Rozilyn laid in wait as the overlord spoke, standing behind two big men that could keep her out of sight easily. Headquarters had put her on this mission, and it scared the living crap out of her. She had never seen Conan so close, but even in this crowd of onlookers, she was shivering in fear.<br/><br/>The men in front of her started to mutter to eachother, especially when Conan mentioned the extra amount of work that was going to be needed. She turned her hearing down, pressing at her neck, not wishing to hear their conversation. She scanned the crowd slowly, trying to spot anyone suspicious. So far, so good.<br/><br/>The plan was to release a plume of smoke, on the stage that Conan perched on. in the mass confusion, her Unit would leap from the shadows and take the overlord hostage, demandinding a stand-down from his soldiers if they wanted their precious overlord alive. To her, it was a foolish plan. To her Boss, it was flawless.<br/><br/>With her finger over the detonator, she muttered. "I guess we'll just have to see..."