<b>RE: Tears of Scarlet, Chapter 1: The End</b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">Touma felt like a child on Christmas day all over again.<br/>
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With her new toy in hand, time flew by without her even noticing. Though her shots were very bad when she first started, her aim improved, her focus improved, she learned how to reload the weapon properly, and emptied an entire box of ammo in what felt like the blink of an eye. But it was almost time to go back upstairs and see the man who roped her into all of this in the first place.<br/>
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"Damn. . .talk about a buzz kill," she moaned, packing the S4M back into it's case. There were still a few minutes left before she just had to go and see him. For a moment, the young woman pondered her options. There was always the option of playing hooky, but Mr. Sir didn't seem to be the kind of person who'd tolerate that. Going in and opening with a joke didn't exactly seem to be the right thing to do either. "That would probably get me shot," she mused, stepping away from the counter top.<br/>
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"Might as well just get this out of the way then. Briefing. . .mission. . .wait," and that was when she remembered. This was practice. Training. For a mission. He wanted her to do something. Whatever it was, she'd be payed for it. More if she returned with a bullet. Then that meant. . .he couldn't have wanted her to kill someone. Right? That was ridiculous. JoJo might have been incredibly secretive, suspicious, and outright nut jobs when it came to sticking to the rules but. . .they didn't just kill people with no reason. Right? And just what the hell was Godiver anyway?<br/>
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"Yeah, going up to see that asshole might actually be a good idea." Her pace quickened. Upon stepping out of the firing range, she stopped at the desk where the big man who helped her before was. She set the glasses and the ear muffs down on the counter. Though it would have been polite to at least say something to whoever it was on the other side of the counter, Touma was so wrapped up in her thoughts that uttering a word hadn't yet crossed her mind. And she had yet to have taken her hand off of the ear muffs.</span>