Kate stood across the street from PPCA in the shadows of the alley, lips wrapped around a cigar,shoulder against the dirty brick. The rank smoke of the cigar wreathed her head in a thick halo, her raven mane tied tight in a ponytail, allowing her hardened yet exotic features to be viewed easily. Dark eyes narrowed and watched the arrival of other people, all of them jabbering away like they were old friends, showing off armor, weapons. A derisive snort would follow the removal of the stogie from her mouth, lifting a boot (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/419R-PdgDyL._SY395_.jpg) to put out the cigar on the heel. Pulling open her well worn leather duster (http://leatherforallweather.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/all-state-leather-144.jpg), she would put the remaining bit into one of the many inside pockets. Were any to see her, they would perhaps get a glimpse of the twin Browning's in her custom made shoulder holster.<br/><br/>She too had come across the advertisement. She met the criteria easily, and had the paperwork in a pocket. She didn't care about the possibility of dying, she just knew that any chance to kill the fuckin' bugs was why she still walked the earth. Slipping from the alley, boots kicking up dust as they met the dirty street, the duster flapping at her calves with her heavy steps. She did not introduce herself to those gathered. She simply moved her way right passed them all to stop in front of the door, giving them all a harsh once over.<br/><br/>“ I guess they'll take anyone now. Must be getting desperate...”<br/><br/>Her voice was a low throaty purr and she would smirk through another snort before she would force herself through the door, striding through and sealing her future. If she did die, she'd take plenty of damn bugs with her.