[center][color=6ecff6][h3]Alejandra Jones[/h3][/color][/center]

[color=6ecff6]“Very well,”[/color] she replied to the decision. [color=6ecff6][i]“Now to the Sparks… ”[/i][/color]

There was a slight relief that came over her as the target was chosen, then after left confused on to why she felt that. [i] Am I… anxious?[/i] Missions were truly a thrill to execute and targets weren’t too much to handle. But, had the hunt finally got to her? What was so different from this case from the other cases? She massaged her temple and sighed, [i]thinking too much doesn’t help anyway.[/i]

Lifting her head, Alejandra couldn’t help but listen to the grumbling of her partner latina, Raissa. Training the ear did have its benefits as a skill, though she would hate being accused of being nosy or intrusive. She chuckled at the odd rambling, seeing how quite well their personalities contrasted but didn’t seem to clash when in conversation. At least she served as a good distraction. 

Alejandra looked back to the large monitor in curiosity on to which vehicle they would drive. The choice was admirable, its appearance seeming to be polished to a shine with great care. [color=6ecff6]“Es una pena,”[/color] she sighed. She hoped the owner would be able to find it… in one piece. Sure, she could trust Randy with the wheel better than the others, but what more of this ghost’s driving? She was set on getting the job done quickly. 

Though the many worries of the task at hand, she was still intrigued the old vehicle. Never once had she seen such an antique in her lifetime, she being the [i]newest[/i] of the eight. The most she had seen of a vehicle were her homeland’s artillery trucks that would constantly raid and kill the indigenous and peasants on a common basis. On foot, Alejandra had crossed the Mexican border with her family,  never then owning a car until she and her siblings earned enough money to afford one. Due to her then inexperience, she’d hire others to drive for her in fear she’d hurt herself. 

[color=6ecff6]"One of these days..."[/color] she murmured in dissatisfaction.