The corner of Maria's soft plum coated lips twitched a bit at Tammy's question. Annoying little brat, wasn't she? Just go to the bunker you little-...

"I saw you hiding over here and couldn't help but rescue you," he replied smoothly, far different then what he was actually thinking. He was a good actor, remaining his same graceful, feminine tone the entire time and hardly even skipping a beat. He didn't have to adjust his voice much at all because he always had a soft voice, and having grown up with the same female accent almost all his life made it as natural as breathing. In fact he would have to put more effort in to go back to a convincing sounding male voice.

He took a couple steps closer to Tammy just in case she decided to run, the sound of his clacking heels echoing softly through the alleyway. His feet quivered ever so slightly with each step. He had a decent amount of practice with heels but perhaps wasn't at 100% yet. Sure, even if he had them mastered it was still a poor choice to have them on during a battle, but that was out of his control. What he had on now was all he had on him before getting his assignment, and by that time with such sort notice he was off on the helicopter to fly over to Dubai without getting time to head back to his apartment. They had his sniper for him but hadn't thought to bring a change of shoes, which understandably would be far from their mind. In fact, Maria himself had momentarily forgotten that he was even wearing them until they landed and one of his contacts on the ground said, "Nice nail polish, sparkle toes." Hopefully this lapse in judgment wouldn't cost him in the end, but he was still confident that he could run down this kid in such a situation. If all else failed then a couple shots to the kneecap would help him catch up easily enough. He wasn't going to miss at this distance, not with all of his advanced training.

Tammy probably had noticed his feet by now anyways, so he might as well bring up this weakness as a joke to try and lighten the mood, perhaps turning this downside into a plus. An evil assassin wouldn't have made this mistake, right? He was just your average girl, right? At least that's what he'd try to get across. "Silly me. I know girls love their shoes and all, but I probably could have invested in a pair of combat boots instead, huh?" He took a few steps closer, running his left hand through his blonde hair. "Know any good shoe stores around here?" He gave a playful wink at the end. Come on, Tammy, he was putting a lot into this performance. She better buy it!

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Sienna took a step back as Artemis approached her. She was about to issue another warning to stay back, but the woman simply lowered her barrel down calmly rather then anything what would seem like an attack. She didn't have a trigger finger when it came to people she didn't know if friend or foe, so she refrained from attacking despite this move the woman pulled possibly very dangerous for her if it was a sneak attack. Perhaps Sienna was just too soft for her own good and that could bite her in the end. Well, better then gun down random strangers and have a whole lot of paperwork to fill out later on, even if it probably would count as self defense.

"Israeli?" Sienna questioned, looking the two women over carefully. Well, they couldn't be too dangerous right now because they were surrounded by armed soldiers. They'd be dead before they had the chance to pull anything. With the attitude these two women had, they didn't seem to be on a suicide mission. "Ah, I see. Pardon my mistake," she said, dropping her weapon completely at ease. She now had enough faith in them and her comrades to do so. "So I take it you two are here to help in the battle?"

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The Dubai governor was a woman from Saudi Arabia, as most in power were through ought the Arabian Empire. Few from their original countries had managed to remain in any sort of position of power that wasn't a puppet government, although some who had not put up any resistance or perhaps even joined her army willingly did have a better chance in this matter. The United Arab Emirates was not one of them, and their government was one of the first to be crushed, being a neighbor. This woman...was not liked around these parts, to say the least. She had a rich, entitled aura about her, a large lock of black hair dangling in front of her slim face that was pampered with makeup and perfumes. She wore two large golden hoop earrings and many medals on her green and black military uniform. She didn't gain her position of governor through diplomatic elections, as it was painfully obvious. Dozens of heavily armed women surrounded her as she sat at her desk, viewing a monitor of the situation while chatting nonchalantly in Arabic on the phone. She was safe inside a bunker deep below one of the skyscrapers, which was filled with her most elite troops. Not that she expected they'd even get that far into the city. There was the sound of a distance explosion and a slight rumble, but none of them even bothered to react to this.

"Yes, yes, the invaders will soon be repelled from our lands. I will not fail you, milady," she said, hanging up the phone.