Snippet #2734399

Camilla sighed as she parked her volocycle in the N.S.P.A's car port and strentched at the sight of the massive building. She chewed on her inner cheek. She was late, obnoxiously late, but she wasn't sure about this, at all. She decided though, finally that this would serve two purposes, give her access to terabytes of data on Axel as well as provide a steady enough income to truly care for Su-Yeoung.

She cracked her neck, her hair left down in wild spirls, bouncing around her shoulders as she did so and made her way into the building and the elevator.

As she travelled to the fortieth floor, she examined herself in the polished metal. She was dressed in her typical attire, a skin tight black body armor, that looked like a designer cat suit. She wore a white designer half hoodie over her chest with short sleeves, that gave her a street fashion look as opposed to a bounty hunter, she wore thigh high athletic shoes, and a loose black belt that Su-Yeoung liked to call her 'Utility Belt,' with all the pouches that hung around her shapely waist. She told the little girl she was never letting her read another comic again, but that was a lie and they both knew it.


The elevator door opened and she approached another desk, the receptionist was male, so she smiled her almost signature kiss you, kill you grin as she leaned against the large desk. Before she could speak, he handed her a keycard. "Room 10," And that was it. Camilla sat up, took the card with a pout and made her way to he room.

Suddenly, nerves hit her like an automatruck. She was about to go legit, no more bounties, no more free reign. Would she have to wear a uniform? By the Maker she hoped not, her outfits were distracting but that was the point, it worked, it allowed her to break almost any guard. It was what the whipmistress at the Home taught her. Distract, Pretend to sumbit, only to dominate. She shook her nerves.
"Fear cuts deeper" She told herself as she had been telling her for years. Fear makes everything worse then it actually is. She approached the door.

She swiped the keycard through the keypad and stepped through the door.
It turns out, she was late and clearly noot the only one. She scanned the occupants. Two women, who looked to need a serious fashion overhaul, one was Korean with glasses, she held holopad and the other, she guessed Korean and something that gave her a darker shade. She seemed to be in charge but her aura. Speaking of a darker shade, there was a dark skinned man, handsome enough, as well as a two other men, one Japanese if she had to guess with a serious aura about him and the other, Korean maybe, the complete opposite. She then noticed a Japanese man that didn't seem quite right. She ingored all of this and walked into the room like it belonged to her. She smiled dangerously. "So," She pulled the enevlope, no wrinkled to all hell, from her pouch and held it up. "Which of you, stalkers sent this to me, and offered me a job?"