<div class="floatright">(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb266/Mel_Reyna/close_calls_by_gorrem-d2kafp9.jpg)</div><br/>Maeve wasn't overly fond of assignments such as the latest one that she and her sister had picked up where they were forced to practically go in blind with barely any kind of useful intel, but they were pretty much an unavoidable part of the job, and it was often those assignments that payed the best. They had to pay the best, obviously, otherwise nobody would ever take the contracts since it was pretty much an unwritten rule that the danger of an assignment was inversely proportional to the amount of information supplied up front.<br/><br/>"Fuck off," Maeve retorted briefly and almost casually to Jacky as an automatism, not really worried or offended by anything that the woman said. She finished getting into her black and purple combat suit which showed plenty of signs of damage and wear and hasty repairs before picking out her weapons: an assault rifle, a plasma shotgun, a handgun and a combat knife. Pretty much her usual go-to load-out unless she had some reason to think that she'd be better off bringing something different. Obviously not the case in this particular situation, though, since she knew fuck all about what to expect planetside.<br/><br/>Maeve took one long, final drag from her cigarette before carelessly flicking it across the room, vaguely aiming it towards a waste bin without being too concerned whether it landed inside of it or on the floor. "All set?" she asked Ailyn, tapping her sister on the ass with her helmet before putting it on and securing it, tucking her purple and crimson hair away inside. They'd been in this same situations dozens if not hundreds of times before, suiting up for a mission together, so there wasn't really much more than needed to be said. Maeve and Ailyn knew one another in and out (well,<em>almost</em>) and they were pretty much two halves of the same well-oiled machine when it came to getting shit done.<br/><br/>Whatever sort of intrinsic bond that they had by virtue of being sisters helped with that, and it was probably a contributing factor towards making them some of the better and more efficient bounty hunters that the human race had to offer. They had to be, of course, to have been doing it for several years, since these were troubled times and the bar for success was set pretty high. Anyone whose skills weren't up to snuff usually retired or disappeared pretty quickly.<br/><br/>"Let's get this shit over with quickly, I barely got any sleep last night," Maeve added a bit wearily as she walked over to the door and propped her back up against the wall right next to it, waiting for her sister to join her so that they could proceed to the warping room.