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

The 12th district... A place teeming with blood, lies and money. Away from prying eyes, the 12th district was above everything else, a trading hub. Everything you might want, you could find it there... That is... if you had connections.
It's status as a 'neutral' district was... somewhat respected. No one wanted to draw the attention of both the underworld and the powerful companies that often were fishing either for information or for other things that were normally difficult to find. 

Anya's flat was located on the most decent side of the 12th district, where the air was actually rather breathable. From the outside, it looked exactly like the other buildings, replete with small windows, each floor having many small rooms. But on the outside, it was completely different. Anya had bought the entire floor, making it just one big room.
Distant enough from the factories so the smoke didn't reach that part of the district, but close enough to the center where most of the things happened, it was a good location on that district, which wasn't saying much... Even though it was as comfortable as it could get on the 12th district, Anya hated that district... The air, although cleaner than the 13th and the 14th districts, was incredibly stagnant and heavy, and the distant sounds of heavy machinery were always there, like a silent reminder of where they were.

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Black boots with small metal rivets, long black stockings, a black mini dress with red details and a big black bow on her head, making her hair cover part of her face, covering most of the peculiar tattoo on her face gave Anya a complete gothic look. While she hated many things on that district, it was undeniable that the punk/gothic style which was so popular on the lower districts was exactly the type of clothes she liked.

[color=E0FFFF]"Perfect."[/color] She said to herself, looking on the mirror after painting her nails with a deep black hue and putting on her make up. A deep violet lipstick made a beautiful contrast with her white skin. Taking a moment to strap her SMG on a small holster near her garters before leaving the bathroom, she headed towards the corner of the flat, where a small iron safe where. The lock was just an old biometric lock, but the fact that most of the actual lock was located inside the chest, only showing the touchpad outside made it incredibly hard to tamper with. It wasn't an overly complex lock, but it was enough to keep things safe, especially because it was highly unlikely that anyone invaded that cheap building.

Opening the safe without any ceremony, Anya was greeted by a bunch of small, portable data banks. The same type that most people used as temporary storage for their credits before they put them on their account. Each one of them had a number written on their cases, going from mere 400$ to others that had over 2500$. Grabbing one with just 400$, she slid it on a small pocket on the front of the holster where her SMG was.

[color=E0FFFF]"Let's just hope it doesn't turn out to be just a waste of my time..."[/color] Anya said, with an annoyed tone as she got out, heading where the party would be.
Even though it was on the 12th district, it was on the other side of the district, and it would take some time for Anya to get there, especially due to her wanting to avoid walking through the center of the district.

While walking towards the place where the party was happening, she would notice that she definitely wasn't the only one heading there. There was an unusual flux of people wearing fancy clothes there. Some even didn't look like they lived on the 12th district...

It would take longer than expected, since she was making sure no one saw her leaving her home or even could have the remote possibility to trace her back to where she was living. Besides that, there was another thing making Anya walk carefully. Even though she was hiding the part of her face with the tattoo with her hair, she still knew it wasn't a good idea to walk around showing herself to anyone. Even though in part she wanted to be seen, even if she wanted to show the clothes she was wearing, something on the back of her mind always made her be incredibly careful. It was almost like an instinct...
Inside the party, she knew no one would pay enough attention on her to notice her face, so she wasn't that preoccupied. The real problem was not being noticed while she was going there...

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As she got closer to the warehouse where the party was happening, she noticed that many people there weren't really living on the 12th district. Even though on the outside the warehouse certainly seemed to be the perfect place for a rave with all the neon lights and the loud music, if one paid enough attention, it would realize that there was... something more happening...

Anya's instincts started to scream on her head. Why would those of the high society come to such a place? Something strange was happening... She needed to keep her eyes and ears open... That could be something worthy investigating... While Anya was smart enough to not ignore her instincts, she was already there, and she could possibly hear or discover something interesting. The real question was if it was worth the risk...
Guards on the entrance, bouncers... That really did seem to be a party only for those invited... Anya could get some information out of that if she was able to sneak in... And she was already there, she most certainly didn't want to get back home and waste all the time she took preparing herself.

In a party such as that, certainly there were some performers, dancers and servants. The back door would be Anya's best bet to get in the party. She could pass herself as a servant. Surely there were many servants and waitresses on a party for the rich ones.
Sadly, she didn't bring her equipment. Otherwise it would be much easier to sneak in... She had only her SMG and wasn't with her equipment. As much as she hated to admit, she was incredibly vulnerable...
She would have to be incredibly cautious... What was supposed to be a night of fun, turned into a mission. Something was happening inside that warehouse, and information was an incredibly valuable thing in the world she lived in...

Using the crowd to hide her movements, she quickly searched for a vent, back door or any other thing she could use to get in the building.
Part of Anya's brain was still screaming that it was incredibly dumb to try to do an infiltration without having any information or equipment, but her intuition told her that she wouldn't have another opportunity like that.