[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/jEEqp7d.png[/img][/center] [sup][sup][@ayzrules][/sup][/sup] [b][code]St. Mercer Hospital.[/code][/b] [hr] "Don't worry about it, Kash." Samantha tried to assure her friend. "We're already late!" Kashmira said as she paced down the hallway trying her best to get to the conference room in a reasonable amount of time before the reporter gets bored. Thankfully, the room came in sight and Kashmira smiled in relief as she finally, [i]finally[/i], could get some exposure for the whole Happiness craze! This was exciting because she was finally making a difference in the whole bullshit. Kashmira, before she stepped in, got stopped by Samatha putting a hand on her shoulder. "I trust you, I know you can do this, Kash," Samantha affirmingly said. "Break a leg, give her something to write about." Those were some supportive words, but Samantha's next action threw her off. She gave Kashmira smack to the behind, not super hard... but definitely enough to throw her off. She jolted as she tried to fight down her reaction but she knew that Samantha noticed it. She awkwardly laughed and had the craziest, overplayed, a smile on her face with her mouth wide open ear-to-ear. Without further ado, she opened the door and the familiar conference table came into sight... with an Asian woman in the first chair playing on her phone. She figured that this woman was the reporter she was meant to meet. She was a pretty girl - not as pretty as Kashmira herself - and very stylish, too. Kashmira wished that she could look so good on the job... she briefly awkwardly looked down at her scrubs and shook her head. Though, when she raised her head, she gave the reporter a friendly smile. "Why hello there, you're the reporter from L.A? It is a pleasure to meet you," When she spoke Kashmira's accent was very thick and she spoke very fast, so even though her English was exceptionally good; she was hard to understand. "I am Kashmira Sarai, I know you probably came to meet someone else but she thought it'd be best if I talked to you... I've done the most research on the current issue this city is facing, and she thought that I should take her place." [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/zEml7i5.png[/img][/center] [sup][sup][@Junkmail][/sup][/sup] [b][code]Matt's House.[/code][/b] [hr] [i]"We're both messes, aren't we?"[/i] Amanda could only silently mouth out "... Yeah." Honestly, she didn't know what the hell was wrong with her anymore, nor did she try to find out. "Okay. I...I guess I understand. You left for a reason, and I respect that. But then I needed to move on too. I made a lot of friends, I did. I'll have to introduce you to this guy Israel. Anyway, if that's the case, then yes. Yes, you're right, you aren't the only one in my life anymore. But you wrote a chapter into my life that I know I can't live without." [i]... Did he get another girlfriend?[/i] Amanda just had to ask herself as the words made her lift her head up a bit. She didn't really know what to say for once in her life... and could only hang her head in guilt because all of this... this... is all her fault. She shouldn't have left him behind and should have tried to keep in contact as she grieved. Hell, she didn't just cut him off, she cut almost everyone out of her life that wasn't Nikki or Nakala. She hasn't talked to or seen Drake in years, Victoria and she had limited contact when she comes home for summer vacation, and she and Charles keep their distance. Everyone is grieving in their own way. He leaned up against the sofa and Amanda was wondering what he was doing. Not a word left her lips until she finally just comes out and says it. "What are you doing?" She sounded a lot blunter than she intended, but she got the answer. "Remembering." Suddenly, that was the tipping point for the already remorseful Amanda. She broke out into tears and they went flowing down her cheeks onto the floor as she sobs. Resting her hands onto her face, Amanda couldn't contain the flood of emotions. [i]... I'm a mess.[/i] [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TExxMja.png[/img][/center] [sup][sup][@Saint Maxx][/sup][/sup] [b][code]About 12 kilometers over Charity Beach.[/code][/b] [hr] There was nothing better than private flying. The best feeling in the world! Makoto sat on a leather seat in a jet that was completely empty except for her. The view was beautiful up here! She always loved flying and these fancy cheeses she was shoving into her mouth was a bonus. She moaned in delight as she closed her eyes for a moment... "Madam Koda," Makoto's eyes shot open as she saw two men in dressed suits standing in front of her. One held a laptop underneath his arm, and then he nodded his head as his partner said. "The Foundation Woman would like a word with you." "Oh, sure, love hearing her voice," Makoto grinned as the laptop was placed on the table in front of her after the cheese was moved. Makoto crossed her legs as the servent raised the monitor and turned it on and after a few moments booting up, a shadowy figure that was definitely one of a woman appeared... and she appeared to be eating icecream out of a spoon. "Hello, Onryo," The Foundation Woman spoke and her voice was digitally altered to the point where it was impossible to make out what her original voice sounds like. "Hi, mom," Makoto said with a snicker, "What do I owe the occasion to?" "Do you know your assignments, Onryo?" The Foundation Woman said. "Well, for starters, REAPER has tracked like ten targets here!" Makoto said with a grin as she took a bite out of a cheese cube. "You need a top agent to handle all of it!" She chuckled as she put her hands behind her head. "But, that's not all I want you to deal with," The Foundation Woman said as she put the icecream down and folded her hands in front of her, "As apart of our efforts to expand into Charity City, we have elected a 'supervisor' - I'd like to use the words... Area Coordinator - for our operations in the city. Her name is Rachel Cantor...." "Aaaaaaaaaand?" Makoto excitedly asked. "... I would like you to keep an eye on her." For a moment, Makoto felt deeply insulted by the request. She wasn't some amateur or greenhorn - she was a master spy that killed dozens of people with her wits alone! This was just beneath her! Makoto almost laughed. "I know I may be getting old," She started off. "But I don't think I'd be a good babysitter, I'm not good with kids." Makoto scoffed it off. "I know," The Foundation woman replied, "But, she is young, inexperienced, and above all else... Zealous." Rachel Cantor was a name that Makoto heard a few times, and she was like one of those Allegiance zealots! She wanted Metahuman superiority and was no different from, say, the Pure. Makoto wondered how a girl with such powerful views got to be the supervisor of such an organization. Then again, they were terrorists and crazy ones at that, so nothing's off the table for a REAPER. "She wants Metahumans on top." Makoto said, "She got the right idea... but, I know our bosses won't appreciate such sentiments." "They won't, which is why she's unlikely to move up from here..." "I mean she's already the supervisor of her own city! How bigger could you get?" Makoto laughed. "Irrelevant," The Foundation Woman answered. "But... I trust her leadership abilities, she has proven herself to be a very effective leader, but for whose cause is the question?" Makoto smirked devilishly. "For now, your task will be to follow any orders as given," The Foundation Woman commanded. "But, if she gets too out of line, make sure to report it straight to me and I will make sure that she is... disciplined." "With whips and chains?" Makoto flatly asked with a raised eyebrow. "You know what I mean, Onryo," The Foundation Woman said, "Just remember, she may be the 'supervisor' of the area, but she is not your boss. The orders you receive from me override her, and I want all those targets eliminated before you leave the city. Understood?" "Crystal." "Then we have nothing more to discuss. That is all, Onyro." The transmission ended and the man in the suit folded up the laptop and walked back into the cockpit. Makoto kicked her feet up onto the table as she rested her hand on her fist. So it looks like her time in Charity City will be quite... busy. Most importantly, she'll have a lot of stuff to kill, and a lot of fun to be had. Thankfully, the plane landed around this time so she knew the fun was about to get started. [b][code]Airport > The Emperor.[/code][/b] [hr] The plane deployed it's landing gear and landed on the runway, after a few minutes the stairs deployed and the two men and suits walked out before Makoto did. Jesus, it was hot! "They weren't kidding about that Florida heat!" She said to herself as she playfully fanned herself. Thankfully, Makoto came prepared and wore a tank top and cargo-shorts. The two men stood in front of her with their arms behind their backs. "Your items are in the vehicle," One man said, as a black car rolled up. "And your ride has arrived." He opened the door for Makoto and held it open, expectantly waiting for her to get inside. "My goodness, you guys certainly know how to treat a lady, right?" Makoto said as she stepped inside and he closed the door behind her and the car drove off. Downtown Charity City looked [i]beautiful,[/i] and if she didn't hear about this place being a giant shithole, her first impression would be a lot better. Honestly, Makoto could see herself living her if she had a husband (or wife) and kids! Then again, Makoto didn't have time for anything more than a good ol' fashioned hump n' dump, so those were pipe dreams. Though, she did have the latter. Eventually, they ended up at her destination and she could only help but marvel at it; The Emperor Hotel, a tower in paradise. When the car stopped, she couldn't help but look up at it... it's so [i]big[/i]. The car stopped and the two suit-wearing men stepped out as they dragged her near-literal mountain of luggage. It wasn't her fault that she so much shit to lug around. The woman walked into the Emperor and quickly checked in and glanced at the huge bar on the first floor. This would be great during her downtime, but she walked over to the elevator with the two men and she stood in there as the doors closed. "So," Makoto spoke to break the silence. "Nice weather, ain't it?" She got no response and the doors opened and the two men carted her items to her room... number "[code]218[/code]". She liked it. Makoto opened the doors and didn't even bother unpacking the luggage because she has so much stuff, and she travels so often that... it's easier to leave everything packed. So she put both hands on her hips as she looked at the room, it was a real fancy, massive, room with a huge bed with thick sheets with a wine bottle not too far away. Floors and walls were carved out of beautiful brown wood and she had the perfect view of the city with a balcony. So, Makoto took off this dirty t-shirt and shorts and was down to her underwear as she walked over to her bed and sat down. She pulled a stylus out of her shorts real quick as she stared at her phone, thinking of where even to. If she was going to make sure all targets were out of the picture, she better get started sooner than latter. At least before Lil' Miss Pillow Princess decides to start slinging orders around. On her phone there was an app called "[code]FFFFFFNG[/code]" and she pressed it and a list appeared. [quote][code] // UPDATED: Keep tabs on city director. // Eliminate Drake Blackmore. // Investigate possible lead on James Brooks and eliminate him if found. // Interrogate John Doyle on Warmonger. // Investigate deceased REAPER. // Eliminate Henry Olin. // Investigate lead on AMCC Model. // Keep an eye on The Boyz. [/code][/quote] Oh boy, her assignment list was just her killing people! What a fun month this was going to be. Of course, she knew that she would need a bit of time to accomplish this list of goals set aside by the Foundation woman. If she had, to be honest, finding Henry Olin and Drake Blackmore wouldn't be difficult tasks. She could probably easily kill Drake; lure the young horndog into a trap and blow his head off. Henry was going to be a lot harder. Given the fact that he's a lot bigger and stronger than Drake, [i]and[/i] he has enhanced senses that would make stealth hard... she heard that the bastard went toe to toe with Abel and came out with a few broken bones. So a head-on confrontation would be all but impossible, her best bet was to take a team of REAPERs and ambush him and fill him with holes. But, it didn't matter how or when she killed them; just that they were dead by the time she left Charity Beach. James Brooks and the Robot were going to be the difficult ones. For starters, she had to find them, but she was a master REAPER. Finding stuff and killing them would be easy - hell, she could probably just shoot Brooks in the back of the head while he was sleeping. But the robot, the robot, man. Makoto wondered why in the hell they didn't just send Abel after the bastard with how high-tech and armed (heh, get it?) the bastard is. Makoto would need an entire team of REAPERs to bring the bastard in, and she knew those scientists would have a hissyfit if they damaged their precious hardware. Though there was one task that would be more tedious than anything; Warmonger. She heard the guy rampaged across Charity City one time but bitched out when the going got too tough for him. He fled to some small town and got taken out by a normie sheriff! What a bastard. But, she heard that he had something that REAPER wanted; she didn't know and neither did REAPER. And that was the problem. So, even though she should probably save this for last given it was the easiest, she figured that time was running out given Warmonger's trial in a little while. And so Makoto stood up and opened up one of her luggage bags with a little gift from the Foundation Woman. [b][code]The Boardwalk.[/code][/b] [hr] Now, Makoto underestimated the Floridan heat again. But, she would have to bear it given the disguise. She wore cargo pants with steel-toe combat boots, a suit-vest and a raid jacket that had "Charity City Police Department" on the back. It was hot as hell, so hot that Makoto considered going into the Dark in order to get away from it. She shuddered for a moment as she walked across the boardwalk, again she found herself wishing she had a family to enjoy this place with. However, Makoto had to stay focused on the mission; that would happen someday. Her REAPERs tracked John Doyle to this place and given his file it was probably going to be way harder to find him than one would think. He was an old white guy in a cowboy hat. Though, she found someone who looked like him... and Makoto pulled out her phone for a second to confirm it; she looked at a picture of John Doyle and he was close to John Doyle as she'd get! Or a look alike. Makoto smiled warmly as she decided how she was going to approach this; especially since if he was sharp as she thought he most likely already noticed her. She approached him with a warm smile as she put on a very convincing Japanese accent as she said, "Hello, Detective John Doyle?" She asked, acting as if she was unsure of who he was, "Hello, I am detective Fujiko Rose from the city's police department, how are you doing?" If this angle didn't work, then maybe she can use her feminine wiles to get him talking. There's nothing that a white guy loves more than an Asian chick. She wished that this shirt of hers showed more cleavage, that'd [i]really[/i] get him interested.