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Adrastreia Tsukino
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Don't you dare look out your window darling,xxxxxxEverything's on fire.xxxxxxxxxxxxThe war outside our door keeps raging on.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBroken clocks,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFading lives,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd the Midnight Crew,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHere to play their hand.Adrastreia stepped out of her bedroom and padded across the fancy wood floor of her penthouse apartment to the large windows of her living room. She looked across the sprawling cityscape with a critical eye. Tonight would signal the beginning of the end for the Rozarrio mafia. Tonight the city's leading information broker would finally give her what she needed to hunt down the boss. Logically, she knew that the broker was going to give the Rozarrio boss info on her as well, but she wasn't terribly worried about that.
She had to wonder what was going on in that bosses head. Agents connected to him have been killing random innocent civilians all over New York. Adarastreia had been the lieutenant of a small time gang back when the old boss was around. Back then the Rozarrio's weren't nice, but at least they had ethics. She didn't know if this change was because of a schism inside the organization or if that was really the way the boss wanted to run things. She was going to find out, though.
At any rate she should be going. She wouldn't want to give the information broker any reason to break their deal. She stopped to take one last look at herself in the mirror. Her dress had specially designed so she could detach the skirt, revealing the pair or slacks beneath, in case the s**t hit the fan. She was also armed with hidden sets of throwing needles. The needles were her specialty and she was highly accurate with them and could drop an opponent while they were still underestimating her. She sighed at her strait dark brown hair. It was being nice today. Usually it was a mass of tangled strands that drove her insane. Her mother had told her how much she loved Adrastreia's hair just before she died of cancer ten years ago, and now she couldn't bring herself to getting the mess chopped off.
Later, as she mingled through the crowds of famous people and journalists she was wishing she'd put her hair into a ponytail at the very least. The museum was over heating with the amount of people and sweat was sticking to her back. "Miss Tsukino? We're ready for you." a nondescript man whispered to her as he walked by. She nodded to show she had heard and headed towards the elevator that would lead to the meeting place. Two of her crew were flanking her on either side, but she waved them off.
"You know the conditions of this meeting, boys. Stay here and keep and eye on things." The two looked at each other questioningly until Adrastreia glared and continued on to the elevator.
