Emerald colored eyes narrow in concentration, aiming carefully with the sniper rifle given. Everything is relying on this moment, on this one shot. Her blonde hair is pulled in a tight ponytail, the blue streaks hidden for the sake of looking professional. She takes a deep breath, watching her target carefully.

Her target is a man who goes by the codename of Nomad. He got his name from the vast amount of transfers while he was in Cobra. He moved so many times because he couldn't get along with people and was incredibly insensitive to orders. She takes one last look at him, realizing the weight of a life. Then a smile quirks her lips. "Sorry, babe. You just didn't work out."

The windows break, setting off the alarm. That's how she wants it. Well, how the Commander wants it. What the Commander wants, she wants. That's all she remembers, following his orders and following to a point of perfection. In the whole unit, she could easily say that she is his favorite. Some of her teammates are envious of it, but her friends are proud of her.

Shots are fired her way, the female easily dodging all of them. She knows exactly where the camera is to film ask of this, to film her first run. As long as she did satisfactory, Cobra would have no need to get rid of her like they did poor Nomad. She walks asking the ledge, truly unworried about the situation she's in. Nomad was undercover in the Joes since he missed so much action always moving.

A door whips open, and there are more soldiers shooting at her. She giggles, falling off the side of the balcony of the White House. Commander "leaked" informa tion about an assassination attempt on the President, immediately gaining the attention of their enemy. She finds it funny how gullible they can be sometimes. Things don't just leak from Cobra.

She hangs there, waiting for the volley to end. They pause briefly to reload, in which she climbs up to the edge, performing a handstand and falling over to land graciously. She stands up, pulling her own twin pistols. Her orders are to not kill anyone else, so she is careful to only shoot where it'll hurt like a bitch. Only when she runs out of bullets does she lower them. One is still standing, and he shoots from his pistol, hitting her in the shoulder.

The woman jerks back and looks down. She looks back at the soldier, grinning in a sadistic way. Her hand reaches up, fingers plunging in. He stares in horror and awe as she comes back with the lead projectile in hand. She drops it to the floor. "C'mon soldier boy. I thought Joes were the best of the best." She holds up a knife as a katana comes down hard. "Finally. A real challenge."

He wears black, and she can't see his face. She can't see the flash of recognition as she pushes a stray strand from her face, pulling up her mask her black mask. She pushes back, forcing him off of her. Her orders were to engage in combat with only one of the ninjas, though the Commander preferred the black one over the white one. Her green eyes shimmer with something the black ninja thinks he hasn't seen before. She runs forward him, jumping to request over him as she grabs his second katana.

She lands, holding the blades in an aggressive manner. She twirls the katana around, placing the dagger back in her sheath. She smirks at the black ninja until something white falls beside him. She considers it for a brief second before Zaranna comes in over her comm.

"Come in, Zaltana. The trial is over. I repeat, the trial is over."

"I can take these ninjas any day, Zaranna," Zaltana growls into the communicator as she caught the shuriken from the white clad ninja with only a prick of blood on her finger that closed quickly. There's nothing coming back, and Zaltana smiles. "Thanks, babe." Zaltana manages to block an attack from the white clad ninja, a bit clumsy since she can't use the katana correctly. But she likes the challenge. No one in her unit is a real and honest challenge to her. She only hopes that the Joes are.

He doesn't stop with the first blow, and Zaltana falls back. She isn't worried. If it gets bad, she has back up. She ducks, striking for his knees. Behind her, the black ninja grabs her in a choke hold, and she drops the katana to dig her elbow into him. Zaltana watches as the white ninja nears her a syringe in his hand before the tell take sound of helicopter wings are heard.

Shots litter the balcony, and Zaltana is released. She jumps through to the chopper, landing behind Zaranna on the floor. She waves to the ninjas, being a kiss for them. She did next to Zaranna, who glares at her slightly. "'I can take the ninjas' She said. Yeah right."

"Shut up," Zaltana says. "Save that pretty voice for our darling boys back home. Tonight is karaoke!"

Zaranna laughs. "Drinks on me?"

"Bail me out jail?" Zaltana retorts. "As long as you aren't riding any ponies. I learned my lesson the hard way. 'What- oh, ohhh'"

Zarana doesn't even have the decency to blush as she smirks, not saying anything until a few minutes later. "Better than you. 'Mmm, wha-, Mmm, oh oh oh.'" Zaltana blushes brightly, remembering the one time that happened. "I thought so. Okay, so tonight we have to work on the promotion video. Tomorrow is when a bunch of people are supposed to come in to view all of you."

"And the most positive results will get to stay." Zaltana sighed, knowing it by heart. "I'm the only to have the advanced serum, Zarana. Commander will keep me no matter what. Besides, not many can beat me, friend." Zaltana pulled the shuriken from her pocket, a souvenir of breaking into the White House.

Zarana looks over and grid. "You never could stay out of trouble, could you?"

Zaltana shrugs out of her battle clothes, a bit sore where the soldier shot her and she healed over without using anything to disinfect it. The blonde sits down, the shuriken in hand. She looks it over, feeling some sort of connection to it before setting it down on her desk.

Pulling on her low rise jeans, Zaltana hears a knock on her door. She already has a crop top on, showing off her toned stomach. "Come in," she calls softly, checking out her outfit in the mirror. Zarana and herself are going to go to the bar Commander has set up for them. Instead of the pink haired woman, Zaltana finds herself face to face with Prototype H, Hibiki.

He grins this odd lopsided grin that manages to win all of the ladies. It doesn't effect Zaltana though she doesn't know why. "Zaltana, how are you?" Any question Hibiki asked could turn into a good conversation or terrible blackmail. The last time she said anything, it was blackmail. "Don't worry; I'm not out to get you yet."

"I've had better days. My shoulder's a bit sore." Another thing about Hibiki is that he always speaks the truth. Even when playing tricks, he seldom tells a lie. If he said he wasn't it to get her, she'd trust him. And he did, so she is trusting him. "Damn promos. I don't even see why we need them."

"Commander doesn't let anyone know anything too far ahead of time," Hibiki says, his eyes finding the shuriken. "Trying to become a ninja now?"

"Trying to beat the ninjas," Zaltana corrects as she out in her earrings. "I figured for the final test I could ask them to break into the Joe base. It'll put me above those obnoxious idiots."

"Those obnoxious idiots also have a plan of breaking into an army base," Hibiki says with a chuckle. Zaltana turns to him. They get along mostly for one reason, and one reason only. They have the same damn green eyes. Everyone else has different colored eyes from them, but they have the same exact color. So why are they the only ones? An answer rudely taken because of "classified information" on a "need to know" in the Cobra system.

Zaltana looks up at him. "Anything?" Her voice is desperate, but they've come to recognize each other well enough for Zaltana to see the glint in his eye. She curses. "How is there nothing?"

"I even went into it personnel file," Hibiki says, pulling them out from his jacket. He gave one to her. "Nothing. Unknown parents, unknown names, unknown birthdays, and even unknown past. Everything is anonymous."

Zaltana looks through the little that's there, sighing. "Shit we already know. Is that it?"

She catches Hibiki staring at the shuriken again. He lets out a short breath. "Keep that close by. I have a feeling it'll save your life soon."

Zaltana finishes touching up before grabbing the shuriken and concealing it. She isn't about to ignore a warning from Hibiki because he's always right.