The weight of the notepad and lighter against her hip seemed to be the only comfort Osiris could identify in the cold nights of Tokyo. The woman needed no other equipment within her reach, as her ability was to create weapons seemingly from thin air. This concept still hadn't quite sunk into her brain despite living for a month with this knowledge. Chem, their leader, had quizzed the team about the mission's plan multiple times before they had arrived at the Hotel. It was practically embedded in her brain, only an idiot could forget it at this point. Osiris, from the corner of her eye, examined the remaining members. She, had to admit, was impressed by how calm her comrades were. The woman had been on several missions before, but they had been done solely by herself. She was interested to see the capabilities of her team's powers and if they could co-exist nicely with her own.
"Nox, Osiris, Dark Star, Scapegoat, and Royal, it's showtime." Said Chem, with a stern face.
Osiris silently nodded in agreement and watched as their leader projected a cord towards the designated window. After he had disappeared into the room, she followed shortly after. Treading softly on the velvet carpet, the woman quickly exited the room and bounded swiftly after Chem who had somehow managed to create a several metre distance within the seconds they had used to slide down the chord. Her long blond hair galloped along her back as she lurched through the hallway - making sure her mouth or boots didn't utter a sound before doing so. She grimaced as blood dripped from the man's arm, her eyes reluctantly followed the trail and made sure to avoid it while still being firmly in pace.
Osiris slowed down to a walk as she approached the entrance of the main hallway - their leader was already making his way through the room. She scanned their surroundings with each step, ready to pounce on anything or anyone. Her fingers tingled with potential energy, prepared to summon a blade.