[center][h1][color=#bb61f2]Sophia Ward[/color][/h1][/center]
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Sophia litened to the briefing. Their target was a terrorist, using a powerful anima. Those types are usually relying on their anima and are next to useless without it. Sophia's mind was already thinking of ways to separate the target from their anima, or possibly to break the anima itself. Though, it being a staff, might be easier said than done. Sophia's train of thought was interrupted.

[b][Color=#0047AB]"He never said alive or dead, do you think it matters?"[/Color][/b]

Sophia turned to see that beside her, was the crazy from the train. Well, they were going to be co-workers and teammates now. Better at least talk about this assignment with her.

[b][Color=#bb61f2]"Alive's always better than dead. Alive can talk. But it's not worth risking our own necks if we get a clear shot and it's them or us."[/Color][/b] Sophia turned to the woman [b][Color=#bb61f2]"You killed before?"[/Color][/b]

[b][Color=#0047AB]"Once or twice, I find I'm better at telling someone else to pull the trigger. I'm Lucasta Karamazov, and you are?"[/Color][/b]

[b][Color=#bb61f2]"Sophia Ward. Good leader always needs to get their hands dirty once in a while, make an example. Just to be clear, I've killed Agents before. Thought I'd clear the air early. Did you apply, or...?"[/Color][/b]

Lucasta made an awkward sound, caught off guard by that question. [b][Color=#0047AB]"Erm... you could say that. Honestly I'm not so sure what happened, all I know is that I'm here now. Along for the ride. If you've killed agents... why are you here playing the hero?"[/Color][/b]

[b][Color=#bb61f2]"Served twenty years. Come out to a whole new world. Don't really have anything else going on. This line of work suits me a lot more than a desk job would." she'd shrug "I'm too old to play gangster. Won't know how rusty I truly am until I get out there."[/Color][/b]

[b][Color=#0047AB]"Twenty years? You don't look that old? Did you get work done or something..."[/Color][/b]

Sophia took a moment to double check that Lucasta wasn't taking the piss. No, she seemed to believe it. Huh. All Sophia could see when she looked in the mirror was how much she'd changed since the last time she saw a mirror. Guess as women in their fifties went, she wasn't so bad in the grand scheme of things. [b][Color=#bb61f2]"I'm going to go gear up. See you in the transport, Lucasta."[/Color][/b]

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Sophia approached her locker, and sure enough, it opened to her hand alone. Technology really had come a long way in all this time. You used to need bulky hardware and a few seconds to perform a biometric scan, and only the Agents had tech like that. She took out her PDA, and the badge, and stuffed them both into her inside jacket pocket. She left the suit here. That anima could tear through this suit like it was nothing. Clothes that let her blend in would be far more effective armor. Last but not least, an anima. Sophia had never owned an anima before, but upon picking it up, she immediately knew what this one could do and how to use it. If things came to a shootout, this definitely sounded useful for this particular assignment. Without another word she headed straight for the transport, her mind drifting back to how they were going to capture or kill this target.

[@FatPrincess]