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Amera sat behind the desk of her office in the back of her large but seemingly simple Antique shop. She was a tall woman of high class vampire blood, but she threw all that away for the fun of the gang life, so addicted was she that she didn't pick a side. No she was caught in the dead center of the information underground high way. Every gang had members who told her what was going on and the other gangs would by it without care. Sure it was dangerous but she loved the thrill of it all. Long pink hair flowed out behind her as she laid back with closed eyes, yawning as fangs peeked out behind soft lips.
"Nothing is going on!" She was tired of days with no information, not even her other black market was getting business. Her antique place was the only thing busy and she had other workers to deal with that, all of them trained in case the gangs got tired of her.
Sitting up her pink eyes opened and she stood ready to leave when the door to her office opened and a Kappa slipped in.
"Finally what do you have?" The man was nervous but spilled his guts about the dead body and bomb plan before vanishing back out the door and out the back route to the street.
"He's nervous...dammit Ryoma must be getting to them....but Byakko is making a move huh? That leader must be having fun then. Or Kenji is getting tired of the stand still...either way I need to find out more." Getting up she looked at her self in a mirror, a simple pair of tight skinny jeans to show off her nice curved a** and a short shirt to show the flower tattoo on her side, she didn't care if others knew who she was, she liked to be known and as someone you don't mess with...ever.
Leaving the office she let her subordinate know she was leaving. Grabbing a jacket she was out the door ready to head into Byakko territory to find what she needed, someone to spill more details on why this started. If she knew that she could get plenty of blood.
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