WHO: Hit-Girl and The Pro
WHERE: Between The Porter and the MAC
WHEN: Earlier today.
WARNINGS: I don't anticipate Hit-Girl levels of violence. Yet.
SUMMARY: A ten year old assassin and a prostitute team up to find the MAC. That sounds like the opening to a bad joke
FORMAT: Should be standard prose.
Mindy was standing outside of the building where the porter was. She was still covered in blood, and with a chill in the air, she couldn't take off her coat. Not that she would. She couldn't use the phone as Mindy, and she couldn't just take her wig off. Not in public. That would be stupid, she'd give away her identity to anyone, and doing it in public would be a shit idea.
She yawned as she kept her hands on her katanas. Waiting, it was the one thing that she hated doing. She had to do something, but there really was nothing that she could do. She wiggled her toes in her boots. She didn't even have anything to change into, either.
This was going to take awhile, and she had a bad feeling she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.