[dcs_p]Sawaka wasted no time in taking several pictures of her strangely-armored
savior with her IR cam. This suit was something new. Its weapon was either a
classified prototype or some jury-rigged amateur setup. Either way it seemed to
be effective given the circumstances.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Sawaka was on her feet before she herself knew it. A quick dive through the
fence got her a bit closer to safety. Her hoversled was stationed less than a
kilometer away, and most of that distance was covered with lush forest to hide
her small form from her pursuer’s sight.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Samuel Stark adjusted the zoom on his prototype body armor’s faceplate. He
wasn’t sure who he had just saved, but he wished he had at least gotten a picture
of her face. For now, he’d settle for that fantastic view of her fit body
disappearing into the night. She had been a blur from the very moment he first
noticed her. Undoubtedly a spy. A fellow professional?[/dcs_p]