Harley is suited up in her the go gear she's managed to buy and steal in the markets - red and black leather from head to toe, pants, bulletproof corset, cropped jacket, and big asskicking boots, hair tied up into sensible braids, one black and one red. She's also well-armed with a javelin and a baseball bat, with a little radio doohickey in her ear that's connected to the comms so she can communicate with the folks back at base.

But she's never been cut out for anything that's not action, it's just not her forté. So she's bored as fuck sitting in the bushes staring at trucks and boredly ticking off a tally beside various crudely-drawn logos from the trucks she's seen turning into the lab. Which totally looks like the stereotype of a secret lab, like, really? They couldn't come up with something a little less obvious? It might as well have signs pointing to it reading 'super secret serum-producing lab' with neon flashing lights.

But they're not here to storm the lab. They're here to truck-watch, like some fucked up super boring version of bird watching, and she draws another little tally-mark beside the skull-and-crossbones logo she doodled when a truck with the same one pulls into the lab.

"Oh my god, is it just me or is this totally booooooring?"

"Hello? Anyone out there? We should play tic-tac-toe or somethin' because all this truck watching is a shitshow."

She'd picked the main route because she wanted to deal some damage to these damn trucks, after having to watch them for about 14 days from the jungle, getting bitten by mosquitoes and who knows what else. Probably spiders. And snakes. Yuck.

Could be worse.

Because now? Now she gets to step out into the highway in front of an oncoming truck, one of the ones with that godawful skull-and-crossbones logo, and rest a rocket launcher on her shoulder. Grinning broadly, she takes aim at the front window of the truck and lets loose with a loud whoop of glee. The rocket arcs gracefully through the air before colliding with the window and breaking through, exploding right in the Sylphid driver's stupid face.

"Whoooo! Didja see that?! Right in the kisser!" she says, looking back at her comrades in the jungle, "C'mon, get in on this."

Dropping the rocket launcher, she pulls a javelin out of nowhere and charges for the truck, laughing wildly.

It turns out that the back of the truck she'd taken out with the rocket launcher is totally full of people.

'Test subjects', she'd heard someone on the comms say.

That gets her, just a little. Sure, she'd run tests on people before, treated patients and all, but it wasn't for like...mad science or nothing. And she'd seen what mad science does to people in Jotunheim, how it created that giant starfish and all the messed up starfish-face people getting mind-controlled and all that. Bad news. And that was even without all the kid-killing nonsense that Luna had been talking about.

So it gets her a little when she opens the back doors of the truck to start hauling out goods and instead gets a faceful of a bunch of sad-looking folks in the back of the truck. There's even kids there. Kids!

"Why those nasty kid-experimentin' sons of bitches." she says, just under her breath, then steps forward and gestures to the people inside the truck, trying to encourage them out, "C'mon. I ain't gonna hurt ya."

Glancing to her side, she spots another person, hopefully one that's a little more...approachable...and gestures them over, "Come over here. Maybe they'll listen to you. Think they're scared'a me."

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