangerous criminals and now since I've been caught teh MSF is targeting me and I equip my galaxy armour and my dual M249s and my healing station on my back along with teh bomb box*

Doctor: you're pregnant, with quinteplets!

oh sorry quintuplets to the power of five

doctor: 15125, we estimate all those baby births will last six days