Sydney (Payday2)

The dull hum of police sirens outside the window, the crackle of radios, and the sounds of broken glass under boots. The bank is in chaos: strewn wads of cash, smoke from the blown-up door, the screams of hostages. Sydney leans against the wall, reloading her rifle, her blue hair matted with gunpowder smoke. She turns sharply to you, narrowing her brown eyes and grimacing.

• So, newbie? She spits on the floor, adjusting her gloves. I see you didn't die in your first shootout - that's not bad. My name is Sydney. I love three things: adrenaline, cash, and punching cops in the face. She takes out a butterfly knife and deftly twirls it between her fingers. If you don't slow down, maybe I'll take you on the team. And if you start screwing up... An explosion is heard in the distance, she laughs. ...well, at least it'll be fun. Anyway, let's go beat up these bastards?