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[hr][h1][color=00aeef]Peter Skrit[/color][/h1][hr]
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It was a slow morning for Peter so far. He had arisen from his luxury bed at four this morning, deciding that he couldn’t sleep any longer. Curiosity had gotten the better of him. He was used to corporations hiring him, then telling him half of the story. This though, this was different indeed. Peter knew nothing. Nothing at all. He had attempted to try and use his contacts within Loingsech to discover anything about what was going on. Nothing. No one knew anything. Or at the very least they were stonewalling him.

Still, he had gotten two free nights in this place: Kinmokusei. This wasn’t his first stay here. He had been here several times, always on business however. This was one of those high-end luxury places where it was really easy to hide a murder or two. It gave off the illusion of glitz and glamour with the casino and the whole seven-star luxury vibe, but, its clientele fell more on the seedy side. At least most people wore suits around here. Just because you disrespected the law doesn’t mean you can’t make an effort to look presentable.

Peter had spent most of the morning getting prepared. He had three hours until he needed to be in the lobby and that was more than enough time to make sure he was all dressed, packed, and ready to go. He took the time to take a shower before leaving. Unlike most it wasn’t a cold shower. That would just make him uncomfortable for the rest of the day. He had never seen the appeal of cold showers. He had by this point in his life assumed that people took them to wipe away the sins off their body. More symbolic than practical. Peter preferred his hot showers, letting the heat moisturise his skin. He didn’t think in the shower like most people either. He just got in, washed and out.
 
Peter spent more time on his hair than he did with the shower. Making sure it was parted correctly and not a single hair was out of place. Years of wearing his hair like this had forced it to stay in position. Getting dressed was a simple affair; blue suit with black leather shoes and a special white, blue and orange stripped bowtie to top it all off. He had bought others. His suitcase had an assortment of bowties along with his black suit and his pistol. His datapad was currently on the side of the bed. He had spent most of the night reading different files of his before finally nodding off. He picked up his pad and suitcase and took one last look of the room. Its colours were nice, but it was now time to leave.

It was 6.45 in the morning when Peter arrived in the lobby. He had guessed everyone else who had been selected for this secretive job would also be assembling here. Peter didn’t really want to draw any early attention to himself, so he decided to go sit in the corner on a velvet sofa while reading his datapad, occasionally looking up from his pad to scan the room and its people. It wouldn’t be long until it was time for action.

Slowly 7am rocked around and he could finally see what was going on. A group was getting ushered into a van, clearly the group he was looking for. Before the door would close, Peter would job up to it and get inside. He wouldn’t really say much of a word, just a nod before sitting down and getting ready to go. He would spend the journey staring at his datapad, reading an article on the Loingsech Corporation.

It didn’t take long for the van to reach its destination. Once the van arrived it opened its door and Peter climbed out, looking around the surroundings that they had been taken to. Not exactly the same as the place they had left originally. “Such a nice place you got…” He said as he looked around and his eyes laid on the cybernetic woman infront of him. “Miss???.....” He carried on, extending his hand out and trying to get the towering woman to give her name.