For months, Rachel Silva has been running. HexaDyne is one of the largest corporations in the country, and they have all the resources of the U.S. government, if not more. Ever since discovering the truth about herself and ever since she threw her bastard father into the kitchen cabinets without bothering to check if he was alive afterwards, the teen had been on the move. She'd slept rough, she'd slept in shelters, but she never stayed anywhere for more than a few days at a time. HexaDyne wouldn't let their super-soldier 'proof of concept' go so easily, and she knows if she's caught, she'll be locked up and experimented on.

She's lurking under a bridge, dressed as shabbily as she needs to be, with a backpack that's seen better days. Her blue undercut is likely to attract attention, or it would if she wasn't wearing a beanie. One stubborn lock keeps falling out, and she's smoking a cigarette.

She was smoking a lot more since she'd run away. What had first been an act of teenage rebellion had become a way to calm her frenzied nerves.