[i]The armored behemoth and the woman with him were both familiar with such safehouses. SAD used to use them in Amoridia, and then the Valravyn. It was clever, admittedly. The best hiding one could do was in plain sight, blatant for all to see. It appeared that even in the Dojo, the little cleaning shop was uneventful, unnoticed, and generally ignored. That was precisely how they would want it. It was easier to operate like that. The woman who entered was one that some around the Dojo had come to know by a different name. That was always a good rule of thumb for killers and espionage agents. Never throw around your real name. Callsigns, false names, false documents. All in the best interest of yourself. Nonetheless, the woman entered the building cooly, looking quite comfortable, despite appearing to have no armor and no weapons on herself. She wore a fur-lined leather jacket and tight jeans with a pair of combat boots, the cold not something she quite enjoyed. Her hair was up in a bun, and tucked into a beanie. Behind her, the armored behemoth entered, his halberd across his back, his fur cloak covering it. His armor shined silver and orange, freshly polished. The grinning and almost horrific Snaggletooth mask he wore presented a truly terrifying visage. He appeared as some sort of demonic night of the future, having traded his steel for ceramic and titanium. If anyone who knew Farcon or Maelstrom was there, they would recognize Inferno. He was hard to miss.[/i]