<div class="floatright">(http://i582.photobucket.com/albums/ss261/Sethala/Tyalia_zpse69899cb.png)</div>Name: Tyalia<br/>Location: Gorge Ophani's office<br/>Time: Late evening<br/>Tagged: George, Belle, Renzo<br/><hr/>Tyalia, meanwhile, was standing around looking bored.  She was wearing her usual attire: a black and gold top that barely qualified as a bra, showing off her slim but athletic body, as well as generous cleavage.  Matching elbow-length gloves and some very short shorts completed her outfit.  Her clothing looked impractical for any kind of fighting, but there was no need for anything more.  OphaniCorp had "hired" her as an off-the-books mercenary, and went to great lengths to ensure she would be capable of the job, using their own technology to toughen her skin as if it were armor, as well as enhancing her reflexes and implanting tiny yet razor-sharp blades inside her claws, letting her shred steel and flesh with equal ease.<br/><br/><em>Hostages?  So much for an easy mission... bah, this isn't what I'm here for...</em>she thought to herself as George outlined their mission, fuming.  She wasn't always the most sane of the group, often working alone and left to her own devices.  Which, more often than not, meant a lot of corpses for someone to clean up.<br/><br/><em>Hey, don't worry, Ty.  I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunity for your own skills</em>came a small voice.  She smiled, thinking of her AI companion, Molly.  The last gift that OphaniCorp had given her was a small CPU core as a companion and watchdog, able to both protect Tyalia and help her employers keep an eye on her.  Not that she minded terribly much; Molly had been very up-front about it, and so far she'd been able to act with a great deal of autonomy; easier to keep their noses clean if they didn't try to dictate her actions, she supposed.<br/><br/>Standing up, Tyalia walked up to George's desk, more to stretch her legs than anything else.  "I'm guessing just charging in through the front door won't be the best idea, if there's hostages involved," she said, crossing her arms.  "Are there any other ways we can sneak into the building, ways that the group might not be aware of?"  While she much preferred to get her own claws dirty in these situations, she was also good at sneaking around without being seen when it was necessary.  She looked over at her two companions, wondering just how well they'd be able to sneak around; she had met them before and had been on one or two other missions with them, but she still didn't know them terribly well.