[h3][color=gray][center][b]Snoria City Slums - Bazaar North Western District - Early Evening[/b][/center][/color][/h3] The bazaar in the Snoria city slums was busy. Actually, 'busy' was a rather understatement to describe the crowd that had gathered here today. Perhaps it was not just today, but everyday. The scores of shops and stalls here sold a plethora of merchandise, ranging from mouth-watering local delicacies to menacing-looking weapons. Among the hustle and bustle of a crowded marketplace, the din of hundreds of people talking together rose into the air, a cacophony of dialects and languages. It seems like those who belonged to the status of nobility was not spared from the bazaar, the merchandise too interesting for them to ignore, despite being in a relatively dirty place like this when compared to the stark pristine homes they lived in. The fact that bazzar lacked any form of law enforcement meant that it was a haven for the numerous gangs that fought for territory without fear of repercussion of the law. The 7-5 was present today, in the crowded throng of the bazaar for a follow-up mission of importance. The intel Emily had retrieved from her rather harrowing mission had been deemed essentially crucial, and the fact that she had made it back to friendly territory in one piece was highly impressive. It wasn't surprising that following that mission, she had been recommended to join the wolves of 7-5 as their reconnaissance specialist. The fact that the blonde was an exceptional marksman was simply a bonus. She was dressed in a hooded long-sleeved obsidian-black shirt that fitted snugly around her curves. It was accompanied by a pair of equally black close-fitting pants, with a utility belt of a similar hue sitting on her waist. The outfit was completed with a pair of combat boots. Her honey-blonde locks were hidden by the hood which was raised fully above her head. The outfit came fitted with an active camouflage system that enabled her to blend in with the surroundings,and therefore avoid vision unless a high-level detection identification system was used. Slung on her back was a backpack that contained an semi-automatic rifle that could be fitted with the necessary attachments to form the role of a sniper rifle. Its versatility enabled the operator to use the weapon for a variety of functions, which was highly essential in a recon role, as it usually involved putting oneself in harm's way in a variety of ways. For now, she would be requiring the way of the sniper. Crouching down, she quickly began assembling the required attachments onto her rifle, transforming it into a semi-automatic sniper rifle. Lying prone on the rough surface, she rested the bi-pod and aimed her rifle down into the bazaar through the holes formed by the interweaving roofs of the bazaar. While the vantage point she had chosen was a good one, she wasn't the team designated sniper, and therefore wouldn't stay in her position for long unless otherwise necessary. The buzz of of a message from team leader came soon enough through a thought message asking for a report on current location and status. Emily had never really got used to that method, it felt strange yet highly effective. [i][color=f26522][/color][/i] Sending the reply back over the same secured and encrypted channel, Emily reported in. [color=steelblue][/color]