The shuttle bounced as it descended to the planet's surface, bobbing through the events of entering the atmosphere. The shuttle had five Zenohunt marines inside, as well as one girl that looked entirely out of place in her civilian clothes. Every so often, the girl would see a marine take a glance at her, and then go on whispering to the marine next to him. They were all wondering why such a girl was on board a military shuttle, however they did not question it, especially not with the annoyed glare of their sergeant which shot their way every time they decided to speak about her.
The admiral had overdone it a little. While there had been normal cabins free, it had appeared that she was assigned the VIP cabin on the way to this planet, Derberus. Instead of most of her clients, when Cyan had been contacted by a Zenohunt fleet admiral and offered money for taking out a target, she had worked for a few favours, which she knew would come in a lot more handy than some cash. Being able to ask a Zenohunt admiral for a few things (within reason, of course), that was much more of a prize than a few jumps of the decimal point in Cyan's bank account.
So, when Cyan had contacted the admiral, asking for transport to the planet Derberus, he had sent an encrypted message back, stating that she could board the UZF Moonquester, that had happened to be passing the planet that she had been on at the time. It had been a stroke of luck, as waiting for a ship could mean that she would be terribly late for... What she was supposed to attend.
"Thank you for flying with Moonquester airlines. Please take all thermonuclear devices with you. All such devices left behind will be taken and transferred to the next bomber flight, who will deposit of them. Thank you."
Cyan couldn't help but giggle a little at the pilot's announcement, making a few of the marines glance at her and smile. Even their sergeant couldn't help but give a little smile at her cute giggle. As the tail ramp eased open, Cyan exited the shuttle and made her way at a light jog into the building awaiting her, waving goodbye to the marines as they went their own way. Outside of the building, she found a terminal, and quickly memorized a map of the local area before heading to her destination; The police building.
The Zenohunt girl began jogging again, the building not that far away. As she made her way toward it, she couldn't help but notice how horrible the place was. Hoodlums on every street corner, a man with a purse running away from someone, and she even saw someone at knifepoint in an alleyway: She quickly ran past, not wanting to be included in such matters.
Finally, after around half an hour, plus leaving someone covered in scratches, and someone else with a fair few bruises (thanks to her snapstick), Cyan had arrived at her destination. She stared up at the building, before looking back down. Perhaps the reason she had almost (well, almost was a complete overstatement) been mugged twice, probably raped if they had gotten the better of her, was the fact that she looked like a nice, innocent, cute cat girl in her cute clothing. Strangely enough, that was the way she liked it. If she looked all cute and innocent, she would be underestimated by her foes.
A smile on her face, the Zenohunt strolled toward the entrance of the police station, walking in and glancing around, trying to figure out where to go. Probably the meeting room, as she had been informed in the message she had received what felt like forever ago. She began her stroll by walking toward a completely randomly chosen door, and opening it, walking in. Apparently, it appeared to be the right way, as there were weren't any civilians in here, by the look of it. She continued walking, searching all the doors, looking for a meeting room.
It seemed that being innocent had it's disadvantage, as a police officer walked toward her, looked her up and down before asking, "Miss, are you meant to be here?" Cyan looked up and stared at him for a few moments, before nodding. "Yes. I am here for a meeting. Or have I gotten the wrong time." The police officer looked her up and down once again, his face looking grim. Clearly, he knew about the meeting, but was wondering why such an innocent lady was going to it. "The meeting room is this way," the officer finally says, turning and walking toward a doorway, which had a lady who looked half-metal beside it. He opened the door, and held it open as she stepped in. "Thank you," She says to the officer, before taking a seat. She now went silent, eyeing the woman sitting down and the snake-like other in the room.
