’ I left and went into the kitchen. I was worried that the visitor would see me dressed, and as I had no idea who they were would I know them, was... this going to be humiliating for me? As I only had 2 hours to get the meal ready I got to work preparing the food, I was used to cooking it was one thing that I did on a regular basis anyway, but I did find my feet were not in a lot of discomfort, I began to question why women wore high heels when they were on their feet all day, they were so. She was led on a merry dance through the memories, weaving in and out of nebulous memory clouds, as they plunged ever deeper into the assassin’s subconscious. Running around a cluster of memories, Alyssa came to an abrupt halt, as she nearly ran into the black-haired girl standing next to a cloudy memory.The girl was Asian, with long black hair, and a gaunt, grief-stricken face. She looked up at the shield surrounding Alyssa, and held out her hands, opening them as one would mime opening a. Let me use this time to tell you a little more about myself. Born and raised in Western Pennsylvania, I went to a really small school. I was really athletic, and that could be seen easily. I was 6’2”, 210 lbs. of muscle with dark brown hair that was always cut short. I worked outdoors during the summer, so I had a nice tan. However, I was as shy as can be. When I wasn’t playing sports, I was always studying for school, trying my best to get a scholarship to get me out of my shitty little. The firing stopped.I pulled up my breeches leg and examined my calf with my fingers. It was not a deep wound, more of a gouge, but it stung like hell, was bleeding and had torn through the side of my boot. "Do you have a shift on?" I asked quietly."Um," she said, "why?" Tear me a long strip. I've got a wound to bandage." Hm, so do I now that you mention it. This nick on my forehead is running down into my eye. I think a stone chip cut me." I heard her ripping cloth and soon had a yard long.