02-05-2018, 01:52 PM
She just looked at the woman, shrugged and managed not to dig at the pain in her eye this whole evening was beginning to cause her. Tiger. That had nearly made her laugh aloud. This was ridiculous. Were they going to call her mom next?
Her drones recalled, Nika resisted the urge to sigh aloud. Why the hell were women so dramatic? Of course she wasn’t with Tech. She had only been tagged to investigate the safe house though. Not to hunt anyone, especially a fellow Atherim, if that’s what was happening. There were specialty teams for that...she was pretty sure there were. She was also pretty sure she wanted no part of that delicate task. While Nika was about as far removed from Vatican politics as she could be, that would probably put her on the radar of people she could do without knowing. With the Regus dead, shakeups were undoubtedly afoot and she had no ambition to become anything more than what she already was. She solved the delicate problems that would keep tac teams up at night. Those answers were easy; cut and dry. Her job had always been simple in practice if not necessarily execution. Simple.
She looked at her watch, already knowing it was late. The assassin checked her forearm display. Everyone outside was reporting no problems. That was good. I mean, what was wrong with these people? Had she pried into their identities? No. She didn’t care. She snorted and pulled the gun from her bag, checked it and tucked it in the holster at the small of her back. The assassin parked herself in a chair with only the bounds of propriety keeping her in the building.
Edited by Nika Raskov, Feb 5 2018, 01:53 PM.
Her drones recalled, Nika resisted the urge to sigh aloud. Why the hell were women so dramatic? Of course she wasn’t with Tech. She had only been tagged to investigate the safe house though. Not to hunt anyone, especially a fellow Atherim, if that’s what was happening. There were specialty teams for that...she was pretty sure there were. She was also pretty sure she wanted no part of that delicate task. While Nika was about as far removed from Vatican politics as she could be, that would probably put her on the radar of people she could do without knowing. With the Regus dead, shakeups were undoubtedly afoot and she had no ambition to become anything more than what she already was. She solved the delicate problems that would keep tac teams up at night. Those answers were easy; cut and dry. Her job had always been simple in practice if not necessarily execution. Simple.
She looked at her watch, already knowing it was late. The assassin checked her forearm display. Everyone outside was reporting no problems. That was good. I mean, what was wrong with these people? Had she pried into their identities? No. She didn’t care. She snorted and pulled the gun from her bag, checked it and tucked it in the holster at the small of her back. The assassin parked herself in a chair with only the bounds of propriety keeping her in the building.
Edited by Nika Raskov, Feb 5 2018, 01:53 PM.