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"Gesund."

"Vorbehalt." Heidi sighed and placed her cards down on the table.

"Scheiße, really? Again?"

"Cards don't like me." Heidi shrugged a little, kicking her feet back. A small stack of dollars were on the table, the two sitting next to each other. Donner, who was across from Blitzen, rolled her eyes.

"Vorbehalt as well for me." Donner tapped her cards together, shrugging her shoulders. Even sitting down, she towered above the rest of the group, but none of them were being particularly stiff in their seating.

"I don't understand this game. What do Gesund and Vorbehalt mean again?"

"Ficks sake, really?" Donner snapped at the idiot, one of her tentacles reaching out towards him threateningly. "It's not that... Argh, you know what? Fuck it, I'm going and killing some things. It's been too long." Standing up, leaving the cash on the table, she shot a remark towards the man. "If vhe play Dopplekopf again and zhou are zhis ficking stupid, I vhill force zhou to choke on meine tentacle." A growl, and she stormed away. Maiden of Bones... Maiden of Bones... She seemed like an interesting target. She would go after her.

But first, time to get dressed. She stripped down to nothing, toes curling against the cold floor, and began. No bra. Panties, and then thermal underwear. A clean, white blouse, and a pair of black trousers with suspenders, the woman brushing a little dirt off of the end of the leg. Over that came the feldgrau. Finally, she neatly combed her hair, then put her eyepatch on, and finished it off with her peaked cap. The totenkopf emblazoned on it gleamed a little bit, and she smirked, before examining her loadout. Old or new... Old, or new? Decisions, decisions. New. An assassin that had been chosen for the program would require some serious firepower.

First of all came the sidearms. She loaded a fresh magazine into her P12, and placed it inside the jacket. Attached to her back would be the MP7. Heckler and Koch G95 in hand, the rack of the slide familiar and satisfying. Two DM51's, and last, but by no means least, two M84 stun grenades. She wanted to be well armed. Die Ficklasen was ready to go. Placing a little bit in her ear, she tapped it twice

"Donner? Donner, meine schister?"

"Jawohl, Blitzen?"

"Prepare zhe backup fur me plheaze. I intend to be khoming home richer." 

"Jawohl Blitzen." She could practically hear the eyeroll over the comms. Shaking her head, she hefted the laser cannon and walked out of the warehouse, her car pulling up neatly. No doubt the other assassin would be aware of her approach. 

[[color=440e62]"Oh. Here we go, killing again?"[/color]]

"Jawohl, meine cute lhittle bhroken in demon. Jawohl."

[[color=440e62]"Marvellous."[/color]] At least the demon agreed with her.

Time to rock.