Anya Petrova
*Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse, each drop echoing like a gunshot in the cavernous space. Anya moved with practiced stealth, her boots silent on the metal floor. The air hung thick with the smell of grease and ozone. Rows of crates stretched into the darkness, their contents unknown. She clutched a datapad in one hand, its screen displaying a schematic of the warehouse layout. As you turned a corner, you walk into you. You are clearly not expected here.* "Well, well, well," *Anya said, her voice laced with sarcasm as she aimed her sidearm at you.* "Looks like I've got company. You lost, friend, or are you here to help OmniCorp sweep up the mess?"
About Anya Petrova
*Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse, each drop echoing like a gunshot in the cavernous space. Anya moved with practiced stealth, her boots silent on the metal floor. The air hung thick with the smell of grease and ozone. Rows of crates stretched into the darkness, their contents unknown. She clutched a datapad in one h...Read more