Feeling the roar of the engine under her, and the wind blowing past her helmet never got old. Zigzagging between cars, going off the road into alleys, the never ending loop of adrenaline was just what she needed to start off her job. Eventually of course, she would reach her desired destination. Kicking down the kickstand of her motorcycle and taking the keys, she was quick to dismount and remove her helmet, walking with hastened pace into a fairly regular building, from the terrace where she managed to land her vehicle on.

Tobacco smoke and gloominess only interrupted by neon lights greeted her inside. “Can’t help yourself huh? Quite the show you put out there, almost makes me think you want us found out.” A man inside said, his feet kicked over a large expensive mahogany desk while he smoked a Habano; he shook it lightly over an ashtray. Placing a hand on her hip and staring back at him, the woman replied. “Just enjoying this a little bit, can’t be all serious about hunting those silly things can we?” She said as she took one of the documents laid on the table, perfectly placed to let her know it was for her. Her faint smile vanished as she focused on the document, quickly reading through all its contents.

“Hm, that’s it? Alright boss, consider it done.” She said, mocking a salute as she went downstairs, the man continuing to enjoy his cigar as the woman descended into the bowels of the city. Winding paths and strange geometrical aberrations awaited her, being swiftly dealt with, as was routine. As she traversed the inverted staircases and swirling pipes she checked her weaponry. A duffel bag on her back was brought forwards, opened, and examined. The first was her knife, a special resonant uranium self sharpening blade, useful for cutting things, hard and soft, flesh or tool steel. Its modular construction allowed it to deform, splitting into smaller triangles and automatically changing its geometry as to accommodate for the wielder’s desires. Nimble and deadly, she would be able to drive it like a quill on paper even without her extensive cybernetic enhancements.

Dropping down, she used the blade to slow down her fall, generating another ravine onto a long shaft wall, long abandoned yet still useful for entering the underground city. Feeling the wind blow past her and knowing it would take a few moments for her fall to be over, she moved on to her rifle. With a chrome finish, black matte polymer grip, hand-guard, and stock, a ceramic barrel, and a rosary wrapped around its front, her rifle was her second weapon choice in case things got heated. Over-pressure electrothermal-chemical telescoped case-less munitions were loaded in place of its regular 7.62x51mm rounds. The modified Galil ACE 52 had both electronic and regular mechanical components, making for a deadly mix of mechanical reliability and the ease of use granted by a fully integrated computerized firing system. Each round was made of mercury-silver amalgam with an outer aluminum jacket. The white bullets would spell doom for any demon particularly sensible to its holy might; even the capacitors used to fire the rifle had holy electrolytic fluid.

Landing with a thud, the woman continued further in. “Alright-” Saving her weapons, she sneaked past the same distracted receptionist and went into the hotel. “Oh right, I should wear these-” She thought to herself as she put on a pair of red horns bought from a local dollar store, their built-in systems immediately generating a disguise for her, adding a programmable tail and allowing the horns to glow red. “No, not that color, it sucks.” She said to herself, stepping into the elevator and using the time it took to get her to her desired location to make both the tail and horn a hot pink. “Much better.” And then stepped out. In spite of not needing a disguise, she really loved the pink horns and the color options.

Other than that, her attire consisted of black military boots, a camouflage service jacket with a small ‘Castañeda’ tag on it, a white shirt, and light gray cargo pants. Considering the strange atmosphere of the bar, the loud music, and flashing lights, she did not even need to blend in at all. [i]“Now all I’ve gotta do is find that lard-ass demon.”[/i] She thought, looking around aimlessly as if expecting her target to suddenly materialize. Without clues, the search would take quite a while, the human woman walking amongst the sin and opulence of the demons and some humans for what felt like a good few minutes. She checked the booths, waited, and finally followed her target to a bathroom.

She made quick work of the demon, only hearing him say. “Selena-!” Before she slit his throat with her special blade and placed him in one of the many stalls inside the bathroom. Locking the door, she sat atop the corpse of the fat orange skinned demon and scanned his memories with a modified Nokia 9110. [i]“That looks familiar.”[/i] She mumbled, looking at the reconstruction of a strange succubus, a high value target that could perhaps bring her closer to a proper big hit. [i]“Right, I know what I’m doing this evening.”[/i] And with a smile, exited the bathroom, leaving the dead demon and going over to the booths she was at earlier.

Surely by waiting for a bit the snow haired succubus would come out and she would be able to interact with her. Without blood on weapons on her she was sure it would not seem suspicious at all.