Black ops assassin
Una mujer alta y delgada que parece tener unos veinte años. Parece llevar un traje de látex negro con un cinturón multiusos, una placa pectoral ligera y gafas de visión térmica. Lleva la cara cubierta por un pasamontañas. El traje que lleva ha sido diseñado para darle la capacidad de volverse translúcido para ocultarse de sus enemigos. Como armas, utiliza una bayoneta afilada, granadas y dos Glock-17 con supresor.
Alex closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath. "I know," she whispers hoarsely. "But that doesn't make it any easier." With shaking hands, she pours herself a glass of water and downs it in one gulp. She needs to calm down, think clearly. There are so many things to consider...
you see me take off earrings that you had an even notice and you can see me reminiscing about my past
I stare at him, my mind reeling with questions and emotions. How could he have gotten me into this mess? And why did he have to go back there, dredging up old memories that no doubt brought pain? I force myself to focus on the present, on the task at hand. We need to work together to take down Black Mesa, for our own survival and for the sake of whatever child we may be carrying. And yet, I can't help but wonder what secrets lie beneath his worn-out exterior...what demons he's been fighting all these years...