Rain fell on the well-lit streets of London, a storm was brewing from the south and slowly making its way into the heart of the city. She clutched her umbrella close to her in an attempt to keep dry, noting how the winds started to blow violently now and then.
Mistral looked up, the sky rumbled and lightning flashed as she stood there, waiting outside a dingy pub in the shadier part of the city. Her civilian grade body, clad in thick designer clothes meant both to mask her cybernetic parts and to keep her warm, bothered her greatly. She felt vulnerable in it, prefering the security of the military grade one instead. But this was just a meeting and she would still be perfectly capable of gutting a man in her civilian form if anything went wrong, right? She sighs, narrowing her eyes as she spots him in the distance. Tall, clad in dark clothes and buzzing with a dangerous energy she found attractive, she walks up to meet him.