Entrance Post.
There is nothing particularly unordinary about the young woman who walks into the bar.
(Unless you consider an ankle holster, a set of throwing knives, and a few other deadly and injury-causing weapons strapped to her person out-of-the-ordinary.)
What feels strange to her, though, isn't all that. The weapons? They're just like a second skin - but not quite. Not really. This face of hers is the new part, and it's going to take some time before she can learn to recognize herself in the mirror.
Now, of course, the question becomes: where the hell is she?
[ tiny tag: agent 99 ]
(Unless you consider an ankle holster, a set of throwing knives, and a few other deadly and injury-causing weapons strapped to her person out-of-the-ordinary.)
What feels strange to her, though, isn't all that. The weapons? They're just like a second skin - but not quite. Not really. This face of hers is the new part, and it's going to take some time before she can learn to recognize herself in the mirror.
Now, of course, the question becomes: where the hell is she?
[ tiny tag: agent 99 ]