((If you are looking to join the Kojima Corps GRP than please follow this link to the recruitment thread, acquaint yourself with the concept and PM me your character concept.<a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17325&amp;action=lastpost">Recruitment</a>))<br/><br/>((To those who have already joined, your character information, and that of the rest of the participants, will be posted in the OOC thread. Please refrain from OOC talk while within the RP thread as an OOC thread is in existence.<a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17727&amp;action=lastpost">OOC</a>))<br/><br/>The full moon hung low in the sky that night. It was clear to any who looked upon it that it was a bad omen. Long silver hair descended down a red leather clad back. The crimson coat clung tightly to the frame of a well endowed woman and fell below the knees. A black gloved hand rested on the holster of a Colt M1911 pistol. Her other hand moved to direct a group of men in black suits to move some cargo onto the black van that stood behind her. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. A small smirk was placed firmly on her lips.<br/><br/>Nora Valentine, or "Boss" as she was called by her subordinates, was the commander of a small but effective band of mercenaries known as Kojima Corps. She was fairly relaxed when the team wasn't under immediate threat or in the middle of a mission, but she was strict when under pressure. Her reasons for starting the mercenary band, or even where she'd received her training was unknown.<br/><br/>A hovering object covered by a large cloth, likely being lifted by gravity cushions, a new technology developed by "The Next", was moved from the back of a white van, and into the trailer of the truck Nora had brought with her. "I trust there were no problems?" She asked one of the men as the object was moved onto the truck.<br/><br/>"We had to kill a few men to get it, but other than that, it was smooth sailing." The man said with a laugh. "So... About our money?" He asked in a serious tone.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I've got it right..." Her words were interrupted by the bright flash of a spot light.<br/><br/>"Stay where you are! This area is under the jurisdiction of The Next!" A voice was proclaimed from the hover vehicle that was descending onto the scene. "You're all under arrest for curfew violation and the transporting of illegal goods!"<br/><br/>Nora gave a heavy sigh before quickly pulling her 1911 from it's holster and taking two quick shots at the men who had brought her the object. She leaped from where she was standing into the trailer the object was placed in, dodging machine gun fire from the vehicle. "This is no time for a fight... Yasado! Get us out of here!" She shouted. Knowing that the man should be prepared to get them out of the open and back to the trailer.