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[h3]St. Peterburgh, Russia
21:00 // JANUARY, 23[/h3]
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Cold.

Russia, was cold. What the hell. Not even her cloak could really keep it all out. Ah, she wanted her warm, humid, little hovel back already. These stone buildings, people, fresh open air...utterly irritated her. She wanted to rip it, watch it all decay, rot into nothing. Urgh, why did she even let these people push her around? Pathetic. She should just eat all of them. They'd probably go good in a stew. Just melt their flesh, rot it away...put it in a pot...

#11 licked her lips as she reached the top of the building.

A nice stew would do wonders for warming her up, wouldn't it? She stared maliciously at the two humans. Heh, they smelled good. Maybe one going missing wouldn't hurt, would it? Heheh, no no, but they'd get mad at her for potentially hurting the mission. Well, at least she was in a semi-good mood imagining how'd they taste sauteed, boiled, and put in a delicious smelling stew. And then the weak looking one had to put her into a bad mood again. He'd be cooked. Alive. Slowly flayed. Roasted? Yes, that sounded delicious.

[color=a36209]"Eeeeeh?"[/color] Eleven was the first to respond, her raspy, dry voice muffled under her mask. Things were they? [color=a36209]"Kahahahaaha! Explosives, huh? They want to use explosives! How primitive. Just let me in there and kill all of them, heheheh!"[/color] She took a few threatening steps forward, a wide, toothy grin under her mask as she stared at the nervous soldier, cocking her head to the side and making an exaggerated motion with her arms. [color=a36209]"I'd clean them up really good. Not a single trace left...gobble every single one of them up, Kahahaha! Not a single,"[/color] She leaned forward more, he could probably smell the stench of decay and rot coming off of her easily now. [color=a36209]"trace left."[/color] She made a wet slurping sound like she was loudly licking her lips as she stared at him.

It did seem like a simple enough task. Too simple, really. Why even be called for something so frivolous?

[color=a36209]"...keh,"[/color] She chuckled, taking a step back. [color=a36209]"You don't worry your delicious little flesh over it. After all, we're made for this sort of work, kahahaha. What do you think, Three? Seems simple enough. Security will be easy."[/color]