Hibana smirked sipping of her vodka.  Her little soldiers, her angels of death, all so eager to spill blood for her, for Requiem.  As one by one they asked their questions, she answered them.

[@DriveEMOut]

[color=ec008c]~"The training grounds below the school in the Cistern has a fully stocked armory thanks to our arms suppliers.  You'll find a veritable bouquet of death and discord at your fingertips, Dai-san, every weapon ranging from basic nine milimeters to fifty caliber anti-material rifles.  Azuma-San will escorts you to the Cistern to gear up before your mission. "~[/color]

[@CriticalHit]

[color=ec008c]~"Precisely, Katsuro-san."~[/color]  She answered with a curt nod.  [color=ec008c]~"I am giving each of you free reign over the contracts you choose today, bar the one we chose for Minato-san.  Kill them however you wish, but leave no evidence behind, nor witnesses."~[/color]

[@King Tai]

[color=ec008c]~"So I would assume."~[/color]  Hibana mused swirling about the ice in her glass rather nonchalant.  [color=ec008c]~"Your fascination with African American gang culture is...borderline obsession...to say the least, Ringo-san.  This could prove to be a double edge sword frankly.  While your knowledge of the gang lifestyle is extensive and could possibly aid you in assimilating yourself into their ranks, I warn you not to get too comfortable in your undercover position.  You are an assassin of Requiem and that is all."~[/color]  A stern glare she gave Ringo to emphasize that.  It's not as though she assumed the boy would betray her, but she had to keep them in line and remind her attack dogs who held the leash.

[@bloonewb]

Though her expression remained blank and stoic, Hibana...was dying of laughter on the inside when it had come to Minato's question.  She took a sip of her drink and set it aside, trying her damndest not to let any of that laughter out.  [color=ec008c]~"Minato-san...such an...interesting question you pose.  Your grades will be taken care of whether you have completed your school work or not.  I am the Headmistress of Seiko Academy after all.  What matters more to me than just trivial academic success is your success as a student of Class Noir.  Your only curriculum here...is to bring death to our enemies.  That being said, Minato-san, you will still have to endure the harsh training regiment all of our recruits have undergone after you kill Schtauffenhauer.  Azuma-San will oversee your training and deliver daily reports to me.  Impress me, Minato-san, and you will be promoted.  Fail me...and you will be expelled, if you get my meaning."~[/color]

Once all were answered, she stood from her chair.  [color=ec008c]~"Now then, if there are no further questions, I must contact Aya-chan.  Choose your contracts wisely.  I expect all of these men to be dead by the end of the month.  You're dismissed."~[/color]

As Azuma escorted them out of her office, Hibana whipped out her phone, calling Los Angeles.

[@Nikki Moonlight]

The Russian man was sitting at a desk in the hotel room, stripping and cleaning his Desert Eagle .44 Magnum while Aya was presumably studying the layout as instructed.  The girl....she was a prodigy, scored higher than any of the boys in her class in every category, marksmanship, close quarters combat, stealth, she was primed to be the deadliest hitwoman in the world, perhaps...even deadlier than Hibana.

...it was clear why the boss chose her...

[b]"Da.  Is that you, Boss?"[/b]  The man answered his phone upon it ringing.  His ringtone the Tetris theme no doubt.

[b]"Hmm?  Da, she is here.  I have her studying floor plan of mansion now.  Da, she is ready.  You wish to speak to her?  Okay, I give her phone."[/b]

He handed over his cell to the girl.