<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong>Prologue</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>The Estate — Landing Pad. 1500 hours, local time.</em></span></span></div><hr/>Each of you watch as Prina shifts her weight, smirks, and shakes her head. "Alright, that's enough of that. We're here to do a job, not make dirty jokes." Her eyes narrow slightly as her gaze settles over Nyx. "Prayama, how kind of you to join us off the shuttle. I hope your<em>remedial training</em>has taught you your lesson." She tapps her fingers on her arm, then her gaze softens just a bit and the corner of her mouth perks up. "Trouble-making brat."<br/><br/>Prina chuckles to herself, then sets her clip board down on a nearby barrel. "Listen up, Valkyries," she says, lingering just for a second on the title. After such long and arduous training, finally being called anything but "recruit" was supposed to be an honor. "Our mysterious client here has contracted us with the safety and security of his home. Yes, the<em>entire company.</em>" She begins to pace before you, hands settled comfortably behind her back. "He hasn't told us what's got him so paranoid. Frankly, I don't care. We're getting a big ass check out of this, ladies, so keep anyone not authorized out of this estate, and we'll have easy money coming our way for a long time.<br/><br/>"There are only two rules in this manor," Prina declares, rounding on you and holding up two fingers. "Rule number one: Anybody not cleared by the client is to be shot on sight." She pauses and gives each of you a look. Then, her gaze locks onto Nyx once more as she continues. "Rule number two: Nobody, under any circumstances, is to enter the house below the third floor. Our client is a very private man, and he's insisted that anybody found in his personal quarters be immediately terminated." Prina sets her jaw. "And I don't mean<em>fired.</em>"