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A pale green SUV pulled up to the edge of the Dirty Babe, a woman in an armored dress stepping out of it with a sword resting in the hilt attached to her hip. Her mask, a skull with clearly Victorian details, concealed her eyes behind it as she walked into the bar, her brownish-red hair bouncing slightly in the wind as she stepped into the bar.

[i][color=8dc73f]"Ugh. A run down place like [u]this[/u] was the rendezvous point?"[/color][/i] she thought to herself as she walked over to the bar and took a seat, pulling an unlabeled bottle from a bag she carried on her back, a dark green liquid shining beyond the bronze-tinted exterior. A silent whisper echoed from under her mask as she ordered her own beverage. A bottle of vodka and an eight-ounce glass. 

As the bartender dropped the bottle and glass off, the woman proceeded to mix the dark green liquid and the vodka together, forming something odd-smelling. It was remiss of what you would assume Miracle-Gro smells like. The woman removed her mask for a second, taking a hefty sip as her face was obscured by her long hair, before placing the glass down on the bar and grunting. Her drink always got her on the first few sips, but it was a good ride from there on.

As her mask went back on, she looked towards the back table to the two people dressed in official-looking outfits. They must be her contacts. Ah well, they'd come get her in their own time.