Aniya stepped out of the car sent to drive her the last leg of her trip and paused to smooth out her suit jacket before retrieving her bags. She thanked the driver in her heavily accented English once she had everything and headed inside the nondescript paint shop. The click of freshly polished shoes against the floor signaled her approach and her choice of clothing drew a curious glance from the man behind the counter who she presumed to be Mr. Cheng as she gave him a nod and continued past him. The assassin usually traveled more discreetly but she also didn't want to pass up the chance to make a solid first impression with her new associates. She'd even had her suit dry cleaned just for the occasion. Her immaculate makeup and hair made her seem more ready for a board meeting than organized crime but she wouldn't be there punching in the numbers from the recording if she wasn't good at what she did. And she was [i]very[/i] good at what she did.

Down the stairs she went with her bags in tow and stared puzzled at the hand print scanner. Out of curiosity she placed her hand on the sensor and snatched her hand back when she was granted access. For the first time since this all began she was starting to question what she had really got herself into. Who just has access to hand prints? She had never even had her finger prints taken (years of diligence and almost obsessive care on her part) never mind her entire hand print. The sudden bolt of paranoia was soon pushed aside as she couldn't help but be impressed with what she saw beyond the door. All the electronics and equipment couldn't have been even remotely cheap. Clearly the Senior was a very wealthy and well connected individual. Not that she was any stranger to such a person, but this one had quickly proven himself a different breed than the common corrupt politician or crooked business person. At the bottom of the stairs Aniya spotted another woman lounging, apparently waiting for the rest of her team and started to ponder which skill set her new, rather grim looking friend possessed. She smiled as arranged her bags in a somewhat empty corner of the room. Her accent was thick but intelligible as she spoke.
[color=f26522]"Only one? Is this where I find out everything was elaborate trap and you are police officer?"[/color] she joked.
Hopefully her attempt at an icebreaker would land otherwise she feared the wait for the rest of the crew might be a bit awkward.