The time has finally come, the day is here.
For eighteen years, Blaire has trained for this moment, barely having any downtime or liberties. Never knowing anything about the world outside the walls of the training center, it's time to experience it. Everyone on her team has a specific skill. Hers happens to be manipulation. The majority of her training focused on strengthening her skills, going from manipulating small children to fully intellectual adults. Of course, they also trained her the basics of fighting, because what's an assassin that can't fight? She knows that she probably won't be doing the actual kill, as her skill is just mental. One of her comrades with the physical skills will perform the actual skill; perhaps it'll be Ian with his archery and stealth, or maybe even Lucius with his guns. They were given a time period, a target, aliases, and a persona. The rest is up to them, and they absolutely cannot fuck this up.
For their first mission, they'll be sent back to 1942, in the midst of World War II. She puts on her Nazi uniform
, binds her breasts, and pulls her hair into a tight bun, hidden under her hat. She is the first to arrive in the time travel room, where they will all be hooked up to a machine and will be transported back to Nazi Germany. They're all going undercover as Nazi soldiers, and are being sent to kill a Nazi scientist, Sigmund Rascher. Blaire's alias is Erik Slabach. The females of the group have to pretend to be males due to the sexist nature of the time period. Alone she stands in this room, waiting for her peers. She doesn't question her actions, she doesn't question the killing or the manipulating or anything. All she knows is that this is a very important moment and she can't fuck it up.