What's a girl to do when she finds herself in a hostile town with no friends? Leatrix takes "making her own friends" literally... The security guard rubbed his eyes wearily as he entered complex 109, his rubber-soled sneakers barely making a whisper on the steel grates beneath. This was the best job he could land since being dismissed from the Corporate Defense Forces. What business was it of theirs, what sort of stuff he had on his perscom? They got all high-and-mighty with him when their random audit found the pictures on his drive. Called him a perv, a pedophile… He’d lost it, knocked out a few teeth from the mouth of the self-righteous jerk who was judging him, and subsequently lost his job. This wasn’t so bad though. Mostly quiet. Every now and then a little action when the odd junkie or derelict drifted in here, looking for a place to spend the night. As he neared the opening to bay 5 he caught a whiff of something. It smelled like…Chinese food? He clicked off his light and crept closer, hand on his baton. Straining his ears he could make out the rustling of cardboard and then a giggle. The laughter of a young girl. He smiled to himself. Things were looking up! He checked to make sure his cuffs were on his belt, put his thumb on the switch of the flashlight and drew his baton. This was going to be great… He lunged around the corner, thumbing the switch on the light, catching the unsuspecting youth in the beam as he called out “Freeze!” The reaction he was met with was far from what he expected. The slight girl smirked at him as she rose to her feet, her meal forgotten on the grate below. His peripheral vision picked up motion from just outside the cone of his light as his ears registered the whine of servos and the creaking of the steel grate beneath an enormous weight. A monstrosity of metal entered the beam of light, telescopic lenses focusing on him as fists the size of battering rams clenched, their guards snapping into place, preparing to inflict maximum damage. The girl wrapped an arm around that of the hulk, her smirk widening. “Grimmy doesn’t like to share his kung pao, mister…” The flashlight won the race against his jaw to hit the floor. He turned and fled into the darkness, thoughts of his “evening plans” shattered by fear, the echoing of his footfalls mingling with the melodic laughter of the little girl.