In the warehouse, the woman tapes up her hands tightly.  She gathers her survival kit in an old school backpack she found.  With the pack ready, she tosses on a gray shirt over the inappropriately revealing top she was wearing before.  Not that she minded having eyes on her, but the large tribal tattoo on her back would raise suspicions in this city.<br/><br/>Chances are good that Feign has fallen in with the resistance during his scouting of the castle.  It's even possible he was coerced into giving the report he sent.  Or worse, he might not think he's coming back alive, so he sent his report prematurely.<br/><br/>Grabbing her crossbow and backpack, she exits the room.  They are Feign and Riposte, tenth among the elite first-strike team of the Bikkojin clan.  Even if her partner is dead, she will find him and bring hell to whoever dared to kill him.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>...  Suddenly, she rushes back into the room to grab her quiver of crossbow bolts, blushing from the embarrassment of almost forgetting them as she runs back out.