[h1][color=8882be]Crow[/color][/h1] -------------------------------- On that cold day, a lone woman wearing a long black coat and expensive-looking black casual clothing underneath stood under the thin roof of the bus station. A breeze passed by, making her coat flutter in the wind, something she barely paid any attention to as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked around. Her eyes were obscured by a pair of sunglasses and she kept her lips shut rather tightly. "Those guys..." She whispered and groaned. [i]"Sure, Crow, got it! We'll be there super early and completely on time, don't worry about it, Crow!" [/i]She said in a high pitched mocking tone of voice. "Assholes, they should take things seriously for a change." Crow sighed and tensed her jaw. Five minutes passed and Crow opened her baggage to pull out her cellphone. As she input her password, though, the distant sound of a car engine grew louder, and then a white minivan took a turn on the corner and drove right up to the bus stop, where it pulled over. The windows were tinted a shade so dark one couldn't see who was inside, but Crow knew who were inside the car. As soon as the passenger door opened, Crow huffed and frowned. "You're late, dumbasses." A meek squeak could be heard from inside the car, and after a moment of fidgeting, a guy with a wiry frame and equally wiry glasses peeked out. He seemed to be hiding as much of his body as possible. "S-Sorry about that, Crow! John got diarrh-" "Shut the hell up, Straw!" The driver shouted. Crow glared at the guy, Straw, for a moment. He shrunk under her gaze. Then she shrugged and got into the back seat, carelessly throwing her baggage inside as well. "Whatever. Next time you're late, you'll be my dinner." She couldn't help but chuckle a bit. She didn't truly mean that last part, because even if she was actually mad at them for being dumb and inefficient, she couldn't afford to kill her men just yet. Besides, while Straw wasn't the best at being punctual, he was good at the tech-related stuff Crow sucked at. John, though... "We should be there in half an hour, Crow. There are some weapons under the seat next to you." John, the driver, said the most obvious thing in the universe. Of course Crow knew where the weapons were. She had sent them on the damn mission herself. They had driven all the way from NYC to St. Louis over the last few days so they could smuggle her gear in for her. You couldn't really pass body armour, firearms or combat knives through airports and while Crow knew she could have just gone on the roadtrip with her two subordinates, she decided to go on the airplane because she wanted to experience first class. Faking the IDs wasn't a big deal, and it appeared the ticket made her trip easier, as security guards or airport personnel would let her through that much faster. So the trip to the Funeral Home was over in the blink of an eye and Crow had put on her underarmour and armed herself with a handgun and a knife, as usual. She took off her sunglasses and untied her hair. Finally, she relaxed her lips and took off both contact lenses, revealing her vibrant red eyes. Then the building came into view. "Okay. I'll be going in on my own. You guys stay in the car, keep it running. Also, for the love of Durga's sixth arm, keep the windows up and closed. They won't stop bullets if they're all the way down so you can smoke some blunt." Crow said to the two in the front seats. They nodded. Better be safe than sorry, Crow thought, even on the off chance that this was a trap, she was confident she could get away. So when the minivan came to a stop in front of the Funeral Home, Crow opened the door of the car and stepped out, closing the door behind her. At that moment, she could smell several humans and one... Thing... inside the building. There was the smell of more humans coming from somewhere around the building as well, most likely from one of the many cars parked near hers. Crow let her hand fall on her handgun, holstered around her hips, to calm her nerves. She looked around once and walked toward the entrance. When she got closer, she could make out a sentence, said in a foreign accent. [b]"You get letter? And this is [i]not[/i] trap?"[/b] Crow tensed her jaw as she opened the doors and walked in. "It better not be a trap." She said, eyeing everyone present.