War and Sport

(outfit)

Archer sipped her aromatic red wine slowly at the table, her green eyes moving placidly around the fairly busy restaurant. They were all so oblvious- blissfully unaware of their capability of destruction. She, now, would organise the destruction of lives- sell the opportunity for money. People. They did not understand how high their true limits really were.

Placing her glass back on the table, the woman slid out a dagger from the belt around her thigh subtly, and toyed with it idly as she waited for this potential ally- potential enemy, potential customer- to show his face.