<em>"Incy Wincy spider climbing up the bed.<br/>Down came the rain, and drowned poor Incy dead..."</em><br/><br/>Standing in the darkness far enough inside of the room to not be an immediate shadow in the window Tsukiko stared down hard at the vans halting outside the dilapitated building, the mockery of a nursing rhyme pressed out from her lips in an almost meek sounding voice quite telling about her feelings for the damned Countess now. Either the changeling was a fool who let herself be spied upon or she was a traitorous whore, either way it would take a lot for Tsukiko to consider a meeting again.<br/><br/>Dark as night Tsukiko's eyes followed the proffesionalism with which the men exited their vehicles, under her feathery eyelashes the woman wondered if they were CIA, NCTC or even a private gathering of hunting dogs out for blood. They were damnably well equipped to take care one little agent, former agent even, and the japanese born woman cursed her own lack of preparations. With only concealable weapons like a number of knives, a Beretta M 1951 for gunfights and as a last resort, a tiny Beretta 950 Jetfire, Tsukiko had nary a wish to confront them straight on.<br/><br/>And sadly, to her great shame, Tsukiko knew little of the building itself, giving her no other option than to retreat for now. As the first wave of darkly clad men breeched the ground floor of the abandoned school the ravenhaired woman turned to hurry towards the nearest of the restrooms on the floor she was on. She had little time, if they split up to search the floors she had at best minutes and if they knew she was on the fourth, not even that, and though the one she had sworn fealty to would have liked to know who they were and what they were doing there she had to assume that she didn't have time for a capture and interrogation.<br/><br/>Sounds trickled up to her pointed ears, they were good but she was better or at least she liked to think so despite her use of old weapons and less high tech equipment, could a girl really be blamed when she wanted to stay true to her own time? At least now the toilets were in sight and Tsukiko's footsteps echoed so much less than theirs, perhaps they hadn't heard her at all.