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Shevaun's room: A soft violet wallpaper. The room is almost always well lit and clean-most likely because Shevaun never really uses it. There is a medium sized bed to the right of the entrance-white sheets, a white bedspread, and white comforter(seems as if it has never been slept on). On the other side of the room is a round, wooden table with one wooden chair. On the table is a vase of roses, a few notebooks filled to the brim with writing, a pencil & pen case, a red Dell laptop (open and on), and a pair of red-framed glasses. There is a window between the bed and table with the blinds down, but the morning sun shining through in tiny rays. To the right of the window, and to the left of the bed, a wooden dresser sits, a few rounds and a handgun placed neatly on top.

Saila's room: Medium sized, the descent of the roof misshaping the ceiling into a wall. A bed with black covers and a white pillow full of holes sits below a window to the right of the slant. Beside the bed is a rack holding many silver metal trays, full of medical equipment and bloody bandages. The wall opposite the bed holds a low, wide dresser with drawers and clothes hanging out. Her room is poorly kept, but there is nothing unneccessary on the floor. A single lone window has black curtains, covering the light and letting hardly any sunshine in. The concrete floor is cold to the touch, giving the room a less appealing nature. This room is one for somebody with few connections to the outside world.

Shevaun was pretty much ready. She took one last look around at her room and triple checked her belongings. She didn't want to forget anything and have to come back. Making sure she had money to last and enough rounds on her, she took her spare handgun and capsul-just to make sure. She then walked from her room and shut her door. Her flight was at 1:45 and it was about 12:06 according to her pocket watch.

On her way out, she heard the sound of a door closing. Twisting the key, and locking her own; Shevaun leaned her head back.

She spotted the girl a few doors down and thought about greeting her. But it might become too long and drawn out; and she didn't have time for that. She would talk once she got on the plane.
Shevaun checked her door twice and dropped her keys in her coat pocket, clicking down the opposite way.

Mission #1 information

This mission is set in contemporary Japan. Trained assassins by adult male "handlers" have been set out to pass on dangerous drugs and weaponry. Our job is to apprehend all of the henchmen; ceasing their meetings with terrorists and gangsters on behalf of a secretive government agency.

Lance was running late...
Shevaun had told him that the flight was at 1:45, so he needed to make sure he was at the airport before then. It was now 12:17, leaving 1hour and 13minutes to get to the airport and meet up with Sheva'. Would he make it?
...

He grabbed his gear and a few other bags of stuff he thought he might need and bundled it out of his front door, dropping the bags, he fished out his door keys and locked up.
Picking up the bags he ran across the parking lot and shoved the couple bags into the boot of his car before leaping in the drivers seat, throwing his gear onto the passengers side, and tearing off down the road as fast as he could go.

Blaze sits at an airport bar-stool, sipping on a shinny flask, with his back to the north wall giving him a great view of the airports south entrance, the entrance closest to the only international flight gate in the entire airport, the entrance of his target.
This isnt his ideal sort of setting, but his work takes him to many questionable places these days. But money is money, as long as his name is on the check nothing else matters.
Blaze begins to devote himself to thought as time goes by.

15 minutes passed quickly and it was now 12:44. Sheva' was just pulling into the airport's parking lot when she noticed Walker standing near the outside of the southern entrance. She sighed at the fact he got there before her, parking in the closest space available and glancing in her rear view mirror.

She saw a man in a black suit, and black pants. A white undershirt with a black tie, standing near the same entrance Walker was waiting at. He looked extremely familiar and it definetly didn't make her feel easy. Every now and then he would peer over at Walker, then turn away.

They were being followed.

Shevaun swore. Wishing she payed more attention when she was rushing out like this. She jumped from her car and grabbed her belongings; locking her door and triple checking it before heading over to the southern entrance.

"Walker," Shevaun greeted, his first name escaping her memory. "Good afternoon..."
She threw her bag strap over her shoulder and looked towards the stranger; who seemed to be walking into the airport now, he gave her a glance before disappearing.

"...How long have you been out here?"