By the time she'd found her way back, it was 9:30. Two hours after she'd left. Nina collapsed down on her bed, contemplating on how to attack her target.
"I might have to attack Rose again. Better be prepared just in case." Nina gathered her things and ran through a mental checklist, "Guns, knives, bandages, injection….better bring at least four…." She put her things in a bag, she strapped around her back, a knife strapped to her leg.
Nina fixed her blonde hair in a loose braid don her back. Her purple outfit caressing her body, fitting it tightly. She sighed as she locked the door behind her.
When Nina arrived at the building, handgun held close to her body, she walked ever carefully only to notice that again there were no guards. "Now I know there's trouble," she mumbled to herself.
"Oh really?" chuckled a voice from behind.
Nina whipped around, her hair flying over her shoulder as she turned. She pointed her gun at the figure standing before her.
"Now, you wouldn't really want to do that, would you, Ms. Williams?" Strands of red hair blew in the breeze.
Nina looked on her with eyes as cold as the sky was cloudy and dark.
The girl's voices chuckled again, "You didn't really believe all that was said this morning, did you?"
"Why'd you do it Rose?" Nina asked after a few moments of silence.
"It's simple, isn't it, Nina?" she laughed again. "They told me what you did."
"And what is it that you've heard I did?"
"You killed Jun Kazama."
"Lighting a fire is not my style, Rose."
"No one said how she died. You would only know if you were the one who did it." It was hard to tell in the lighting but Nina could tell Rose was smirking.
"Everyone in the tournament knows about it. Look, I don't have time for this right now." Nina walked into the building to see the empty rooms yet again. But something struck her in the back of the head. Her mind was flooded with black.