[Havoc wasn't a long-term, front-line fighter. She was an undercover agent, someone sent in to assassinate and leave, no matter the collateral damage required to do so while making it look like an accident or normal terrorist attack. Nothing to do with Contractors, or the strange powers summoned by the Gates.
She doesn't try to be anything else. As invested as she was in proving her worth to the so-called Regent that seemed to want to function as her new "handler", she wasn't interested even slightly in the risk of death for something like glory or morals. After each attack, she takes the effort to shift her position... and in the process...
Havoc sees something that she assumes isn't meant to be seen. That man Silco... his touch had left one of their number... stronger, somehow. It seemed purely physical from her vantage point, like some caricature of steroid rage, but...
When she moves locations after using her powers, betraying her position with the radiated glow of an active Contract... she chooses to follow the direction that man had traveled. If she saw more of him... perhaps it would prove valuable. If not... Oh, well.]
FOR SILCO ⚠ OH, SHIMMERMAN, WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO
She doesn't try to be anything else. As invested as she was in proving her worth to the so-called Regent that seemed to want to function as her new "handler", she wasn't interested even slightly in the risk of death for something like glory or morals. After each attack, she takes the effort to shift her position... and in the process...
Havoc sees something that she assumes isn't meant to be seen. That man Silco... his touch had left one of their number... stronger, somehow. It seemed purely physical from her vantage point, like some caricature of steroid rage, but...
When she moves locations after using her powers, betraying her position with the radiated glow of an active Contract... she chooses to follow the direction that man had traveled. If she saw more of him... perhaps it would prove valuable. If not... Oh, well.]