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[b]Kylie Jean Mariner[/b]

The early morning light would shine through the windows of the Night Raid headquarters, signifying that morning had come again. One of the occupants of the building would slowly awake, stirred by the rousing sun.  She laid spread on the bed in her room, dressed in a simple pale gray nightshirt, which reached down to just above her knees. She closed her eyes, rolling her head away from the windows, but eventually the bright lights would be too hard to avoid, and so she stood, stretching her lithe figure, before exiting her room. 


The tactically positioned headquarters of Night Raid was built into the side of a mountain, about 10 or so miles from the capital. Kylie entered the main room of the hideout, noticing the presence of several manilla folders on the table typically used for meetings by the members of the group, which meant one thing- a mission. Kylie was giddy with excitement. It had been a long month of training after Night Raid had almost failed their last mission (several deviations from the plan and poor Imperial Arms handling lead to the death of a Revolutionary informant), but Kylie felt she was ready to go for this next one. She was dying to read the case files on their next assignment, but she knew from experience that the Boss would certainly want her to wait. 

Holding back her desire to take a peak, Kylie sat back in the sofa in Night Raid’s living space, waiting for the other members to awaken. Maybe one of them would make breakfast. Kylie would offer to, but she was a horrible cook and cleaner, and attempted to perform cleaning duties as seldom as possible. Her body jittered in excitement. What was more exciting than a life-or-death mission to kill corrupt Empire officials, after all?

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