Post by Cross on Dec 6, 2009 21:18:41 GMT -7
Eyes followed the white haired woman as she walked down Silverline. Her eyes in turn looking at all of theirs. A habit she had created. Abnormal eyes were the best bet on finding one of that scum. Trash was running the Cycle, and it was her divine duty to purify them. It had been her job for years now.
Stupid agency was trying to keep her at a desk job though. What the hell was that crap about? She was one of their best hunters, and they want her to sit in a office and help organize unit movements. That shit wasn’t her specialty. She was at her best in the field. She had one of the highest confirmed elemental kill counts in the agency, and that wasn’t including the ones before she joined. Why the hell would you take someone out of their specialty? Especially with a record like Cross’s.
As she walked along the sidewalk, eyes constantly looked to her arms. Her leather jacket had been deprived of the sleeves, making the metal bands and chains along her arms very noticeable. She flexed her hands, returning all their looks with her cold murderous stare. As the cold blue gems glanced at them, the crowd’s eyes fell. As someone defending them, she deserved respect.
A small café appeared on the right side of her. She thought for a second about going in and taking a drink. Then quickly dismissed it, why go waste money on something she could make at home, and she should be looking for new targets. She had brought down her last few marked targets last week. She would need to get a few new marks.
Her cellphone rang to her annoyance. Love had never found its way to the gizmo. So obnoxious and unnecessary. They had ordered her to carry it though as her rank needed her to be on call, and easily contactable. Though personally, she rather they didn’t. Time and time again she had proven she was capable of her job, and she had also proven that she wasn’t needed in the office every five minutes.
Thankfully, it was simply a KOS email. She leaned against the wall of the café as she looked at it. The KOS emails were recently discovered elementals that needed to be taken out. The emails typically contained a picture and as much information as they could find out. The target was rather far from her though, so she hit the touch pad on the sleep mode option, and slipped it back into her pocket.
Stupid agency was trying to keep her at a desk job though. What the hell was that crap about? She was one of their best hunters, and they want her to sit in a office and help organize unit movements. That shit wasn’t her specialty. She was at her best in the field. She had one of the highest confirmed elemental kill counts in the agency, and that wasn’t including the ones before she joined. Why the hell would you take someone out of their specialty? Especially with a record like Cross’s.
As she walked along the sidewalk, eyes constantly looked to her arms. Her leather jacket had been deprived of the sleeves, making the metal bands and chains along her arms very noticeable. She flexed her hands, returning all their looks with her cold murderous stare. As the cold blue gems glanced at them, the crowd’s eyes fell. As someone defending them, she deserved respect.
A small café appeared on the right side of her. She thought for a second about going in and taking a drink. Then quickly dismissed it, why go waste money on something she could make at home, and she should be looking for new targets. She had brought down her last few marked targets last week. She would need to get a few new marks.
Her cellphone rang to her annoyance. Love had never found its way to the gizmo. So obnoxious and unnecessary. They had ordered her to carry it though as her rank needed her to be on call, and easily contactable. Though personally, she rather they didn’t. Time and time again she had proven she was capable of her job, and she had also proven that she wasn’t needed in the office every five minutes.
Thankfully, it was simply a KOS email. She leaned against the wall of the café as she looked at it. The KOS emails were recently discovered elementals that needed to be taken out. The emails typically contained a picture and as much information as they could find out. The target was rather far from her though, so she hit the touch pad on the sleep mode option, and slipped it back into her pocket.
