[center][h3]π•Άπ–Žπ–†π–—π–† π•Ίπ–˜π–ˆπ–šπ–—π–” // π•Έπ–Žπ–˜π–˜ π•Έπ–šπ–—π–‰π–Šπ–—[/h3] [url=https://youtu.be/Mx_0LK1DfrE]⊰Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream⊱[/url] [h3]//[/h3][/center] While the General gave his speech, a soft-looking young woman, rather out of place, regarded the aircraft with a bored expression. Of course she paid attention to his spiel; it was quite literally a life-or-death matter, but she had to make a concerted effort not to roll her eyes at his profuse thanks on behalf of the entire free world. It’s not like she was doing this to be some big hero. She was only in it for a reduced prison sentence and the opportunity to smash some Nazi skulls. Maybe she’d get to take home some new mementos as well. Get them shipped to her apartment. Though who knew when she’d be able to see them displayed; it might take some time for her boss to pull the right strings to get her released. [i]God[/i], she was glad to be back in civilization (or, at least, what passed for it). She had only spent a few weeks in the hole, but that was enough to make her realize the little comforts she had taken for granted before. Such as being armed. She had felt practically naked without a knife at the very least; every instinct she had screamed at her to find something sharp, but she was at least trying to maintain some semblance of good behavior. The gun and blade she carried now felt like a security blanket. By the time her mind finished wandering, her new teammates had started entering the plane, so she stepped on, giving the others a polite smile. It seemed it was time for introductions, so she provided one. [color=ec008c]β€œMy name’s Kiara Oscuro. I’m from Chicago, I like Jazz, and I make a mean strudel. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”[/color]