[hr][h1]JAMES PORTER[/h1][hr]

James continued through the hall, now more focused on trying to find his target. That little electrical stunt earlier made him wary of the people around him. He looked at all the jubilant faces around him, once again he found himself thinking, [i]'how nice it must be to be ignorant of the shadows around you.'[/i]

He moved towards the infirmary, perhaps the shards of glass might've wounded his target. If she was there then it would be no problem. All he'd have to do is wait at the entrance. But with each passing moment, he was beginning to find interest in the people around him. There was that one questionable french woman from earlier, she was making quite the racket. Then there was that smooth talking Mughal and a tiny German girl. There were even people from the New World, Incas and the like. These were all people he saw before bumping into the one Miss Yun. But this diversity made it all the more difficult to find that one person he so desperately needed to fulfill his mission.

To make matters worse, it seems more and more people were taking to dancing. [i]'Damn it, I really don't want to dance, not now. Where the hell is this damned target!?'[/i]

Lost in his thoughts, he would not realize that in that moment, he would've reached the infirmary and have its doors slam into his face and sending his poor top hat flying once again. "OUCH!-"

He quickly subdued his innermost rage and tried to react normally, picking his hat off the floor - again.

"Could you please not swing the door like that willy-nilly good sir! That hurt quite a bit!"

In that moment, James dignity and pride were hurt. Any other day - any other assignment this would've resulted in a beating, but not here. Not now.

[sub][@SgtEasy][/sub]