She came up here when she needed to think, or get away from it or whatever she needed to do. Tonight she had to get away from all insanity that was happening down in Terminal City. Terminal City. It was a safe place, a haven for those like her and those unlike her all the same. She was a leader, a martyr to some and immortal to others. She was a sister, a lover and a friend but she was also a solider, a fighter, a killer and to some, public enemy number one. Here she sat, a women like all other women had it not been the fact that she had cat DNA, was a psycho hyped up killing machine and her preferred perch was that on the tallest building of Seattle, the one and only Space Needle. Her name: Max Guevara, X5-452.