The heels of brown combat boots quietly tapped on the pavement as a girl walked by, the hood of her fluffy black cotton jacket pulled up over her head as shockingly blue eyes scanned the area around her in disgust. The Libertas troops scoured the area like a pack of wolves, keeping everyone in check and in silence. [i]They think they own the place, the dirty wankers.[/i] The dark haired woman was obviously unamused, if not annoyed, by their presence rather than fearing them as the rest of the citizens.

The British woman entered a club, a frequented one at that. Not because she herself liked the cigarette smoke filled cavern of a place, but because she often met other rebels around here to discuss their next move. As usual, she was first to the place, clicking her tongue in distaste as she took a table at the very back of the club to await her companion's arrival. "Couldn't they have chosen somewhere that [i]didnt[/i] reek of shoddy fags* and desperation?" She mumbled under her breath to no one other than herself.

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*'fags' in Britain are cigarettes.