She loaded the shotgun quietly, just in case the Ferbans were around the corner listening. After putting the gun in its holster on herleg, she stayed crouched, listening carefully. "Look's like we're clear", she mumbled to her white cat, "Fluffy". The adorable kitty meowed in response. "I agree", Echo replied, taking her shotgun out of its holster, holding the fore-end in her left hand, and her right index finger hooked in the trigger area. "Ready?", she asked. A growl from Fluffy sounded as if she was saying "I'm always ready." Echo smiled, running from the wall she had her back on, into an alley where two Ferbans were waiting for her. "Oh shi-", she barely made out, as a lazer burned into the blacktop right beside her. "Not today, freaks", she muttered, before pumping the fore-end and shooting one of the giant war robots in the helmet. Creaking metal groaned, and the robot stumbled back. Fluffy pounced on the wall, and bounded on the side of it, jumping again to land on the wounded hunk-o-junk. A wide smile broke out on Echo's face as she shot the core of the other robot, which stumbled foward dangerously, and landed right next to her in a heap of smoke and gravel. "Fluffy, c'mon", Echo called, walking away. Fluffy jumped off of the Ferban, which now had several wires torn out of its head, and powered off. "Good girl", Echo cooed, as the white furball followed her out to the streets.