<div align="center"><strong>Maria Venezuela - In her temporary apartment in the U.K</strong> (http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/dark/dark2.jpg)</div><br/>Maria came to the U.K in hopes of getting a legal citizenship after fleeing from her home country Spain after she decided that being a super soldier wasn't all that fun or wasn't very safe. She had a feeling that it'll be a long time before she saw the citizenship, but she didn't mind. The very least she could get from this country was a stable pay and no worries of being attacked by soldiers, bounty hunters or anyone of the likes whenever she went out shopping or just took a little stroll.<br/><br/>Really, some people could just be rude.<br/><br/>The message she had received in her untraceable cellphone earlier in the day promised her the first thing she needed: money. While she had a feeling that it would involved being attacked, she guessed she could brush that down side off. It was better than people walking up to her in the middle of the streets, asking if 'how much' she paid or if she was willing to star in a porno movie. It had to be.<br/><br/>She was now in Canary Warf, on the foot of the tower because she was told to stay there until further instructions. The Spanish-American woman wore a simple black button up sweater and jeans, with her hair pulled back by her signature headband. She didn't look like she could snap someone's neck in half of take a bullet in the gut and just get a bruise, but that was the whole point of her being chosen as a soldier. Looks could be deceiving.<br/><br/>"Hmm... I wonder where they are," she said in a sing-song as she moved back and forth on the balls of her booted feet. "Where are they? Where are they?"