"What makes you think I'm not already here?" A feminine voice asked, the last word's R rolling almost in a purr. The woman stepped out from the side of the VIP entryway, walking up to the table. She was draped in a heavy cloak, covering her from head to ankle. The boots she wore were clearly military style, as were the gloves on her hands that were holding the cloak closed.

"Commander. I am glad you chose to accept my contract. You almost didn't make the deadline. Do you make it a habit of keeping a girl waiting?" She chuckled, then pulled her hood down. The first thing those gathered would most likely notice first. The cat ears atop the mercenary's head. Obviously they were fake, right? "A few zombies don't sound like a problem. What's the catch?"