[h2][color=00ffff]Magdeline[/color][/h2]
	Magdeline was concerned by Silme's methods, but he always reliably got her information, whether he seemed like he wanted to or not. [color=00ffff][i]I wish he would seem like he's at least not pissed off to be here. It's hard to work with him sometimes. It feels like he hates everyone here. I'm sure he's been treated bad for being faunus, but I'm not going to treat him badly for anything. The worst I would feel about him would be if he decides to work for Torchwick, which I doubt would happen.[/i][/color] Magdeline knew that his hatred for humans was only outmatched by his disposition of Roman Torchwick. The man whose voice was in the White Fangs' ears. Speaking of voices in ears, Torchwick seemed to be talking to someone after all the people left. [color=00ffff]I didn't see anyone in there, but I may have missed a corner. But he usually talks directly to the person to whom he's speaking...[/color]

	Magdeline's mind was spinning as she walked home with her falsified credentials to be out this late, posing as a second-shift worker headed home late. She knew a shop owner who would cover for her alibi and had fake records to help the cause. It was win-win. She could walk the streets at night and he could pocket what her "salary" would be when he got called in for verification, which was most weeks. The soldiers see a middle-aged woman walking the streets with no weapons (well, none visible) and they don't bat an eye. Usually.

	This night, the guards were on high alert. Apparently, a 'wire tap' was on one of the guards at their daily meeting, so they're suspicious of a mole in their ranks. Since they were agitated, they took it out on the citizenry. Tonight, it happened to be Magdeline. [b]"Hey, lady. What'cha doin' out so late? Gettin' home from yer boyfriend's place?"[/b] Too worn out from avoiding them earlier, Magdeline showed her "credentials" and explained she happened to work late. One slight mistake: the expiration date [i]on the fake credential[/i] has passed. [b]"Heh. Yer boss ain't keepin' up well with his employees, eh? Or do you even work there?"[/b] His partner chimed decided to chime in. [b]"Oh my. Looks like we'll have ta book ya. Well, unless there's some... compensation."[/b] Smirking at his [i]oh so clever[/i] phrasing, Magdeline just rolled her eyes. 

	[color=00ffff]"Look, I'll get it sorted out. You can call him, he's just behind on his distribution of creds, fellas."[/color] [b]"Well, too bad. It's your responsibility to make sure he keeps up wit' your stuff. Now, you can just pay us, we can take this into the alleyway, or you can try ta run and we book ya."[/b] To which his [i]ever so bright[/i] partner chimes in. [b]"Yeah, and if we book ya, we might still take it into an alleyway. You [i]have[/i] been naughty."[/b] Magdeline just rolls her eyes again and, after taking a moment to think, smirks a little herself. [color=00ffff]"Alright, boys. If you really wanna, we can take this into the alleyway. Follow me~"[/color] Winking at the end of her sentece, she walks down the alleyway, exaggerating her walk to show off the sway of her ass.

	Once she was in a dark enough spot, she pulled out her daggers and hid behind a trash can. Of course the guards come strolling in, trying to act not-aroused and casual, as if they'd seen a possible faunus leaping around in the alleyway. Once they were in range, Magdeline slit one's throat and chained the other, slashing his throat as well. Tossing both bodies into a dumpster, she resumed her transit home from the rooftops and shadowy back ways. [color=00ffff][i]Damn. I didn't want to have to kill anyone tonight. I'll have to make sure Thomas updates my creds so I don't have this issue again. I know I'll pay for this later. Probably in the form of my back acting up. Eh, a few glasses of beer and some advil will fix it all up before it even starts.[/i][/color] With that, she was finally home and could relax.