#roguemimicry

A pretty price had been laid down for her newest mission. Oh how much the small pharmacies would pay to have what the larger corporations could afford. Just a sample was requested - only one vial. The mission was so simple for such an experienced soldier and it paid well. 

This was the reason she had been on a midnight train to Nice, France. Unloading from the train about three hours later, Karena flagged down a cab and changed into her gear in the back seat as the driver took her to her destination. She paid the man as he pulled up to the closed facility, adding in a hefty tip for keeping his mouth shut about what he had seen. 

Karena pulled two Glocks from the duffle bag she had brought with her, loaded them, and started toward the building. Her first order of business - take out all outside surveillance. They would never see her coming. She approached just a bit closer, aimed -- shot out each camera. She infiltrated the facility, taking out those, as needed, who stood in her way. 

Reaching the labs at basement level, Lupo assassinated two unsuspecting scientists busy at work. She carefully stepped over their dead bodies, boots clicking along the tiled flooring. She examined the samples and places each carefully into a padded briefacase. Slender digits the wrapped around the handle and lifted it. 

Crash! Lupo's head whipped around to find that a few empty vials and flasks had been knocked to the floor and shattered there. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, ears peeled for even a morsel of sound. 

Breathing...