Kimmi walked through the dark streets. Her face was concealed behind the hood of her camouflage cloak, set to a default camo style long ago fallen out of vogue. She might be easily confused for any mercenary long discharged from military service, though she was no ordinary mercenary. The duffel bag slung over her shoulder contained her sniper rifle, the tool of her trade. She was not famous by any stretch of the term. No wanted posters bore her face. Her name was not spoken in the streets. If her skill with the gun was needed, wether to shoot down a hated enemy, or to watch over her charge like a guardian angel, she was easily enough found.<br/><br/>Work had been slow recently, and she had to look for a job herself, if only to keep from getting bored. If she let herself stay idle too long... she didn't et herself think about that. Focus, Kimmi. Mind on the task.<br/><br/>She entered the alley opposing The Hive Cluster, the lights on the roof of the world-ship failing to illuminate her. She watched the bar, its patrons, its windows. She would watch the exterior for a while, casing the building for her own safety. She had walked into traps more than once before. It was only reasonable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>