[center][h1][color=E0FFFF]Anya Belyakova[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=E0FFFF]"Argh! Dammit!"[/color] Anya cursed, immediately dropping the tools and the small device she was messing with in the workbench in front of her, which was replete with weapon parts, ammunition, tools and electronic parts, as a powerful wave of interference sent a sharp wave of pain through her head.
Upon hitting the table, the small device started spinning, standing up and emitting a very, very faint glow. Anya was still recovering herself when she realized that the device was functioning again.

[color=E0FFFF]"Of course... Tricked once more... I'm going to have a talk with someone regarding selling me low quality circuit boards..."[/color] Anya said with an annoyed tone, stepping into the device, smashing it into a thousand little pieces.

[color=E0FFFF]"Ugh... I need a bath..."[/color] She said to herself, wiping her forehead with a towel, that by now was soaked with her sweat as she walked to the other side of the flat, leaving the small metal bits on the ground, near the workbench, on which a sniper rifle was carefully resting on.

The flat was... incredibly fitting with Anya's personality... Weapon parts, SMGs, ammunition, circuit boards, tools and tactical gear side by side with gaming devices, cute pillows in form of animals decorating the sofa and other things a normal teenager would have. It was almost like there were two different people living there. While the two sides of the flat were incredibly different from one another, the line separating them was hazy and almost nonexistent. Almost like if they were slowly, but surely fusing with one another.

The last weeks were unusually calm for Anya... While she didn't have that much problem with money, as her last job earned her quite a hefty amount, she didn't enjoy that much how boring things were. She wondered what happened for things to be so calm... Usually, there was always a job for her, bodyguard jobs, 'cleaning' jobs and even espionage... But without any mission, her routine basically resumed itself in waking up before the sun came up, training, cleaning and checking her rifle and Third Eyes, taking a bath and after that, playing games the entire day or listening to music. Even though she knew that she shouldn't attract that much attention to herself, she was getting sick of doing nothing all day...

Luckily, she had overheard some teenagers talking about a rave that would happen that night on a pretty famous club that evening, which she would obviously attend to. The clothes she had selected the previous evening were already on her bed: a pair of black boots with small metal decorations together with a cute gothic style mini dress, and of course, her SMG. If she could, she certainly would take her rifle with her, which she took care almost like if it was a part of her body, but it was obviously not an option...

At least some of her common sense still worked. Minus the homicidal tendencies, of course...