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[quote=Samantha Howard][color=red]"My peace... it's gone."[/color][/quote][/center]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jet6Lf76_lQ&ab_channel=Zakken]Samantha was not one to stand out in a crowd.[/url] It was something she had worked on for quite some time, after all. She never wore colors that drew attention, she never raised her voice, and she always tried to make it through life without unnecessary conflict. That is why she was successful at her job. People who do not see her coming do not get to see her leave, as they die before they can even comprehend what has happened. That is the sort of perfect job Sam had done in the past. And the present. Sure, there was a bit of a losing streak when it came to the whole incident with Justine, but that was merely because Sam was not suited for team efforts. Her skill set was one of stealth and elimination, not... whatever that commotion had been. 

She still got a headache thinking about it and how embarrassing it had been to need to be picked up by her employer! If there was one person in the world she did not want to show weakness in front of, it was Vermillion Veronica. Though she had a feeling it wasn't because Veronica was her boss... 

Digression aside, Sam ate her food pondering what she should do in this situation. As a master of blending in, she had always been a bit disappointed with how Magical Girls typically stood out. Sure, some had abilities that could help them hide - she had gained such an ability rather recently as a matter of fact - but most seemed not to understand basic "rules" when it came to stealth and infiltration. 

Take the Magical Girl who had just walked in, for example. 

Not even for the slightest nanosecond was Sam under the impression that she was anything but. For you see, she had come to notice a trend among magical girls, and that was that they were all often physically younger than she was. They all also seemed to enjoy wearing things that stood out or acting in strange ways. Were they all looking for fights? The majority of them couldn't actually be declaring their magical abilities so flamboyantly on accident, could they? Dark colors, nothing exotic, head low, voice soft. She almost wanted to give this young girl a few tips, but the one thing Sam couldn't tell about this Magical Girl was whether or not she'd come here by coincidence or if she had some beef with her. It was a flip of the coin, really. 

She mentally sighed. 

[i][color=red]Hah... why am I so unfortunate?[/color][/i] 

While outwardly, Samantha did not even seem to notice the girl occasionally stealing glances at her, she internally cursed this cruel world for its injustice. Hostile or not, for whatever reason, Magical Girls always seemed to attract trouble. Even had this girl no intentions of starting crap, Sam instinctively knew that crap was going to start regardless. It was basically a guarantee, of which little exist in life. 

[color=red]"Sir,"[/color] she raised her hand, calling over her waiter. [color=red]"Could I get my bill, please?"[/color]

She had managed to finish her food without incident, but if she stayed too long things were bound to get hairy. She was privy to this sort of thing. So, after a few seconds of waiting for the waiter to come back, she paid her bill. She only had to shell out around 9 bucks, which meant she had 6 left. That could pay for her dinner if she didn't go ham. [color=red]"Thank you, sir."[/color] Politely, she got up to leave the Pitstop. No way in hell was she going to let this Magical Girl ruin her peaceful day. She opened the door to leave. 

[b]"AHHHHHHHH, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!"[/b] a panicked man whose expression told Sam that he'd just seen a ghost quickly shouted at her before running off. There were a few others also running away from the direction the man came. 

She didn't immediately react. There was a moment of silence and no movement. During this time, a few customers had their phones go off. And after that? 

[b]"Something's going on just a bit up the road!"[/b]

[b]"Some kind of attack, apparently! My friend said someone died!" [/b]

[b]"We gotta get out of here!"[/b] 

Panic. More panic. The nice, calm, and most importantly, quiet, atmosphere had evaporated in the span of a few seconds.  

Sam audibly sighed, before turning to look at the Magical Girl. It was doubtful that anything the girl had seen up to that point could compare to even half the power of the glare Samantha shot her as if this situation was her fault solely. After doing so, Samantha left the Pitstop. She wasn't sure if she should head towards the danger, to exact revenge, or away from it, in order to reobtain her peace. But either way, she wasn't particularly in a hurry. What had taken could never be truly replaced.