Jane had followed her orders to the letter. Once the campsite had been located she had left under the cover of darkness. The night lights were quite enough for the night vision to be effective, along with all the lights that came off Party City. It had almost been too easy to make her way over she thought as she entered in the dead of night. No real sentries either, it was almost disappointing to her. She had even prepared a little speech for any guard that caught her passing into the city. None of that had been needed however.

"Stalker reporting in," she said into her headset.

"Go ahead Stalker," an elderly male voice responded.

"I've made it into Party City, initiating infiltration. I'll be on radio silence unless directive Omega is called upon. Stalker out."

"Copy Stalker, radio silence enabled."

Kelly clicked off her comms, better to be safe incase there was anyone trying to listen in. She took a few deep breaths, despite all her years she was still nervous before an operation. She considered that a good thing, reminded her that she was still human. Still human, and still had feelings. It comforted her in a strange way that she always felt regret if she had to kill anyone. 

She shook the thoughts out of her head, she had a job to do. Kelly quickly found a place to stay the night, a small place run by two youngsters. Kelly had rented a room for a few days, knowing that the meetup was tomorrow. She had attracted a bit of attention with her getup. That was no real surprise though since Space Faction was camped not too far away and here she is in full Space Faction gear. She had not been questioned about it though, to her relief.

She stripped out of her armour and went over the details once again while the bath was warming up. Getting into the city had been easy enough, to do the rest of the mission, now that was a tough nut to crack. How would she ever manage to gain the trust of the Mars factions? Kelly sighed deeply again and sunk into the bath. First bath in quite a few days. It was nice, and she let her thoughts run wild.

Kelly had already prepared an alias for herself, a smuggler of people and information. Getting people in and out of Space Faction territories along with an information saleswoman. It was the best she could come up with due to her knowledge about the Space Faction and how it operates.



The new day came around and she found herself, after an information meeting, in a room with two others. A cyborg, and a normal looking human. She was surprised it was such a small squad, but that had it's advantages as well. When the question was asked she looked at the man and smiled.

"I'd call myself a trader of less reputable services," she said and bowed slightly. "While I can handle myself in a fight, it's not a measure that I'd take as first option.