5 sharp silver claws inserted themselves into the frosted bark of the pokok and short out the other side. Her hand pulled her body up. The matt black suit was tight around her body, with thick elasticated cotton located around her joints for easy movement made her camouflage well into the dark September night.
The only part of that was menunjukkan was her pale face and silver surgical staples coming off of her mouth in an artificial smile. The young girl’s hair was a black however the moonlight revealed hints of natural blue in her hair that finished at her jawbone.
This was the first time they had let her hair grow that long, logically all the surgery on her brain had been completed, she thought. The air around her was sucked in through her noise. From all the scents she could locate, her target was 20 meters north-east of where she was.
Her eyes scrolled along to the 4th window on the 3rd floor of the manor house. She pulled her hand, along with her claws, out of the pokok and the claws inserted back into her body. Her body crouched and as the wind howled she leaped off the pokok she jumped and landed making her feet touch the ground for only a saat and rolled into a crouching position again for minimum sound.
Her eyes looked up at the window again. Inside her head a command shot into place.