Commission for  opeelay

Background -

The bar looked as though it had been through a wood chipper, the decor & walls riddled with bullets as thugs lay unconscious from the beatings they sustained. The lone fox mercenary sat atop the bar counter, her uniform soiled with her aggressor's blood. Taking another drag of her cigarette as she finally has a moment of respite.

Bexley isn't the type of mercenary that turns away from a confrontation & she'll make sure those involved would learn a lesson or two, if they're lucky enough to catch her on a good day.