Kira slid the blade of her knife across the palm of her hand; the sound of metal catching on flesh was like music to her ears. This blade was sharp. She tested the next one, and it made a similar noise. This one was sharp, too. She tested her last blade. It caught on her hand and tore the skin. As blood trickled from the cut, she flexed her hand, wincing slightly. "Ouch."
She set the throwing knife aside and went to the bathroom to bandage her hand. She'd have to sharpen that blade before she tried that again. She rinsed the cut under warm water. It was shallow and superficial – it would heal quickly. She wrapped a piece of gauze around her palm, tightening it and taping it down. That would be enough. After all, she was only doing a light patrol today.
Kira turned the bathroom light off and took up her blade, sharpening it carefully. The sound of kss, kss as she ran the metal blade against the sharpening tool was almost relaxing. She smiled a bit. She couldn't wait to test these babies on some poor soul out in the Darkness. She was always ready to toss a knife and practice her throwing arm.
"Ghost," she called when she had finished, "Are you ready?" Ghost appeared a few moments later, blinking. "I'm ready if you are," he replied. Kira began to shimmy into her armor, pulling on her boots. "Where do you want to go?" She asked Ghost, as she strapped on her utility belt and hung her grenades on its hooks. She sheathed her knives, looking at Ghost while she put her gloves on.
"You have a bounty to patrol Venus," he clicked, hovering quietly nearby. "Alright," Kira answered, making sure she had everything before she pulled on her cloak. "Let's go." Ghost nodded as best as he could, disappearing to call up Kira's ship. Kira left her apartment, locking the door. She pulled the hood of her cloak up, holding her helmet under one arm as she headed toward the Tower hangar.