Akiko was inwardly pleased to see one she recognized, the 'brawny' woman whose name she could not recall offhand. She'd done joint exercises with the woman when the Tokushu Sakusen Gun and the United States Marine Corps did joint exercises on Okinawa.<br/><br/>The newcomer, the taller man with slash marks over her face, however, was unknown to her. However, the way he dressed, and the way he carried himself, spoke to his military background. Likely special operations of some nature, as this particular line of work seemed to go well with former Operator's. Former Operator's were rare enough as it were, and to  assemble this many in a single group was nigh unknown and unheard of.<br/><br/>"There is more to completing an Op than shooting at targets," she spoke softly. "Subtlety is key, especially given that the nature of what we do is unknown amongst the general populace. I do not want to know what the repercussions would be should the average family learn that Kindred, Garou, and other murderous monstrosities roamed the same streets their children walk to get to school."<br/><br/>"Don't you agree?" Akiko asked Ashenna. Looking at the others, "While our exploits may be fancy stories for the rich and decadent who frequent this place, the reality is that it's all a bit more real, and bloody, than simple stories. Freedom," she began to explain an age-old quote from an American fore-father and founder, "has a taste the protected will never know. And the protected cannot know, for their freedom, their lives, just may be at stake if we don't operate under the radar."