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After having been formally introduced to the teacher body as it were, Evelyn had been shown to a room that would be hers and she had then made arrangements for her belongings to be delivered.

There was definitely a distinct feeling in the air, one that Evelyn was all too familiar with given that she dealt with war torn countries and traumatised citizens a lot of the time.

Post traumatic stress, it hung around the mansion like a suffocating cloud of smog. More obvious in some and less in others, but nonetheless traumatic and damaging. Not that it was really her place to be commenting, even if she found herself wanting to.

She was currently keeping herself to herself, allowing the mansion time to adjust to her presence as well as getting to know her inside the classes and outside of it.

Callused tips of her fingers pushed back a few stray strands of dark hair as she sought through drawers in the kitchen for a spoon with which to stir her tea with, pausing only briefly when her fingers closed around a knife and she instantly processed it as a weapon. Evelyn could kill anyone with that knife and do so within seconds, that was how good her powers actually were.

She blinked herself out of that automatic state and placed it back into the tray, sliding her fingertips across to close around the spoon instead.

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Evelyn checked her reflection in the full length mirror of her hotel room not for the first time that day (sixth to be exact) trying desperately not to wrinkle her nose at her outfit.

In reality it was a very sexy sophisticated outfit: black skinny jeans that clung to her skin like a second skin, calf high stiletto boots, fitted shirt that again clung to assets like it had been made specifically for them, long dark hair loose with even a slight curl and makeup just this side of subtle. She wasn't sure what she was trying to achieve with this outfit, aside from getting noticed.

It just wasn't... her, she was more used to... combat clothing.

The brief was laid out on the bed of her hotel room - she was to join the mansion as the foreign languages teacher and all she could do was hope that she managed to make it convincing. It helped that she was multilingual, it was an essential talent to have in her position.

To be precise Evelyn spoke: French, Russian, German, Italian, Spanish, Chinese and well, English. Granted it was more an Irish take on English, but, still, it was English.

Her superiors had even forwarded on an impressive resume along with a comprehensive list of references along with just the right amount of detail on the form itself.

She breathed, sliding her hands into her hair, recently manicured nails skimming the skin along the back of her neck as she fiddled with it, not used to having it down.

Part of her felt bad about this, but another part, a much larger part knew she had a duty to serve as best she could. Eve took one last look at her reflection before she pulled on a leather jacket, zipping it up until once again another layer of clothing looked as if it had been created especially for her.

Evelyn let herself out of her room and caught the first cab she could to the address she'd noted down, hopefully somebody would be there to meet her.

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Evelyn was stood in front of her most senior of officers, being commended on a job well done. She'd managed to kill a high ranking senator without the press or anybody being any the wiser that the assassin was in the service of their very own country. The Irish in her wanted desperately to speak out of turn, but the soldier instinct was stronger, so Evelyn held her tongue.

"We have a new mission for you," her superior officer continued. "It's more subtle than you're used to, but I have complete faith that you'll complete it with as much finesse as you've shown on other areas.

"An' what's the mission?" Evelyn asked, her Irish accent lilting the syllables and making every word seem like a spoken word of poetry.

Her superior officer held up a finger and turned his attention to his laptop for a second, bringing up a picture of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning "Do you know what this is?"

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04:00 am

You've been sat in the back of a military issued helicopter, black ops, since boarding at gone midnight reading the mission brief and committing the facts to mind. This mission is about secrecy, getting in and getting out before anybody is aware of your presence. They've already expressed the importance of this. Like you need to be reminded, you've done this sort of thing more times than you care to count. You're not an amateur, but clearly your superior officers don't feel the same.

08:00 am

The helicopter hovers mere inches above the building you're scheduled to settle in for the next two hours, until your target has taken to the podium. It's as easy as strapping into a harness and taking the plunge as you leave the safety of the helicopter and commit your body to the air. It's easy, you've done it a hundred times. You know exactly when to twist and do so in order to land easily and gracefully, soled feet tilted upwards until your weight is balanced perfectly. You waste no time, stripping away the harness and lifting yourself to a full standing position. One hand signal from yourself and the helicopter is gone, leaving you to merely cross the distance to where the bag is hidden. You have no idea what's inside, but you'll be able to figure out its use quickly and efficiently, it's what you do best

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