Elite P.K. Specialist Assassin of S.I.A. -Lore
Place: Frozen Wastelands, Icarus Glacier.
Time: 0750.
Target: Noxize Deschain.
Threat Value: Unconfirmed.
Status: Unconfirmed.
Requester: Akuma.
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The frozen wastelands of the outer territory was not a place for those not trained properly in the field. The bitter and cold wind sliced at bared flesh as sharp as any razor-edged knife. Those that did not come prepared or found themselves isolated in the deadly wastelands died far faster than they would ever accepted. Even snow did not fall from the skies. It was nothing but ice; Ice coating the ground, ice coating the very sparse foliage, and ice coating a figure's protective gear. Thick and dark goggles that spanned the person's face reflected the blinding sheen of the glacier's mirror-like appearance.
A groan was heard as the assassin stepped out onto a thin patch of frozen lake. Cracks on the surface rippled and fragmented outward from where the single foot had settled. Lore removed her foot and took several steps back away from the dangerous area. Her target was supposed to be at this location yet nothing but barrenness stared back at the assassin. Akuma had sent her on another perilous and suicidal mission. Why was it that her creator was always out to destroy her? What was it that amused the man or creature for all Lore knew, to murder Lore's clones over and over again. Was it merely for sport, or was he truly out to perfect his pyschokinesis enabled toys? Could it have been that Akuma even held a grudge against the woman. So many questions but never an answer received.
The visor of the protective goggles moved to view the rising sun. The current temperature was going to drop several degrees before it rose to a less dangerous numeral. Another biting wind blew across the vast glacial desert, shifting the thick coating of the woman's specialized winter gear. White. Pure white with hints and traces of blue was the color Lore wore in order to blend perfectly with her surroundings. The only thing that stood out was the black sheen to her eye protection. Not a single trace of flesh was exposed and Lore did not plan for any to be exposed. Even if the assassin could not feel pain due to the implants in her skull, cold was still an injury Lore could obtain.
With XM-25 battle rifle held at the low ready, Lore moved around the area that had slightly shattered beneath her feet and continued to scan the horizon for any signs of this opponent Akuma had sent to her eliminate.
