[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFABB1]Belladonna[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/6qCNkt9iZmG2Y/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFABB1]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries Training Room
[b][color=CFABB1]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

The training dummy looked worse for wear. Bella continued her onslaught, hitting at the vital points she knew about. She glanced at the side, where her sword was perched against the wall. She needed to ensure that, should she ever be without her weapon, she would still have the upper hand. She hit the dummy quickly and mercilessly as it fumbled around and, with a kick straight to the neck, it fell down.

She picked it back up. She had gone through a number of these dummies already, but it never held to the real thing. Facing an enemy who looked at her like she was some precious little child. Both her appearance and gender made people assume she didn't know her way around the sword or gun she carried. Much to their dismay.

She had been working for Serval for roughly 2 years now. To say she enjoyed the work would be a lie. It was a job. It provided her with a roof and food and the ability to watch trashy TV in comfort. That was all. She held no real loyalty to anyone here. She appreciated some of them, but if she were to leave tomorrow she would not miss them. But here she stayed. She knew her skills were valuable.

The recent murder of the CEO troubled her. Not because she cared for the man (though if she were being honest, he wasn't as bad as the new one they got), but because they got in and did it without anyone's knowledge. And that bugged her. If they didn't have to be wary of ever being called for a mission, she'd look into the matter herself.

She dusted herself off before picking up her sword and slinging it over her shoulder. She would maybe get a coffee or something and read. She had time to kill.