She stands still looking out the window to the fast moving world outside, gun locked and loaded ready for the fight that was surely going to come when the car stopped at Nuka World. The buzzing of the intercom makes her jump slightly as the prerecorded announcer soft voice echoes through the empty car. "Hello and on behalf of the Nuka-Cola Corporation, we'd like to welcome each and every one of you aboard-" She rolls her eyes a bit, looking out the window her annoyance replaced by a small ping of joy, a small grin slowly creeping up her face as she sees the tall mountain and soda pop. She came here when she was a bit younger, with her parents and Nate, who was just her boyfriend at the time, it was a fun day, it's a shame that the memory was now soiled by raiders. When she heard the radio station she got so excited, telling everyone about the park, and that they should go, but her hopes were broken when told the rumors of raiders. Preston was starting to come up with a plan to whip them all out, booms, mini-nukes, deathclaws. Each idea more weird and complex then the last, she was the one who volunteered to scout the place out alone, of course there was a fountain of objection but her mind was set, plus she's been wanting to get out of the castle, and of the minute men uniform. She of course loved Preston and the minute men but her harness and armor where more her style. Here attention is pulled back to the sound system as static starts to come through and replaced by a different more rough voice. "Well, look who learned the truth and still showed up. I guess Harvey played his cards right after all." He sounded a bit like a cowboy from old western movies, the thought making her laugh a little, but as his tone goes more serious she remembers the upcoming danger. 'What have I gotten myself into?' "I only got a minute so you better listen and listen good. The name's Gage. Porter Gage. And our mutual friend Harvey only told you half the truth. You're still heading straight into a death trap." She lets out a hefty sigh. "Of course I am." She mumbles to herself. "But if you somehow make it through alive, I have an interesting offer for you. In the meantime, have fun and put on a good show. I'll be watching." The static takes over again, leaving her to stand there a shiver running down her back and fear through her veins, the car pulling to a stop at the Nuka World station, doors slipping open. She peeks her head out the door looking around the messy platform, regular raider stuff, yet still empty of any raiders. Taking a cautious step out, an uneasy feeling still spreading through her, but freezes on her next step as an obnoxious voice fills the room. "Attention all my favorite undesirables out there. In case you haven't noticed, looks like we got ourselves some fresh meat to run the Gauntlet!" Her face pales, as his harsh laugh sounds through, she was screwed, how could she face any fucked up thing that came from a raiders twisted mind. On shaky legs she walks to the door, laughing at the word 'GAUNTLET' written in white paint. "Well isn't that helpful." She jokes to herself, gripping the railing for support, more laughter comes through again, showing that they could hear her. "Aaaaaand she's off!" So they can see her too, creepy. "Let's hope are latest pray can draw a little... inspiration from our previous victims." She looks through the door at the bottom of the steps, seeing nothing but darkness, the night air dry and stiff making her shake a little. Clicking on her pitboy flashlight she looks around the room, seeing dead body's scattered throughout, lifeless eyes staring blankly, but there doesn't seem to be an initial threat - until her light flashes back at her. She crouches down pulling out her favorite 10mm setting her aim on the laser turret under a table, she sets of four shot setting it a blaze as it explodes. She laughs, that was it? A lousy laser turret that didn't even get to get a shot out, it couldn't be. As she gets a few steps in some lights flash on as the door slams behind her, she rubs her eyes trying to adjust, but looks up and around wildly when she hears the ticks and whirls of turrets as they focus in on her. She only gets a quick look before running and diving behind a broken and tattered stone wall, bullets and lasers splattering against it and whizzing by. There was two standing ones that were shooting off the bullets, one close and the other at the very back of the room, and was only able to caught a glimpse of one wall laser turret set up in the back with the other standing. As the noise of shooting died down she takes deep breaths, building her courage before she steps out setting off shots until the closest standing turret explodes, the taking covers again as they lock on again, and repeating the steps on the farthest standing turret. "Come on bitch, hurry it up." She grumbles a bit before speaking loudly to be heard over the gun fire. "I'd rather not die, thanks. So I'm going to take my sweet ass time!" More harsh laughter comes through. "But where's the fun in that?" He mocks as she peeks her head out taking out the two laser turrets on the closest wall. "One left." She whispers to herself, reloading her weapon as she runs to take cover behind a shelf. She starts to take aim at the laser turret in the back when a red hot burning enters her shoulder, making her stumble out to the open. There was a laser turret in the other side of the wall she was hiding on, fuck, now she's in the open under the prying focus of both of them. Quickly taking aim at the closest one she destroys it before dropping to her knees and turning as red lasers flew over her head and destroying the final one. She stands back up reaching for her shoulder, flinching as her fingers brushed burnt and peeling flesh. "Fuck!" She shouts pulling out a rag and purified water, wetting it and gentle dabbing at the burn. "Oh-ho! Sounds like this little girl has quite a mouth on her!" More laughter, she grumbles some more putting her water back and proceeding to lift both of her middle fingers, turning in a tight circle so they could caught it no matter where the staking camra was, there was more laughing to that. "Damn, this little one has balls!" Sighing she stomps to the next door, a not so helpful arrow telling her to go right. "Ooo. Our new vic sure knows how to dodge some bullets." She gives out a slight pained laugh at his dark joke. "Good thing that's not all we got in store for her." She takes in the surrounding room, it again looks rather empty, then her eyes set on a fire trap. "A trap room?" She giggles a bit, raiders sure did love their traps. Her eyes drift over the floor, about a dozen makeshift trip wires lay about, pulled tight. Sighing she pulls a bobby pin from the hen of her pants, where she liked to keeps them for easy access. In a minute she has them all done, throwing the now unusable bobby pin aside, as she searches the dead body's of the unfortunate players when a red door catches her eye, instantly taking out another bobby pin, the door swings open with ease only to show the same place she was. She shoves the pin back into place ignoring the man's taunts filling the room, braving up and unstable stairs and across an even worse makeshift bridge, making unsettling creeks beneath her weight. "The vics still alive but don't let that get you down. The Gauntlets still got plenty in store for this one." Comes his voice again with more laughter as she slips and eats shit, face first to the ground, blood seeping from her nose mixing in with the gasoline covering the floor. "Son of a bitch!" Her hand flys to the bleeding nostril as she pushing herself to stand up, guessing what the next obstacle is, but is dumbfounded when she sees three red doors around the corner instead. "It's decision time! All doors lead to death. Some just a little slower than others." Looking at all three she stands there frustrated, this was stupid. Her hand reaches for the door knob on the middle one, opening it to the glowing eyes of a toy monkey with cymbals, and promptly shoots it's head off, slamming the door shut, those monkeys crept her the hell out. Two choices left, she reaches for the right one, she hears a wire being snapped and hard objects hitting the floor. "Oh come on!" She shouts slamming the door, and running to take cover behind the wall. The grenades go off, bursting the door back open, only for it to slowly close itself again. She stands again, brushing herself off, blushing a little, she had such horrid luck, at least she knew which one it was now. Opening the final door she rushes through it and down the stairs, then stands at the entrance of the new room, this was taking for ages. Yellow barrles scattered the room, the sickness already burning in her stomach, and with shaky hands she finds rad-x pills popping two in her mouth, gagging a little as they slid down her throat. "Hope someone brought there radaway, cause our little Vic is about to get roasted like a squirrel on a stick." Her eyes caught the red door on the other side of the room and she makes a mad dash for it tripping over her feet and stumbling, grabbing a new bobby pin and pushing it to the lock, the shaking of her body and hands making it more difficult, even with the rad-x in her, she was still taking on to many rads. At last she hears that satisfying click, pushing through it and shutting it securely behind her, then fishing a radaway from her bag and cleansing herself with in. "Someone thinks she's a real tough guy, eh? But the Gauntlet ain't through with 'em yet." She snaps her cheeks a little to perk herself up, and flinches as she sticks a stimpack into her arm before moving on, half walking, half sliding down the broken floor to a new door, the steel cold against her hands as she uses her weight to pull it open, greeted by what seems to be an old storage room, and a terminal sitting on a steel bench. Sighing as she switches it on, of course it was locked. She types in a few passwords until she gets the acceptance beep on the word lead. "They have such stupid passwords." She whispers to herself, shaking her head. She look through the setting of the turrets that were set up to it seeing that they were already deactivated, weird.. Making her way down the stairs she finds the turrets, and glares at a monkey at the far end of the room in the center, a light shining upon it. She raises her gun easily, shaking her head again, cleanly taking it's head off. "Aww, looks like someone is against us having fun." She lets out a small chuckle, either he was growing on her, or she was slowly losing her mind. "Well maybe if you didn't put it out in the open, with a spot light!" She says gesturing to it with her hands stretched out. "Put it around the corner or something where I can't see it, so it startles and confuses me for a second when the turrets put the target on me... why am I helping you." She rubs her eyes as he chuckles in return. "Looks like she starting to get attched old Red eye here." He laughs out. "Shut up." She snaps, finding a key and fitting it to the next door, pushing her way through, opening to a bit of a wider space before splitting off in two different directions. She grabs a bottle of wonderglue, and shoves it in her bag before opting to go right. She wasn't a fan of tight spaces, always felt like they were closing in on her, and left her vulnerable and easy to attack, which she anticipated for this section. She almost didn't hear the snap of a wire through the pounding her heart, a heavy door falling open. Her gun flew up, waiting for ghouls, or feral dogs, hell maybe a little deathclaw. Yet as she stood waiting, patting feet growing loader and closer, but she sow nothing, then she felt fresh blood splatter her knee as something bit at it. Scrabbling back she let's out a hoarse squeal, a little from pain and a little from shock, looking down as huge rats came barreling towards her. Eyes widening she takes a few blind shot, and looking back to find them dead, relising the breath she didn't notice she was holding. "Giant cockroaches, now giant rats, what's next terminates?" She whispers to herself, pushing the rat body's aside with her foot, walking the of the narrow path, eyes peeled for more trip wires then climbing the rickety steps and back down the other side. "Time for things to get dangerous! Survive what's next." Red eye announces proudly as she gun down yet another turret, now standing in a door way to a subway station, her eyes flicker around the area when she finds the danger, a mine, probably dozens in here. She cautiously make her way to it disarming it and shoving it in her bag, and carefully doing it to the next and the one after, once the seventh one is done she starts to walk away but stops as she hears the familiar crunch. She didn't see this one, it was out of pattern of the rest, they have all consistently been twenty pases apart, except for this one of course, rubbing her hands to her temples she readys herself to hull ass. As she removes her foot the haunting beeps chase after her, the explosion making her fly and tumble to the ground setting off a new one. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nooooo." She mumbles vaulting from her hands and knees to a break neck speed, stopping herself by crashing into a wired fence, bracing for the last explosion to go off, causing dust and debre to fire at her, pieces of wood that were lazyly placed as a bridge being fired out of place and into the water. "What? No! That's bullshit!" Looking up and around arms in the air, fore arms then resting on top of her head, there was a little pillar she could jump to but it looked unstable, like the rest of the dumb course. Looking down at the water and dirt below, big eggs sitting in tight circles around she made up her mind, backing up a bit for a bit of a running start. Jumping she lands at the edge, her heels hanging off, causing her to go on her tippy toes and shoot her arms out, before fully resting on it and making her way for the next door on rotting pieces of wood, making quick work of unlocking the door. "Wait, what, damnit that door was supposed to be blocked." He then leans away from the microphone yelling at the person who ways supposed to do that before leaving back in. "Anyways..." She can't help but laugh, maybe a bit to hard, from her finally getting luck from their stupidity. Opening the next door, three grenades falling to the ground, shutting the door gently she sighs at the irony of her last thought, as she thrown back on to her ass. She lays there for a few moments before calling out. "Am I almost done?" Red eyes cackling laughter breaks through the silence. "You wish, bitch." With another hefty sigh she stands going up the long ramp, and around the corner to see more grenades hanging from the ceiling, with a weight scale and trip wires set up amongst the pile. "Wasting my bobby pins on this shit." She whines fetching another one and making quick word of the traps and shoving her new grenades into her bag, strutting proudly to the next room, it looked like an old type of boiler room. She stumbles forwards as the door hits her in the ass, securely locking itself, lights powering down, and panic starts to set in as she starts to choke on nothing. "Someone thinks she's clever, time for a little reality check. Let's see if our Vic can kill the gas, before the gas kills her." She lets out a spattered cough and gasping for air, mind going fuzzy, making it difficult to think straight, but when she sees a valve she goes into over driving gripping it tight and turning to shut it off. "Heh. Gonna take a little more than killing that valve to stop the flow of this gas." She stops at the next valve, trying to take in what he said. 'So the valves aren't the answer.' Looking around the room with tear stained eyes looking for another way when her eyes find a bulky desk. A terminal. She wheezes, trying to suck in enough air to satisfy her screaming lungs, and ease her tossing stomach before walking on wobbly legs but is greeted by a locked door. "No. No. No." She wheezes out fumbling with the lock, but only manages to break five bobby pins with her now clumsy hands. 'This is not how I die!' She feels tears start to stream down we face, clogging her vision more before finally. Click. The door swings open, causing her to fall on her hands and knees, and struggling to stand again, the hisses of radroachs able to brake through the white noise in her ears. She screams in frustration using the last of her power to stomp on them, then fling herself at the terminal. It of course was locked, but she didn't have time to be patient, and typing in random passwords; locked out, fuck, deep breath in, and out. It beeps with an exception on her second attempt, quickly clicking through the options to the door controls, taking them a second to release and open, letting the gas dissipate, finally allowing her to breath again. She leans over dry heaving before some yellow bowel shoots up, splattering to the floor. "Aw, come on Vic, that's nasty." She sticks up her middle finger again, spitting a few times. "I hate you." She coughs out, whipping her mouth and eyes with the back of her hands, taking in steady breaths before clambering the stairs to yet another new door, pulling on it with all her might and entering a maintness garage, bounding up the last few steps. "That's right Vic, breath that fresh air in." He takes a mocking deep breath in. "While you can." Large destroyed tea cups rested peacefully on the ground, a thick layer of dust covering everything. A quick movement of red catches her attention, more laser turrets? She looks around to see nothing, but looks down as scorching pain shoots through her ankle, a large red ant camped onto her, as another jumps up the stairs, the sound of buzzing in the air as two black forms barrel towards her. She takes aim at the black mass, shaking off and stomping on the ones at her feet. As the last ant falls, she directs her attention to her bleeding left leg, the bite from the rat now dried but still throbbing. She limps her way to the next door moon light shining through the caged ceiling, making her feel calm in some weird way, staring up as she makes her way to the center of the tight room. "Goddamn, look who's in the homestretch! Time for a little audience participation!" Her moment of peace is smashed in an instant, as the sound of running foot steps on the metal cause her own to move, ignoring the pain in each step, new waves of bullets rain down past her head. No time to stop and shoot back or disable new traps just time to weave through rooms and narrowly miss a lead ending. As she's flying up a new flight of steps a bullet burns through her left leg, making her trip and shout, "Oh come on!" Rolling over to sit and look at the new wound, it stung like hell but wasn't to bad, as promptly shoving a stimpack to the leg. "Seriously! The same fucking leg? Out of everything you hit the same fucking leg!" Barking laughter comes from the women who shot her, running away. As she curses more making her way through the final door, entering a.. bumpers car arena? A man stands in weird looking set of power armor, and another with yellow spiked armor hooks him in. "Well I'll be damned! You know what that sound means." Comes Redeye again as she climbs the stairs as the men come back to view, keeping a wary eye on them slowly and clumsy making her way down the hall. "Get your ass down to Cola-cars, the main events about to begin." She stops at the locked door, still staring at the men when the one in the power armor pipes up. "You got me wired up yet, Gage?" He says in a think accent she can't quite other man - Gage, looks up catching her eye with his one, as the other is covered by a make-shift patch. "Yeah, boss." He says in a dry tone, the same voice from the car at the start. She grabs the yellow hand rails for support as their eyes bear into each others. "Finally. Now, go shut off that damn alarm." He orders, looking over his armor, Gage turns and sprints away. "All right, I'm on it." He responds, breaking eye contact. "Hhph. Now where..." The armored man looks up to see me staring down at him, cutting his sentence short. "Ah. There's my next victim now. Heh. Don't look like much." He scoffs, using his right hand to gesture at her body. She isn't to sure which part of her he's talking about; her height, weight, injuries, innocent looks, or maybe just everything. "Here's a quick run down of how this works. You go stock up, make yourself presentable, and then we're gonna give these folks a show." He let's out a vicious laugh. "A show where I decorate these walls with your lovely brains." My grip tightens on my gun, as I stare daggers into him. "I haven't died yet, what make you think you can do the job." He let's out another harsh laugh. "Because I don't die, love. Thanks to this suit, I'm the only one that wins this fight. Period." He promised, his voice becoming a mixture of lazy and cocky. "I'll hold you to that." He laughs again, glad she was so entertaining to them. "I wouldn't think less of ya, love. And if you think you're hot shit for getting this far? Think again." He turns his attention to Gage, who is somewhere in the control room, barking the order at him. "All right, Gage. Let 'em through." The door clicks open as he gives a menacing chuckle. "Something tells me I'm really gonna enjoy this." He turns his back to her, leaving her to messily climb down the stairs into a small locker room, random bullets and guns in the lockers and on benches and the floor, as Red eyes voices ring out again. "It's almost time! After a run like that, this ought to be the best slaughter yet!" "All right, listen the hell up if you want to make it out of this alive." Gages voice rings over Red eyes in an urgent and demanding tone. "I've only got a minute. Find the intercom on the wall. I'll make it quick." Her eyes land on it right away, hesitantly reaching for the button. "Who is this?" She asks, a little breathless, she knew it was Gage, but who is he. "I'm the guy that's going to get you out of this alive, so listen up." She lets out a defeated sigh, she needed his help, a raiders help, she pushes the button again. "All right, I'm listening." "Heh, my kinda gal." Was he really flirting with her right now? "Just get on with it." She sighs, blowing him off, making him clear his awkwardly. "Look: you made it this far, you obviously got skill. But this fight coming up is rigged. You get me? Overboss Colter..." The man who must have been in the suit, she thinks to herself, before Gage confirms it. "His Power Armor's set up to draw energy from the electric grid in the arena. Damn thing is invincible. You name it, someone's tried it - miniguns, grenades. Not a scratch. You get what I'm saying?" She knew all to well, dirty raider, dirty tricks, the usual. "I'd expect no less from a raider." He let's out a tiny, insulted laugh. "You must know us well. I stashed a weapon in the lockers. Get it." He barks at her, making her instantly go look around, but everything seemed pretty normal until her eyes land on a red space gun, 'Nuka-cola' pasted to the side of it, she squeezes the trigger and just like she thought a stream of water bursts out. She remembers all the cheesy commercials for them on the television pre-war, and secretly wanted one for herself, but it's not what she needed now, was he fucking with her. "Is this a... squirt gun?" She asks a little more than annoyed, he gives out a big sigh, explaining himself. "Yeah, yeah, I know what it looks like. You're just going to have to trust me." "I've always wanted one, loved those stupid commercials and..." She trails off, he shouldn't know about her or her life, didn't deserve to know the truth, all he needs to know is that she's trying. He chuckles again, but this time it seems more real. "Good for you. Anyways, once the water hits Colter's electrically-charged Power Armor, the circuits are gonna short out. It'll kill his defenses, but you'll only have so much time to do some damage before they recharge. You take him out, I promise you, it'll be worth every minute spent in this Gauntlet." She ponders the squirt gun thinking it through, listening to the generator, trying to come up with a short plan before giving a determined nod. "Consider it done." "That's what I like to hear. All right-" "Wait!" "What?" He asks sounding a little nervous. "I have a idea just give me a second longer." He mumbles something incoherent, then giving in. "Ok, but make it fast, I can't stall these psychopaths forever." She makes a quick dash for the wall where the generators sound are coming from, happy to find some one else had already broken through. Gently she removes the fusion core and stuffing it into her bag, causing the generator to blink off. "The power to the arena is down by 30%, was that you?" "Hey, I'm more that just a pretty face." She jokes, earning a genuine laugh. "All right, it's time. I'll open the door. See you on the other side." The door clicks open to another hallway to the final door, a clear view of Colter in his now powered armor, blue electricity blots curving around his body and a few sparks fly off here and there. "All right!" He shouts, arms shoot to the air, fist clutched tight as if he's already wow the fight. "Disciples! Are you ready for blood?" The crowd nearest to her starts to chant 'death' over and over again as he walks over to the middle of the crowd, the chant dying down a little as he starts to talk again. "And the Pack! Are you ready for things to get wild?" Wild cheering and insane bark and howls sound with banging on the metal fences, adding to the chanting. Colter moves again to the end of the crowd. "Operators! Are you ready to see me notch another kill?" There's a slow half-hearted applause, most of them looking bored and rolling their eyes. "And you..." He lifts his glowing finger to her making the cheers grow louder as all eyes set into her. "Are you ready to die?" "Bring it bitch!" I retort, causing the crowd to hoot and howler, causing a grunt of annoyance from Colter's throat. "Let's do this!" He declares, sounding almost excited as the door opens, leaving nothing but air between her and the large, killing-machine of a man, who was now barreling for her, gun up and at the ready. She dives out of the way behind some prop Nuka-Cola bottles. "This better work." She prays a bit, then takes aim setting off five shots with the squirt gun, each spray of water hitting it's target, then it actually happens, the suit short circuits, electrocuting Colter a little bit, causing them both to stop and stare at each other for a second. It worked it actually worked. "What's happening? What is this?" He spits out, rage cutting each word, pulling a grenade and tossing it to her hiding spot, making her run, shooting after her, all missing except one just grazing her shoulder enough to draw blood. She hugs to the next piece of cover she can find coming face to face with a man with an eye patch. Gage. Their eyes lock and moments seem to tick by as they study one another, seemingly locked in a trance. "What the hell? Was that a water gun?" Red eyes voice ring through making her fall out of the haze and laugh. "Red eye your back! Thought you left." "Can't get ride of me that easily!" He laughs, making her grin grabbing her hunting rifle from her back and loading it, the weight pulling her down a bit from her exhaustion. "A girl can dare to dream." She retorts, peaking around the corner to see that the blue bolts were already back, the crowd screaming and laughing. "Come on bitch!" Colter jeers running for her hiding spot, she steps out catching him off guard and shooting water again, he yelps in pain as it shocks him again. "Gage I swear, if your behind this!" Colter threatens, getting another grenade ready but she's faster pulling her own and rolling it under his feet. She hears him swear loudly then heavy clumping foot steps of retreat, she throws two more haphazardly, trying to give herself enough time to come up with a plan, she pushes the palm of her hands to her cheeks, pushing till it hurt. "Come on think, calm down and think." She whispers to herself knowing the blots would be snaking around him again in no time, giving him back his cockiness and control. "Weakness, weakness. Electricity and water, have that one down. Can't get his face, to heavily covered. Any other weak points are bolted not much chance for a bullet to pierce. Stupid fucking Power Armor." Her eyes widen as her thoughts click together. "Power Armor! Fusion core! Okay, need a discretion." She hears a familiar chuckle, muffled a little. She looks up to see Gage looking at her, amusement marrying his face, he had just watched her talk to herself, great. She fishes smoke bombs from her pack, blushing a little before peeking around the corner, short circuiting the armor, then setting the blue smoke off a few feet in front of him. "The fuck?" Colter howls, she gives Gage a cheeky smile before sneaking off behind Colter. Her distraction working perfectly as he scours the blue smoke for any signs of her. She takes her time to set the shot, when it's right on point she goes to take the shot but takes to long to pull the trigger, as some of the raiders scream at their Overboss. "Behind you! She's behind you." She pulls the trigger as he turns hitting him exactly where the core is on his back, the impact ripping a soft grunt from his throat, followed but a roar. "Ya sneaky bitch!" He yells running for her again, she try's to scramble to her feet to run but he's too fast getting there before she can take off, wrapping his huge metallic hand around her throat, lifting her from the ground. "Think your smart, do ya love?" He growls, proud of finally catching her. A harsh laugh rolls over her lips. "Well I'm not the dumb pansy-ass bitch who's getting their ass handed to them by a water gun." She spits, making his hand grow tighter and tighter around her neck as the crowd burst into unholy sounding laughter. He lifts her higher. "Well I'm not the one about to lose." He snarls. "That's where your wrong." She manages to sputter out, then resting her left foot on his shoulder and the right foot to the side of his head, giving a forceful push causing a sickening crack in his neck, making him yelp in pain dropping her hard to the ground and stumbling back. As soon as she hits the ground she flips into her back pushing herself through his legs and out the other side a full view of his exposed back. She sets off one, then two, then three shots, before finally the core erupts into a blinding red light, only Colter's screams of pain can be heard. As the light subsidies Colter stands there tethering before finally falling onto his back, the arena falling silent. She did it, she actually did it! She wanted to yell and celebrate, but instead her eyes are fixed at the dead man at her feet. She moves to her knees pulling off Colter's helmet, fingers going to a pulse point to find nothing. She lets out a dark laugh, running a hand through her hair, she actually fucking did it. "Holy shit!" Redeye shouts, causing the crowd to erupt yelling and cursing. "I don't... I don't even know what this means! Colter, man, he's out!" Boos and more cursing come from the crowd at his words. "Gage, what the hell just happened?" Gages raspy voice come through the speaker, as she stands dusting herself off and turning to look at him, only to see his eyes already baring into her, a look of pride in his. "You saw it. We all saw it!" She swears she sees the corner of his mouth perk up into a menacing grin as he easily says his next words. "Colter's dead. We've got ourselves a new Overboss."