The club was warmly lit by dimmed lantern light, drawing attention to the star attraction of the stage where the band would no doubt be filling shortly.  After all, why have their instruments filling the stage if not; a pristine piano, a drum set, and a man tuning a violin just at the foot of the wood patio.  Round tables are spread out in an arc in front of the stage, the rich scent of expensive food drifting in over the cleaning solution that leaves the room and floor so bright one can almost see their reflection in the beautiful oak paneling.<br/><br/>‘Nayomi’ may not know everything about her mark for the evening, but she certainly knows how to pick her out of the crowd.  The portfolio given to her for the briefing was thorough, and of course, included pictures of her from multiple angles.  Even in the dim, intimate dining room, she could pick out her mark sitting alone near the foot of the stage.<br/><br/>In a tailored smoking jacket and ruffled white blouse tucked away into a pair of trousers, her clothes could be called traditionally masculine but that could not be said for the body that the suit was tailored for.  Where Nayomi was sleek, she was rugged, with powerful shoulders and wide hips that gave the impression of seductive strength.  With her blonde hair shaved on the side and left long and thick on top, threaded through with chains of gold and ribbons of silk, she looked as calm and collected in the smoky room as she did on the war torn battlefields.<br/><br/>Emmalina, though the agent knew she preferred Emma, leaned forward to cut off the end of the expensive cigar and light it, the flame illuminating a face with soft lines and minimal makeup, round blue eyes closing briefly and then sliding back to half-mast as she exhales the aromatic smoke from between pursed lips. Though, on the outside, the woman cut the image of a bad-girl mercenary who may not have a cock between her legs she certainly compensated with the size of her rifle, she was much like her 'escort' in a couple of ways.  She was not what she appeared.  An agent of alliance intelligence, the Emmalina cover was as indepth as Nayomi's own, a rich tapestry of lies and half-truths.<br/><br/>In many ways, it would be for both of them, a game of wits.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>