[center][h3][color=39b54a]Emily, or #2[/color][/h3]
[u]Fort Hood, Texas, January 23rd.[/u] [/center]

	Emily scratched idly at her balaclava as the pleasant red mist filled the room. Maybe there was someone in the house that was getting shit murdered out of them right now- but she couldn't tell if there was. All she did was press the button. At least if she killed someone with her hands there was a bit of closure. This was just...annoying! What was this thing for? Hopefully Antoine would give her the answers she wanted later. Even though she had disappointed him earlier. Which was- why- who cares what he thinks? Whatever! It didn't matter. 

	Watching Akira stumble out of the room, Emily couldn't help but smirk a bit. There was always something satisfying about someone getting a taste of their own medicine. Something inherently karmic about it. Antoine's voice crackled inside her communications device. [color=39b54a]"Alrighty, Antoine."[/color] She responded dutifully, making her way much more gracefully than the smaller girl out of the house. For a moment she cast a backwards glance at the gas spewing device. Well, it's not like Emily's fingerprints were in any databases. But the machinations of her handler's handlers were obsfucated and impossible to understand for someone like Emily. Emily only ever got pieces of pieces of the full picture. Only the littlest glimpse at the truth of whatever their grander goal was. So something like this was simply out of her grasp to be able to understand. A gas device in a quiet house in a military base in north Texas. Why? Who? The promised child would never know. Blinking these frustrating thoughts away, the shrub roses gratiously parted while Emily closed the window behind herself. Jogging over to the road to meet Akira and Antoine, she tried to push whoever was inside that house of her mind.

	[color=39b54a]"Why didn't you just ask me to press the button if you were going to get sick from that stuff?"[/color] The tattooed creature jibed the smaller girl. 

	[color=39b54a]"I mean, I've known some repulsively strong perfumes in my time, but personally that stuff wasn't so bad. But if your tastes disagreed with it so much, she could'a just asked me. Personally, I thought it was nice."[/color] She continued, smiling ever so slightly. Nervously she made her way over to the car, not sure if she should take off her ski mask or not. So she just lowered her head and turned away from the rest of the base, trying to act casual. This was nuts. They were one of the worst possible places to commit an assassination- or whatever the hell that was back there.