She tapped her fingers to the tune of the piano, the singer was pretty good, his voice was laidback and rich. It resonated through the pub, the sound cheerful and relaxed. She managed a smile. It was good to be in the sun again, good to not be wearing heavy coats. She was on Mars and Mars was on the peak of its summer. She knew that she wasn't suppose to be here where anyone could find her, but they would hesitate on her motive, suspicious on her choice of destinations. She would be safe for awhile. Atleast until she had a tan, then she would leave. It was a reckless move on her part but she was getting sick of being watched and followed all the time. She had realized that a lot of people are trying to reach her. Either it was the syndicate or someone else. Each of them canceling eachother out because they recognized eachother, neither wanting to blow eachothers cover. It was all fine for her. Heck, she was all for it. Less trouble for her. Now if they have to follow her around, she might as well enjoyed it, besides neither group seems to want any trouble, they were just watching, listening, waiting. For what she had no idea but as long as they were only watching she could relaxed, could even think of them as her own pack of body guards. She chuckled. She would be pissed if she was out on a bounty, but she was all good for now.

She tapped the bar to signal the bartender and she smiled at him and her little heart fluttered when he had almost dropped most of what he was trying to mixed when he looked at her. She knew she was looking her best. The red slinky dress was sleeveless and backless. The color was so rich that it showed off the color of her hair, the paleness of her skin. Her lips and fingernails were painted the same shade of red. Her hair streamed down her back and when she moved she gave glimpes of her back. The collar was modest however, a halter top that showed no cleavage what so ever, but she didn't need to show any. She was a knock out just as she was. She had missed the attention of men, and she was getting lots of it now. She ordered for a bloody mary and when she turned around on her seat she caught the eye of a man that immediately looked the other way. Correction, boy not man, he was still in his late teens, long and well muscled. And well trained, she had caught the shape of the gun under his coat, and the way he moved showed atleast one martial arts training. He was a pro, but young. The others around him was not, she caught his eye and she lifted her glass in a little salute. She smiled when his face flushed a painful red. His face was even redder when one of his collegues said something to him. Bet it was something scathing. She watched as one of them slowly nodded to her, she nodded back. He was tall, chinese looking, his hair was drawn in a pony tail, it was straight and black. There was no smile on his face, no light in his eyes. She took one look at him and had known in a matter of seconds that he was Syndicate, which one she didn't know. She was hoping it wasn't the one she was thinking. But not much luck on that.

He watched her as he took careful steps towards her while she watched his hands. In her line of work the eyes could always lie. It was the hands that killed. He moved slowly and precise, his hands cupped loosely at his side, the palms faced towards her showing he was unarmed and meaning no harm. She almost snorted. She breathed slowly and crossed her legs. She leaned her elbows on the bar. Her right fingers brushing her right thigh. The one where her gun was strapped on. If she needed it, she could draw it in a matter of seconds. He was coming nearer and nearer and she was starting to get nervous. He stopped at a respective distance and watched her silently with dark eyes. Faye jolted when she realized that he was watching her with curiosity, even with a bit of fascination. That made her want to frown but she held on to her impassive face. He stood a solid one meter from her and after a good steady eye contact, he took a step forward. Just one. He was treating her with respect, with caution. Either he knew who she was, which is likely, or he was told to do so, which is likely, too. So she merely waited for him to confirmed what she had figured out.

" Faye Valentine, I am Shin a member of the Red Dragon Syndicate. We are honored that you have come to one of our establishments. Frankie." The bartender glanced nervously at the man infront of her. " Whatever she has in on the house." Frankie nodded.

" We hope you enjoyed your stay and be willing to accept our leaders invitation later on tonight." She looked at him and sighed as she slid off the bar stool and smoothed her skirt over her legs, the dress slid and caressed her skin like an old lover. It was expensive, sexy and classy, just the way she wanted to looked tonight. He was still watching her. It was going to happen sooner or later, he knew it, she knew it. Everybody knew it. So who was she to delay the inevitable?

" No, I don't think so, but thanks for the free drinks." Faye smiled brightly and winked at him. Her seven inch stiletto heels clicked sharply on the cold marble floors, her hips swaying with the music and laughter in her voice.

She was Faye Valentine, thats who.