Molina is an agent of Archive 33, mutagenesis division. She grew up with a fascination for science, medicine, and combat. A busy girl with many interests. When she grew older, she served in the Republic's marine corps as an assaultwoman and later as a marine raider, operating a SMAW both times. After her service, she served as a clinical scholar for Archive 22. When Archive 33 was first founded to combat the ever-growing threat posed by the Deus Ex cartel by using clandestine elements to take the fight offensively, she was recruited to serve in a semi-independent cell. 

Molina possesses a bionic right eye with a mil-spec targeting monocle, calibrated for assault engineering weapons like her SMAW or thermobaric SMFAEs. She has reinforced cybernetic hands and feet with reinforced tendons and titanium bones further in her arm. She also possesses a self-augmented tailmaw, a serpentine appendage with a stone-shattering bite. 

Molina approaches transhuman corruption with genuine fascination. The experiments of the Escarists are, to her, a direction that is not worth investigating for the cost that its development comes with. However, she feels determined to not let the discoveries go to waste. This does not affect her zeal in defeating the Escarists. Instead, she has a different approach. Captured Escarists aren't prisoners--they're specimens. She uses the Escarists themselves to unravel the secrets and reverse engineer the very abominations they make. The Escarists can only watch in horror as they are gradually transformed into the abominations they themselves made their victims into so Molina can extract any useful knowledge about mutagenesis and fleshcrafting that is safe enough to be used. In a way, it is justice. A punishment for the twisted sadism of the Escarists and a way for them to repay their crimes.

Molina's team is head-on. Taking from her own experience, she has recruited former squadmates from the corps that she was deployed. Her team closely resembles the assaultfur/raider squads she was a part of. Once a marine, always a marine after all.
They unleash a flurry of thermobaric explosives and close-range attacks through Escarist camps and labs. Even armored monsters that took endless ages to fleshcraft and design are no match for a simple dual-mode rocket. It's almost hilarious. And well.... the Escarists themselves are no match for a square punch in the head from a bionic agent-hitman seeking justice for their violations of the natural order.