Black Cat sat and observed as each of the others arrived at the coffee shop, filing their faces away for memory. Hm, one was hiding his appearance with magic. That one was smart. It would need to be able to identify the other assassins during the attack, but two out of three would be fine. The third one would be the one that wasn't the other two. Simple enough. After the meeting, when the last of the hired killers had gone, Black Cat slipped from its hiding place and to the floor. After indicating its acceptance of the task and claiming its pay, the spirit-hybrid walked right out the front door like a normal person, its black skin quickly melting into the dark night’s shadows. It couldn’t very well have taken the money with it going through the wall.

[b]At E3…[/b]
Eise was nervous, but that was hardly unusual. He’d always had distaste for what he did. Kuro muted that part of his mind. Black Cat, covered from head to tail in smooth obsidian-black skin, didn’t plan to make the jobs of the other three killers easy. Laying both palms on the smooth concrete of the building’s wall, it felt the magic that protected the building. Circling around the wall, it found the delivery gates at the back of the buildings. A solid blow and some delicate cuts made short work of the steel gates. A few sparks of magic shot out as it came in contact with the killer’s blue claws, but Black Cat ignored those. The magic protecting the place wouldn’t get in its way. 

It slipped inside, finding itself in a large open space filled to the ceiling with piles of crates and boxes. Many were empty, their contents on display on the main floor. Storage. The stack closest to the gate had collapsed when he had punched it, making navigating through the room from where he was difficult. Black Cat leaped onto the ceiling and crossed the large room that way, slipping onto the wall and out the door. A dull hallway ran from the delivery site to the showroom. it made its way to the main space, the hired assassin was disappointed to see that someone else had already chosen to rampage.

The disappointment vanished in an instant as it saw two people standing together not far away. They stood closer to it than to the two rampaging little girls. And better yet, their attention, like that of everyone else in the room, was completely focused on the carnage. Perfect.

If the two heard the faint purring as Black Cat pounced, the warning still wouldn’t have been enough to react in time. Faster than thought, it had them both immobilized. It had struck from behind, arm reaching around to cover the woman’s mouth, blue claws cutting into the skin of her face, black tail pressing against the bottom of her ribs, threatening to pierce the skin and body at the slightest provocation. The man found himself in a similar situation, Black Cat’s right arm around his body, the claws piercing his chest just above the man’s heart, the thing’s tongue just barely pressing against his neck, the tiny amount of pressure already drawing blood. ArcU’s own defenses now turned to favor the assassin, instant teleportation being the only escape for one of the game makers. Any action from one would lead to the other’s death, assuming they could escape being killed as well. 

If no resistance came, and the game makers did what they should, Black Cat would begin walking backwards towards the door it had entered through, trusting the two to have enough affection for their internal organs to follow his movements. He would use the two game makers like living shields, though the attack had happened so fast it doubted anyone had taken notice already.