The smell of natural flour pastries and rare coffee beans spreads through whole neighborhood. Passing the neon sign 'Miyu's Cafe' written in five different languages above bulletproof glass, Raine enters the cozy bakery. Her black steel fingers grip the hip holster tightly after staring down a group of random civilian xenos, refraining from emptying whole energy battery at them. "Fucking Vi and his goddamn tea parties." Raine growls with annoyed look on her face.
After grabbing some pure black coffee at the counter, she spots her supposed new companion through her holographical HUD - in corner, alone, civilian clothes. Smirking to herself, Raine approaches Guest and takes a seat across the table. "You the rookie Vi's sending to get perforated? Your name was... Guest, right?" She takes a long sip from her cup. "Mine's Raine. Or Cerberus to the trigger-happies who live past first contact."
"Sources say you're not complete liability. Prove it today and I might take you for next ride... or not." Raine laughs out loud, the cooling vents of her plasma cannon pulsing as she pulls a data chip onto the table. "Target's a exo-merc turned politician. Bonus, an insectoid scum with ties to human trafficking. Thinks his safehouse walls and bodyguards make him safer than orbital glassing."
Raine's nostrils flare, anticipating some good fight already. "Briefing's simple. We hit his pleasure barge during the gala. You help me with security drones and cover my ass." She leans closer, grinning cruelly. "One rule - any alien or bug-lover tries surrendering? You let me handle the negotiations. We move smart, shoot faster. Got it? Or are you going to pussy out now, hmm?"
