"Ma'am, we have arrived..." The intercom of the private jet spoke out just as the landing gears hit the tarmac. "Welcome to Steelport."

Alma stared out of the small window beside her. "Looks just like any other city..." she said to herself, clearly not impressed. And as Ms Blackburn stated in her memo, the city of Steelport was filled with as much strife and suffering as any other. To Alma, they all felt the same. Concrete for miles, cities rotten to their very foundations with an incurable mold, human greed.

Normally she would appreciate the fact that someone paid for a private plane to carry her dead weight here, but right now she didn't. This Sarah Blackburn rubbed her the wrong way and it didn't really matter if she was Alma's sister or not. She could have just ignored the woman's message, but she needed answers, more about the purpose of her creation than anything else. If Ernest was to be believed, she was created as a means to protect the future of mankind. She didn't feel like she was the [i]protector of the future[/i] though. She felt like a contract killer, a murderer for hire.

The jet taxied itself off the runway and into a discreet spot where a silver car with black stripes was parked, a Ford Shelby GT500, waiting for its owner.

With the address of the [i]interview[/i] location in hand, Alma lazily stepped off the plane and climbed into her vehicle, adjusting herself in the seat to make herself more comfortable for the short trip that was about to follow. "Malupo Industries..." Alma breathed out, tossing the little scrap of paper onto the passenger seat and turning the keys in the ignition, revving the Shelby to life. "Let's see what this is all about, Ms Blackburn..."
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Malupo Industries HQ, gleamed like a jewel in all it's glory as the sun's beaming light reflected of the countless windows that the skyscraper donned. Leaving her car behind, neatly parked close by, Alma marched up towards the main entrance to the building, not out of confidence, but out of an unsatisfied curiosity that hungered for knowledge, nagging at the back of her mind, forcing her forward more eagerly than she sub-consciously wanted to.

As she stepped through the automated glass double doors, she was greeted by the standard appearance of a corporate building, with a reception desk and a waiting area, all of which eventually lead to multiple staircases and elevators that would take her somewhere else into the building. Her eyes began to glow dimly as the S.A.H.U.D booted itself up in preparation for data collection and the mere probability of combat. There was always a probability, humans are unpredictable as a whole.

With her optical HUD collecting data, Alma walked up to the front desk, to see what appeared to be the receptionist heavily occupied. "I am here for the job interview..." The receptionist put her current duties on a short hold, leering her head up to take a good look at the brunette woman who was interfering with her work. "Name, please."

"Alma..." Replied the seemingly emotionless black haired young lady.

"Surname?"

"Don't have one..."

The receptionist seemed totally unsurprised by that response, expectant of it actually. "Someone will be with you shortly. Please take a seat." With that out of the way, Alma silently left the receptionist to her work, taking a seat at a randomly chosen space that was quite close the reception desk, well within her eavesdropping reach. If things went to hell and Alma needed to reach the entrance quickly, she could fight her way out, so the distance between her and a possible escape route didn't really matter. It was moments later when someone walked through the main entrance that caught her eye. A teen in a hoodie and a backpack. He seemed incredibly out of place in an establishment such as this, and not only that, but he also appeared nervous, or perhaps anxious. Alma wasn't sure. After a few moments of standing around, he approached the front desk, dumbfoundedly staring at the attendant before she herself nonchalantly asked him if he was here for the job interview.

As comical and slightly sad as the boy's lack of confidence was, it wasn't as important as the fact that he could potentially be one of her brothers. But that train of thought was quickly derailed as a well suited man approached her. "If you would follow me, please." Alma groaned in her head as she stood up, slightly annoyed by the fact that this man has disturbed her small moment of peace, but on the outside she was stoic and obedient, shadowing the man's every step all the way to one of the elevators. Upon entering, he pushed the button for the twenty-third floor. As he did so, Alma took note of the elevator panel, it's buttons, and the escape door in the ceiling.

The ding of the elevator made both the occupants aware that they have arrived at their destination, and with the doors sliding open, both the Suit and Alma stepped out into a long corridor that connected to other, even longer corridors. Each wall was covered in unmarked doors. It did raise some minor suspicions in Alma, but not enough to bring her to doubt her decision in coming here, as she was in fact armed. Her pistols and SMG well hidden within her trench coat.

The duo approached one of the doors, and Alma was asked to place a finger on the scanner. She had no doubt that if this Sarah Blackburn knew her identity, then she knew everything about her. So the fact that the door acknowledged Alma's identity was of no surprise. If Ms Blackburn turned out to be an enemy, Alma would seek to rectify this [i]minor[/i] leak of her private information.

As she stepped through the door however, her head instantly jerked up as her HUD detected something within the door frame right above her head. The HUD scanned deeper into the frame, seeing an electromagnetic device that it could not recognize the purpose of. A security measure of some kind. It didn't react to Alma's presence, which had to be a good thing.

Deciding to ignore it, she continued on deeper into the room, and the man who had accompanied her, shut the door behind her. Before her was a single chair, an uncomfortable one at that, and a table, and in the far right corner, a CCTV camera.

Suddenly a voice spoke out of an intercom that Alma didn't spot earlier. "State your full name, please."

"Alma." Responded the hitwoman.