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Allison pushed the door open to the Dirty Babe with a slight hesitation. Stepping inside, she looked around carefully before approaching the bar.

A quick rap of her knuckles to get the bartender's attention, and she ordered a scotch, dry, her voice carrying a slight hollowness to it from her mask.

She glanced at the two.... Seemingly business men not far from her before she turned around to face the rest of the bar. It was rather filled, all things considered, and there were some faces she didn't recognize tonight. Today? She hadn't noticed what time of day it was, having recently pulled long nights in her attempts to track down the last Assassin in her 'little black book' as she liked to call it.

She took a sip of her alcohol, lifting her mask just enough. An observant onlooker might have caught a glimpse of soft lips and fair skin before the mask closed back over her face.

She wondered if those two were these supposed agents looking to form some kind of assassin team. Seemed like a weird idea, but she had to give whoever was the ring leader applause for the sheer audacity of it all. And choosing a public meeting place was wise, even if it was a shit place like this. The odds of anyone helping someone in danger? Unlikely. So points off there.

Really, the entire thing was complicated and questionable. She'd gotten contacted. She'd agreed to come, even though she still wasn't sure why she did such a thing to begin with.

She set her empty glass on the bar, fingering the hilt on her back for reassurance.

The Mark was reassuring, even covered up, though. Yeah, she'd do just fine tonight. No matter what came.