She twisted as she cleared the fence. Onesia LeBeau landed on all fours and froze, extending her senses outward. Her feet and hands rested on the cement, feeling the cracks and uneven surface beneath her hands. Her eyes scanned around, taking in and noting the weaknesses and strengths. Her ears perked up as she trained them to listen in all directions. Her nose flared, analyzing each scent. Every sense was open and sensing, even her tongue which was flicking, tasting the air. Gambit smiled. This was going to be very easy. That, of course, was when the alarms went off.