Wall Market was as bustling as ever despite the tragedy that took place not even a mile away. Teri inwardly grimaced at the sight of all the overly painted faces and the grotesque smells wafting from some nearby establishments. Or were they from the people? She couldn’t tell, nor did she even want to know. Despite the discomfort of being back here again, she kept her outward appearance stoic and neutral, something her mentor drilled into her since day 1: never let the enemy know what you are thinking. No facial expressions. A blank sheet, save for the confidence of a warrior and the intimidation of Bahamut. It was because of this, that despite her being a woman, none of these spineless streetside wolf-whistlers dared to make eye contact with her.<i>Good</i>...<br/><br/>She continued to peer around, searching for their target, while Hein radioed the others of their progress. Her hand twitched towards the handle of her katana, but then relaxed when all of them responded with no new information.<br/><br/>She continued her scanning, looking for even a small glimpse of silver, when she heard unit 3 radio back in with the target’s location and all of her actions halted. She stopped walking in her tracks and her hand grasped her weapon. She looked Hein right in the eye, a fire burning within hers. “I’ll take care of him...he’ll pay for what he did.” Her words held a threatening undertone as she spoke with a low voice, as if daring him to suggest she do otherwise. She was clearly abusing rank by demanding this, and she knew it. She knew that they should stick together to neutralize the target, but her emotions were clouded by her inner turmoil of the events that occurred over the past few years within SOLDIER. This was the last straw for her, and she was putting all her anger into one person, one specimen. She didn’t know why, but seeing his image in her mind, the one that had been shown in the previous debriefing, gave her a knotted feeling deep in her gut. There was a deep-seeded anger that that face seem to bring out in her. She tried convincing herself it was because of his resemblance to her mentor, but she couldn’t shake the feeling it was due to something else.<br/><br/>Either way, she was going to make sure that she was the one to finish this mission. She would be the one to take this inhuman down. She would end this once and for all, all these unsavory emotions, with a single powerful swing of her sword. With one last glare at her colleague, she bolted towards Sector 8.<br/><br/>—————————————————————-<br/><br/>Back at sector 8, the small motley crew made their way towards Duke’s safehouse and weapons cache. Shio led the way, calling back to her ragtag team, “We’re almost there,” speaking mostly to Lucien as he was the only one unfamiliar with the location. “Just around the next corner and...Rauly? You ok?”<br/><br/>She asked the tall red man who could be seen quite a ways away behind the group, just standing there, eyebrows furrowed, and looking slowly around the area. He looked back at Shio and tilted his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a small chuckle of embarrassment, but also some slight confusion. “Uhm...does anybody else get the weird feeling like we’re being watched?”