Isana had just got out of the last class for the day, when she heard someone calling down the hallway. In a strangely familiar way. She turned to face the source and her face drained of emotion, "Oh, it's just you. I thought it was someone else." She sighed internally, but forced herself to act in accordance of the school's code of conduct, "Oh, my name is Tachibana Isana. You're a really... uh...<span style="font-style: italic">famous</span>student you know?"<br/><br/>A cluster of girls walked past and giggled at Isana.<span style="font-style: italic">This is sending the wrong signals to the wrong sources...</span>"So do you have anything else to ask, 'cause I really got to run. Now." She hefted the slingbag and rolled her shoulders.<span style="font-style: italic">Hurry up. Hurry up...</span><br/><br/>******<br/><br/>The slingbag bounced as Isana bounded off the bus, breaking into a jog towards Seventh Mist.<span style="font-style: italic">Another psycho? Really??</span>She already had a nasty meeting with #1 a few days ago and now this? How bad is my luck?<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>The fume mask clattered to the ground and the girl codenamed M3 scooped it up, wiping the visor clean of spit and blood. A ragged hole indicated that the bullet found it's mark. Speaking to her headset, she said, "Call Bookstore."<br/><br/>"Bookstore speaking. What is it?"<br/><br/>"M3 here. The Mask has been eliminated."<br/><br/>"I take it that the Books have been delivered?"<br/><br/>"No. I had to chase her down when she realized that the Books were delivered and tried to avoid them. Messy."<br/><br/>"Messy indeed, but the job is done. Good work M3."<br/><br/>"M3 out."