<b>Spook<br/>
</b><br/>She got the man in the tiger getup's attention with that question. He turned, still walking away as he gave her a glance. He stopped his walk, looking her up and down. He gave a brief look around the area, casually observing the other people going about their business.<br/><br/>"You look fresh out." He told her, following with a question. "Looking for work?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Darion<br/>
</b><br/>The german girl's eye twinged beneath the strands of hair clinging to her blood spattered face.<br/><br/>"Nothing about killing is clean. We're all dirty down here. You me, everyone. Every one of us has blood on our hands. So what?" Her words rolled from her supple lips, fast. Her eyes darted around the alley, briefly, always returning to Darion as she looked for a way out.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie</b><br/><br/>Mr. SMG stared at her coldly from behind those dark glasses of his, hands set on the edge on her chair. She could see the damn tiny scars on his face he was so close. Intimidation, they called it. It wasn't the sort of move you pulled if you didn't think you had all the cards in your deck. He didn't budge as she stood her ground. It wasn't until she cracked open the case that his eyes parted form hers.<br/><br/>The expression on his face took a turn. He backed off a half step, pulled the glasses off his face. She could see the scarring around his right eye socket, the cybernetic orb now in its place. His left eye was real, a sort of pleasant blue-green.<br/><br/>"Holy shit..." He muttered. She saw his eyes fix on the small logo inscribed on its shoulder. Nobunaga Securites. He looked at her, bereft of the hair trigger anger. "Are they all like this?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>