A soft amused hum was barely audible in one of many rooms within the Imperial storehouse. The ‘finest’ soldiers in this place were still weak when it came to expecting the unexpected, and for all the armor they chose to wore it did very little good. Helmet’s restricted vision – you traded head protection for a weaker peripheral – and that was one of the worst trades imaginable when all you were expected to do was follow a simple patrol pattern for several hours before you punched out and left for the day. With nimble fingers dancing across the keys of the prized computer, the infiltrator of this base was beginning to download what sensitive information she could onto a compact disc. Drawing out lists of shipments and patrol shifts while being sure to memorize what she could on her own, the alluring assassin was mighty casual for having not gotten out of the woods yet. The confidence in her skills was evident in how little she cared to finish one of a handful of men that had been in this room dozing off. Hearing him cling to life behind her, coughing and trying hopelessly to contain the blood that pooled at his abdomen, the emerald eyes of the one who killed him were directed at his dying form. 

[b]“You know, I kind of liked you. As angry as you were that I slit your friend’s throats, you were cute enough to give me a good long look before you ended up …well, messy.”[/b] No exaggeration necessary; this woman knew the kind of stares she could gather, and the best kind of open combat was when she was being eyed at with a lustful glare. Victory was sweeter when they found it impossible to focus, her eyes, her chest and hips, all were focused at one time or another. Then you had the boring types who really wanted to win and didn't pay her any mind, those were the worst kind of people to kill. All the yelling and the name calling they did really just knew how to kill a good mood. 

[b]“Y…y….you…”[/b]

[b]“Hm?”[/b] Turning around on her heel, the assassin took note that the download was almost complete. In the final moments with a casualty of her next payday, the honor of having a full view wasn’t too much to ask. This nameless grunt seemed to be trying to put something together, but the combination of blood loss and her beauty was likely to make that difficult. After several moments and a haggard coughing up of blood and spit, Rika eagerly awaited his final set of words and had a smile on her face in anticipation.

[b]“They’ll get you …for this….”[/b]

Immediately frowning, the woman brought both heads behind her head and sighed heavily. Out of everything he could’ve said, it had to be the stupid old ‘rawr, my buddies are gonna get ya’ intimidation move. With the last of the files ticking away and the progress bar nearly full, perhaps some final words for him were in order too. Looking him directly in the eyes, something he was clearly having trouble focusing on with the constant wandering of her body, the assassin stuck out her tongue at him for a moment. 

[b]“That was boring! Besides, even as you say that you’re still checking me out, so that kind of ruins the whole scare factor.”[/b] Stepping forward, she had come to a stop several inches in front of the dying soldier and knelt down. In spite of his comrades lying all across the room with throats all slit, there wasn’t a drop of blood to be found across her outfit or skin. [b]“Now, let’s pretend I’m your boss. I come in to find a super computer without data, all the men assigned to protect said computer dead, and not a trace of the culprit anywhere to be found. Your Empire isn't exactly welcome with open arms, but no ordinary citizen could be capable of this. Where does the attention go?”[/b] An opportunity to respond was given, but the guy was fading fast. [b]“That’s right, the rebels. Who would suspect an eighteen year old young woman to be capable of such precision and brilliance? So I guess when we combine everything I said with the simple fact you guys are basically amateurs in armor, I can come to the conclusion that no, no one is getting me for this.” [/b]

Gently patting his head, she had stood up and moved back to the computer finding that the disc had already ejected. Everything on that computer was copied onto it, and as she slipped the prize through her top and securely in her cleavage the data on the machine itself was now erasing everything she had just taken for herself. [b]“When you get to hell, let Death know that Rika Masaki sent—“[/b]an explosion rattled the entire facility and Rika had frozen, looking up towards the ceiling and cutting her off from her previous train of thought. Certainly the guards weren’t the smartest but even they didn’t just randomly cause explosions. Everything pointed to the rebels that fought against the Empire, but strangely enough Rika felt no huge concern. This was an ideal situation to get in contact with the people who would be paying her for what she had taken after all, so long as she made it to the main warehouse itself she already had the rights to the loot. 

[b]“Things are about to get exciting, aren’t they?”[/b] Turning a mischievous grin towards her bleeding friend, his head was flat on the ground, eyes shut and body still. Succumbing to the severe injury she dealt to his abdomen, the last soldier had moved on. [b]“Well, at least you got to die to a beautiful sight: Me. Ciao!”[/b] Blowing the fallen soldiers a kiss, the smooth and deadly form of Rika Masaki vanished from sight and had begun to hustle to the main warehouse itself. If the rebels thought they’d stake claim to everything she worked to secure, they had another thing coming.