Current Location: Romania || Dialogue Color âĻ #4B0082 || Thought Color âĻ #DA70D6 || Mood: Anxious
She was living like a vampire at this point. Not wanting to risk her identity in the daylight, she only went out at night. Checking her watch it read 10:45pm. Where the fuck are they? She wasn't always so anxious, but considering just two weeks ago she witnessed Jason's murder, another assassin, before her very eyes. Not doubt it was the other assassins hired by the government to terminate their little "guinea pigs". And there wasn't a thing she could of done. Sure, she could of easily gunned down the other man or woman, but not in broad daylight. There were too many innocent lives at stake for a full out gun battle. So for now, she stuck to the cover of night. It was harder to detect them then.
Waiting in the empty warehouse for the others to join to talk details, she warily watched the doors and widows. If anyone other than those she knew walked or climbed in, she'd be ready. The guns she kept concealed under her light jacket were ready to use at a moments notice. But for now, they were stashed away. She checked her watch again, growing impatient. Pacing the floor with her arms crossed across her chest, she waited.
As she waited she heard the sounds of a helicopter flying overhead. Memories flashed before her. The sounds of gunfire going off, and utter chaos surrounding her. Before when she wasn't, "herself", she would jump from helicopters, planes, buildings, you name it. Getting to her target was all that had mattered. "Do what you were trained to do." It repeated itself over and over again in her head, like a broken record. And she did. She'd killed without a moment's notice, and without remorse. But that was the, and this is now. Now she had remorse. She wasn't simply a mindless animal bent on doing the government's dirty work.
Taking a seat in one of the fold up chairs available all over the warehouse, she sat and took out her gun. Looking it over and checking the clip to make sure it was full. Funny how such a small weapon could weigh so much. As she began to polish her weapon, she leaned back and kept watch for the other Operation S.E.A. former recruits.