Pyro had a busy rest of the week until Saturday trying to get everything together and take it inside the base without anyone questioning what was in all the bags. How she didn't get caught, she had no idea but by Friday night she had accomplished getting everything she would need to meet up with Sniper tomorrow.

A long black wig, plenty of make-up to cover her scars, black stockings that would hide the scars on her legs, a bra, a long sleeved dress, a pair of boots and a few pieces of jewelry. That was all she needed she was pretty sure as she ran a hand to the clip that controlled her voice and took it off to look at it.

With the door shut and the device in her palm, she spoke softly with her the voice that truly belonged to her. "Yeah. This is weird. My ears don't even recognize my own voice." With a sigh, she sat down on the bed and continued looking at the device. Turning it off for now, she decided to keep it with her just in case. She had to be prepared for an emergency.

If tomorrow would be anything, it would be a rush. A thrill. There was always that chance she could get recognized or caught. But that wouldn't happen because she was a professional in disguise. She was getting paid both to hide her identity and to kill. They should of been paying her double even if she didn't know what the hell she'd do with the money.