She picked up, listened to what the person on the other end said, then grunted to show she understood. Her brutal training had never taught her to talk, only to kill. She packed her "endless" backpack with ammo, enchanted and normal, a few grenades, flashbangs. On her body she sheathed her sword next to her sniper, holstered her twin Deagles, strung her ammo belts over her shoulders be hooked her shotguns to her legs. She stood up, tied her long, flowing, blonde hair in a ponytail, then put in her black mast, scared with knife strikes, bullets and dyed slightly scarlet with blood. She had a hunt tonight and with the money being offered, she couldn't afford to fuck it up. She dives out of her window and ran up her fire escape, when she reached the roof top, she jumped from rooftop to rooftop, until she reached the town centre where she stayed, hunched over, waiting.