A young woman was sitting at the table, around her stacks of books and reports. She could pass as an everyday college student, but she is not. This young woman dressed in skintight black leather crop top, that barely covered her above average breast and showed her thin belly and wore skintight black leather pants. The outfit covered in military grade button size ceramic, shins, thighs, biceps and chest covered with the same material. And over the dark leather material military grade plastic pads around elbows and knees.
A murmuring of voices just out of hearing range. Three men were talking, laughing about the night before.
"fuck, she was awesome!" A young man chuckled, shaking his head. "The way she went through them." He brought his hands up, stroking his fingers through his hair. "Hot knife through butter."
The other two men nodded in agreement.
"That's nothing…" A second replied, "the village mission. Now that was something. 100 kills."
A third man nodded, "10 years that's how long we have served Academy city. Hound dogs and the she demon."
They laughed as they continued walking down the hallway.
She made a sour expression on her face, lifting her eyes up from the report.
"Ass holes." She spoke in a voice hard as stone. "He would bring that up."
She blew out a breath, closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. Thinking about last night's mission.
A small magical cabal had infiltrated the city. Taking advantage of the surveillance upgrade. Under the cover of a magical invisible cloak, made their way to the industrial section of Academy city. Unfortunately, Academy city psychics had tuned into the group of individuals. Five of them, three men and two women. No one over the age of 18.
They had tracked them to a certain warehouse. Confronted them and they refused to surrender, opting to fight.
She opened her eyes, shaking her head. Her eyes dimmed remembering the carnage.
Five dead, no survivors. Her team of four didn't get a scratch.
"Magic users…" She shook her head as she scoffed.
The cell phone rang. The tone was a simple ringer, having gotten rid of all her unprofessional habits opting for a more disciplined lifestyle.
She looked at the cylinder -shaped phone, vibrating on the table between a few reports she had finished reading hours ago. She reached over, taking the tube of lipstick size phone and pulled a transparent film from inside the tube.
"It's me!" She spoke, sounding very annoyed.
"sssorry…" A young woman's voice cracked, "bbut you said to notify you when it was time."
"Fine." She shook her head, quickly disconnecting the call. She slammed the phone on the table. The table shook as books and reports shifted. A small stack of five books tumbled, spilling sliding across the table.
"I hate that smug bitch." She growled, pushing the chair back as she stood up, snatching the cell phone and slipped it into her compartment filled belt. She took a breath, bent over and adjusted the straps holding twelve-inch-long metallic spikes around her thighs. Then Kuroko Sharai teleported out of the door less room.
