[b][color=00a651]Fuka Nakano
March 13th, 2014
Malta International Airport[/color][/b]


[color=00a651]"Well consider your mission accomplished. From what I hear, that thing's a wreck destined for the junk heap."[/color]

Fuka snickered at the black humor, even as she sized Kat up like a tiger encountering a rival. It was just second-nature at this point, she analyzed people who seemed dangerous and broke them down into compartments. Kitten was immense, an inch taller than Fuka herself and broad as all hell to boot. It wasn't a body type suited to long rucks or rapid insertion raids but there was no doubt that she could throw a punch...and take one as well, judging by her looks. Like she said, Kat had been chewed up long before she arrived in Malta.

Some of the details had been beyond Fuka's reach but the gist was all there in the personnel files. Rich girl from the royals got kidnapped by the Commie Mob and then bounced around the world in the aftermath of the Heavenfall, lost her eye and gained a bunch of scars and somewhere along the way she got saved by Heartbreak. Depending on how you looked at it, she was either incredibly lucky or unlucky. 

Her scars were more impressive looking, but it wasn't like Fuka was any slouch in that department. The reconstructive surgery she had done (really more for her parent's sake than her own) left telltale marks speckled across her cheek and brow-and of course she was down an arm. 

[color=00a651]"Speaking of scars, I've got an insensitive question. Do you ever feel your eye? Rather, do you feel it hurt even though it's gone?"[/color]

Her arm plagued her even now. She could feel pins-and-needles as if she had merely slept on it, the sensation so vivid that she would have sworn there was still flesh and blood under the mechanical casing. Some days she woke up and was momentarily surprised to find nothing but a stump. 
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[b][color=6ecff6]Ximena Huang
March 13th, 2014
Malta International Airport[/color][/b]

[color=6ecff6]"I forgot you speak Mandarin in Singapore."[/color] Ximena noted, retrieving her lighter and a half-smoked cigarette. She paused to light the stub, taking the smoke into her lungs before letting it pass through her nose. [color=6ecff6]"Guess that means I can't shittalk behind your back."[/color]

Her own crooked grin had widened, Jefe already moving for the door. 

[color=6ecff6]"I've never been here before, but Google tells me we're four klick away from the biggest city on the island so I'm sure we can figure it out. You wanna walk, or see about renting scooters?"[/color]

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