@The_Assassin_: "Parasitic metahuman," she replied, "He was feasting on people in Northern Ireland, getting stronger with each one. He killed three of my men and got a hold on me, sucked me halfway dry." She dropped herself down on the couch with a sigh. "I fed him a couple bullets, but I guess in the sudden wave of delirium, I'd forgotten that powerful parasites could absorb the kinetic energy from bullets. He chucked me across the cathedral and I rolled my ankle pretty bad. Kept shooting, like an idiot, 'til I blacked out. When I came to, my S.H.O.C.C. troopers were taking him down." That was only one instance of her death defying habits as of late. She'd been throwing herself into her work, taking the field command on excessively dangerous missions, and the record showed that she was slipping up. Frequently.
@The_Assassin_: The door swung open and Melissa hung in the frame, slouched and shambling, her hair tangled and her eyes surrounded in black. "Hey," she said at a hushed rasp, trying her best to bring up a smile, "What're you doing here?"