<div class="floatleft">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/golden-eyes.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Meztli<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: Shadow<br/><strong>Status</strong>:  Normal, on overwatch<br/><hr/><br/>Meztli had made a point of arriving early. She couldn't claim an abundance of past experience; one meet gone bad was more than sufficient, from her perspective. It was quiet enough, as far as she could tell. Settled in, quiet, she watched through her scope, taking in Mr. Johnson, his shirt... what was it with giant flowers that painted such beautiful bullseyes, anyway, his information... and his abrupt departure. That was ... different. Meztli lifted her eye from her scope and blinked, looking around, scanning the airport, what she could see of it.<br/><br/>A soft sigh, not quite a comline aberration, was her only commentary as she scanned the area one last time - through her scope that time - then made her way down to join the others. As was not particularly unusual, she wore her mask, and a certain ... air of confusion.