[center][color=firebrick][h1]Akina Izuna[/h1][/color][/center]
“Reservations for Akina Izuna?” 
“Yes. I’d like to check in.”

Akina Izuna would check in, but in the next three days, the figure that would leave the Kinmokusei would be someone entirely different. To Izuna, this whole ordeal was something of a dream vacation, but in the back of her mind, she knew she had to keep any advantage she could, and that meant keeping herself as anonymous as possible despite what Loingsech might already know. Alongside that, the girl had no idea who she would be working with, but she had no doubt they would most certainly be of an unsavory variety. While she trusted in her abilities to keep her cover, Izuna feared betrayal more than those who had been in her business longer than her. She put up a pretty good facade, though. To any patron of the fine Kinmokusei, Izuna was a starstruck sort, ceaselessly entertained by the inner workings of the hotel’s fine casino. The naive young girl played, drank, and made merry for the entirety of her stay.

What happened upon the Kinmokusei’s main floors differed greatly from what occurred within Izuna’s room, though. Couches and end tables had been covered in papers splayed about carelessly on every surfaces. Dining space had been converted into a personal place to link into the Net and keep up with all of her work. As much fun as she may have appeared to be having, Izuna was dealing with just as much work on the side. Sure Izuna may have been at the Kinmokusei for those couple days, but her pseudo-identity acted everywhere and all at once— or at least, that was what she liked to think. As time remained stagnant in the windowless casino below, the Revenant worked tirelessly through her helmet while the days passed. 

Her motivations were far from being easily explained. Izuna was an enigma as is. The Revenant, even more so when it came to jobs like this. Through all the cloak and dagger, though, one thing remained revealed in the maelstrom of mysteries. Loingsech knew that they were hiring the Revenant, and with Izuna’s past foundationed in the concept of making trouble for corporations just like them, she would have to remain just as vigilant as the corporate dogs that would be looking into her. Izuna knew that without the bat of an eye, her employers would put her down when she wasn’t necessary anymore. That’s why it was her job to remain not only vigilant and watchful, but to also gain the upperhand. 

The extravagance of the Kinmokusei was by no means a normality for Izuna, however unfortunately. Thus, her time basking in the sin that was the lifestyle of the very people she so abhorred was soon over. Dining with her enemies was undoubtedly a great time for Izuna, but she came here to work, and it was about time she got things rolling. The exposure of her identity was the greatest risk of all that this trip posed— at least in her head. That much made dealing with her interesting meeting circumstances all the more painful. Fully attired in the same outfit that would could get her arrested in Japan, Izuna posed herself in a corner of the Kinmokusei’s massive lobby. A rather fashionable sweatshirt was all that stood to normalize her Revenant Combat Suit. Of course, a curious look could afford a sight at the Revenant Wiring that lined Izuna’s skin below. Her disguise was lackluster and it surely didn’t fit in with the fancy attire most of the Kinmokusei’s patrons adorned, but Izuna knew that much. This morning would be the first time the Revenant would meet face to face with representatives from Loingsech. Izuna wasn’t going to let herself be caught off guard so easily.

As the E.T.A. of her colleagues drew near, the Revenant rose up and made her way towards the door. The completely conspicuous van that soon made its way into her helmet’s sensors was a clear indication that it was just about time. Shedding her petty disguise, Izuna couldn’t help but feel a tinge of nervousness surge through her. Was she worried about the meeting? No, of course not. Rather, she appeared woefully overdressed in her combat suit compared to the few patrons that also found themselves ushered into the dark van. When another heavily-augmented sort stepped into the van, Izuna found herself relaxing for a bit. Without him, she could have sworn she was stepping into some diplomat’s meeting. The thought of such an event brought Izuna to roll her eyes beneath the concealing visor she sported on her helmet. As much as she wanted to break the ice with the completely silent bunch, who would she be to break her own fear-inducing persona. It was a topic to be discussed another time.

The ride was luckily short enough for the long silence to be tolerable. Izuna merely watched as her cohorts stepped from the van into the stale air of the city. She would be the last to eschew herself from the cover of the vehicle, the sensors and servos of her combat suit whirring to life as she stepped from its concealed carriage. It was clear enough that the Revenant was making all sorts of calculations and gathering as much data about where they were as possible. It was as if Izuna was scanning for an ambush. Of course, with the Net connections in her helmet, doing so was much more subtle than it could have been. The first words belonged to a rather dapper gentleman that Izuna could have mistaken for a normal patron of the Kinmokusei just an hour ago. Contrary to him, Izuna stood wordlessly at the ready, but she did move towards the woman who could only be their assumed contact.