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Getting to Japan with all her gear had been difficult, but it was worth it for the payday involved. The well paying jobs in Rio had all but dried up anyway. Either way, it was nice to be part of a crew again. Otsana took her eyes off the road to look at her phone, the map showing exactly where they needed to go. [color=lime]"A few clicks down this road, about 15 Minutes until we reach the MAVERICK checkpoint,"[/color] she shouted back. SHe briefly caught sight of a duo in heavy armor, one of them even touching down with what looked to be a jetpack.[color=lime]"Sweet, looks like we've got some heavy competition around here."[/color]

They didn't slow down as they passed the two on foot, too busy pulling ahead of the Jonas. Following her phone's instructions, she led them down the unpopulated streets, swerving around the occasional robot left in the road. [color=lime]"Jeez, someone's head is going to roll once we track down the source of the bots."[/color] Soon enough they approached the first checkpoint, slowing down to a stop. 

A masked soldier with MAVERICK's logo on his helmet took one look at them and simply asked, "You here for the job?"

Otsana flashed him a smile. [color=lime]"Of course. Got three of us here,"[/color] she motioned back to the truck, [color=lime]"ready to do our bit."[/color]

To soldier shrugged and just waved them through, pointing them towards a mall parking lot. "You can park over there. Head to the hot springs for more information."

Otsana nodded and gave him  a two finger salute. "Thanks." As they headed over to the lot, she felt a few drops of rain his her head, making her ears flick. [color=lime]"Ah damnit."[/color] She looked up, another drop hitting her goggles. [color=lime]"Guess I'll need the tarp."[/color]


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Margot watched the unfortunate opponent in blue get up from their ring out. The winner's style was clearly self taught, which was pretty unusual for a weapons user. "What a ridiculous sword, but it works for him." Margot had watched the fight from under one of upper levels, a hot can of coffee from one of the numerous vending machines in hand. Scanning the crowd some more, she spotted a good mix of humans and mythics including Fafnir, her opponent from Rio. [color=cyan]"Oh good, he got out alive."[/color] She smirked and sipped some more of the sweet coffee down. 

Scanning the rest of the crowd, she of course spotted the many many MAVERICK agents, some of them even in plain clothes, ready to nip any trouble off at the bud. She didn't need her mask to be able to spot their hidden weaponry, not that they really needed to hide them in this crowd. Also noteworthy was the sheer number of mythics in the crowd. Beyond the aforementioned dragon knight, she spotted another more blatantly draconic creature, and what appeared to be a fairy. [color=cyan]"I better go say hello to Fafnir. See how he's holding up."[/color] Moments before she turned towards the stairs, she heard the telltale 'drip drip' of water falling on her hat, clouds forming overhead. Her mask chimed in with a weather alert from the JMA. [color=cyan]"Hrm, that's odd. They're usually better about this."[/color] Even so, she headed downstairs to wards the rest of the crowd as they roared with the announcement of the next match.