The Cochrane Date

[James Greed]

Eight minutes late already. Usually, Kurumi arrived on time, but not this time. Being punctual surely is an important factor. But apparently nobody told the naval forces that she will be having an important meeting. Since shaking off hostiles was never an option, she had to quickly dispose of them. Eight minutes exactly.

The selected location was not much of a surprise. Cochrane's bar seemed a little off for a meeting as such. Especially with those exotic dancers, which Kurumi passed by upon arrival. It didn't take long until she spotted Wolfgang on a couch. She walked over to the man, who was apparently lost in his thoughts.

"I didn't really expect to be invited to a bar with lap dancers. I beg to remark though, some of them even catch my eyes. Even if they are about as entertaining as a Rheinlander comedian."
No introduction, or whatsoever on her side. Her tone did not reveal annoyance, but an eerie calmness.

Opposed to her past self, she was wearing rather simple clothes. A white blouse, an expensive one at that, with black jeans. The gun holster on her side obviously showed that she cared little to nothing about the no weapons policy. As she slowly moved into his field of view, he would notice a red ribbon, decorating her long black hair. Only one of her eyes could be seen, as the other one was covered by her hair. A cold glance of her garnet colored eye is all he got.