"I'm sure you'll join us. Let me personally welcome you to World Marshal and Desperado Enforcement-..." Monsoon watched as Armstrong continued to fill the girl's head on the grandeur of the supposed PMC.

He only brought the girl here for her skill. With only very little cybernetic enhancements, it was surprising a twenty year old could kill off three highly trained cyborgs. Of course, she was no where near the skills of a captain, but she was good enough for primary work.

"Monsoon-" The silverette was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of his superior's voice.

"Why don't you get her settled in?" Armstrong questioned. The reddish cyborg simply scoffed before dragging the girl away. Holding her by her cybernetic arm, he sighed. "Might want to get that looked at."

Through the hallways of the facility, he entered once such room. It was a neat and orderly. "Dr. Rios-" In one of the corners of the room, a woman turned. "Tune up on this one." He simply pushed the girl away before leaving the room.

Dr. Camellia Rios. She was born from an Italian surgeon and Portuguese songstress. Despite taking a liking to her mother's passion, she was brought up medical ever since she could remember. Human anatomy was turned to cybernetics, making her into a young, successful cybernetic surgeon at the age of twenty-two; only for her part of a secret bid between Desperado and her father so that she would have a job and a nice salary. Camellia was a short woman, only standing at five foot one. Her skin was that of a bronze goddess, but her hair was on the border of wavy, curly and oh yes, frizzy on those especially hot days. Thick, large glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, magnifying her blue eyes, before she would have to push the navy frames up as they slid down sometimes. Being raised in the island of Sicily, Camellia was brought up with a sailor point of view. Her outfits normally consisted of navy, white, red, turquoise or coral. Thats it. That day, she was wearing a navy chemise that was tucked into a white and navy striped skirt, but it was halfway hidden beneath her white lab coat.

Working for Desperado hasn't been the easiest. She felt uneasy around the so called, "Winds of Destruction", especially since she was their doctor. This day was like any other normal day. Cyborgs would walk in and out for minor repairs before she sent them off. It was around noon where it started to slow down, leaving her with some free time to watch her favorite soap opera on a small tablet. Hearing the door being push open, Camellia quickly clicked off the tablet and stood to her feet. It was only Monsoon...right? She didn't know. She only started working a week ago.

"Dr. Rios. Tune this one up." The girl he was holding was thrusted forward, but the young doctor stopped her momentum and watched as the red cyborg took his leave. Looking down at the girl, Camellia blinked from behind her large glasses.

"I hope he didn't hurt you. No need to be scared." Her Italian accent was thick on her tongue as she spoke. The brunette led the girl and motioned her to sit on the examination table on the other side of the room. "Let me see your arm."

Her eyes were careful to inspect the cybernetic arm. Her fingertips traced over the sensitive metal of her fingers to sense reaction before making the girl grip her hand and loosen it. "I just got to do some very minor tune ups, if you don't mind. You probably heard him, but I'm Dr. Rios." Camellia smiled. "What is your name?"

"Larissa." the younger female politely pronounced. "I appreciate what you're doing for me... So you're the doc around here, huh?" Larissa questioned, her own accent, an English one to be percise, filling her speech.

And by hearing the girl's chipper, an English accent, the doctor gave a small sigh of relief. Larissa wasn't depressed at all. Good, cause Camellia wouldn't know how to handle with that. Grabbing a few tools from her desk across the room and some small, portable machines, the brunette gave a smile.

"Well, Larissa, call me Camellia. You'll be the only exception that can call me that" she chuckled. Her hands were delicate when attaching some wires and using tiny screws at the girl's cybernetic palm. "And yes, I'm the doctor around here. Just started a week ago, actually." After correcting the motion sensors in the hand, her fingers clicked on the small machine to calibrate the fine motor movement in her artificial muscles. "Alrighty, that should do it!" Camellia pushed her large frames to the bridge of her nose as she gently detached the wires. Now Camellia was getting curious. This girl seemed not so much younger than her, probably by two years at the most. Why was she here?

"Are you going to be doing field work? I know its rude, and don't mind me saying, its just unusual to hire someone with...more flesh than metal, if you understand what I mean."

While rubbing the back of her neck, Larissa perked a smile. "To be honest, this all happened so quickly... "

She explained to Dr. Rios of how she ended up in Denver, when she was operated on in World Marshal and how she later met Monsoon.

Her shoulder shrugged.

"I'm not particularly sure why they're wanting to hire me... It's not the first time I've been invited into a private organisation, though..." She rolled her pale green eye before staring back at the small doctor.

"You don't think they'll want to turn me into a full cyborg just to enhance my skill and power, do you?"

She panicked and was shocked at the idea, though it may or may not be true.