SIDES

1; Start Of The End

Siyeong sighed.
Days had passed by, was she not interested?
The woman looked out the window, looking for the mail man. He hadn't been killed, had he?
Only for the brightly red coloured cap to appear into her sight.

The mercenary hurried outside, snatching the letter from the man's hands, sending him off his way without even allowing him to hand her her other package.
Right now she couldn't care less about it.
"Chayenne....what'd you send me?"
Opening the envelope, ripping the top of it apart with a small knife she carried in her boot, she was finally able to take out the letter it carried inside, doing so the moment she could.

Unfolding it, not really caring about whether she'd crease it or not, she sat down in her rocking chair.

Looking it over, reading the explanation of it being an interview, of which she'd write an article, and an audio recording of stories she wanted to share that'd appear in her radio show.
Middle Part. 15/04 at 12am.
Two more days...

With lots of pacing, lots of thinking, the moment finally came.
11:55pm. Waiting in an abandoned building near the wall.

Until she saw her.
Her first and final victim of the blue side.
Red sider's victory.
Did she care that she was about to start another war? Not really.

Chayenne on the other side, was rather oblivious, waiting by the wall before slipping through the unattended spot, hiding behind one of the buildings that was built right against the separation walls.
With her work uniform having turned white, colourless, nothing to distinguish what side she belonged to.

Siyeong slipped over into the middle part as well, looking around as though to make it appear like she hadn't already seen the other before entering.
Much like with Chayenne, the Asian woman's originally red and black outfit turned into a fully white outfit as well, not caring much unlike the other who had thoroughly inspected her clothing with a frown.

Upon "spotting" the darker skinned woman, she went over, holding her hands behind her back as she walked over in the large wasteland, having to cover quite some distance before she ultimately was stood a few metres away from the journalist.

The mercenary grinned soundlessly, not yet having made the other aware of her presence, only to sneak closer...
"Boo" the short woman said dryly, having crossed her arms with a smirk on her face.
"Ah! What was that for-you-hmr" the taller woman cursed, shaking her head as she turned her back to the red sider again, taking a deep breath before turning around again
"Are you ready for the interview?"
"Born ready"