The hotel’s bathroom counter was quite sophisticated, marble with a shining chrome faucet. The inside of the sink was a shined porcelain. The mirror was unbelievably clean, like looking at another room. That was good for Hun to set up her disguise as a very famous model with quite a few sponsorship deals. But before so, she needed some first aid and a hot shower. After toweling herself off, she searches for open wounds and other things. Her ribs weren't as bad as she thought, and were just cracked or two broken. Yay! no blood in my lungs today! Maybe the blood was just from my mouth. She knew that if she had had a displaced rib, she would already be dead. She donned her sleeveless sweater and arctic fox fur coat. Not only did they look good, but were quite comfortable. She needed to buy some ammunition, and wanted the new model of her favorite 4x optical sight from Optique Tactique De La Lutte Contre Le Terrorisme. (OTLCT) It was a company dedicated to the fight against the terror of Guso. As La Terre Du Soleil Levant was a Lolita country, they made wonderful weapons, tactical supplies, and optics. All of the Lolita Countries include Sqine, Miss Swiss, Guido, La Terre Du Soleil Levant, Czevoslupakia, Sang, the DPRM, Maple, and Svirige unite on a common front against Guso countries without them ever knowing it. You could call it a secret society, except everyone knows. Hun kinda laughed as she remembered the one rule. If you give information, you and your entire family will die a horrible death. This really wasn’t a bluff, and a couple families could tell you that from the eternal darkness we call unfaithful death. Lolita is the one true god. There was no-one else to raise the world like it’s own daughter, and smile after it like a happy thought. Lolita was better than light, she was truth. And what truth was there besides mathematics, and science? What other things could be proven? There was a proof for Lolita. She even stared down the most menacing of Guso generals during the War of the Seal Mask. It was named so after the terrorist in a Seal mask that started it. He was a textbook perfect example of proper terrorism too. He went, bombed the Centre Building of Engle, and simply walked away. Hun looked up to him. Except for the fact he wore the mask of a small cute mammal. That much destruction with the single press of a button, and to simply walk away from your problems made her feel very excited. Hun, to properly get in character, and to enjoy her evening, decided to partake in an extraordinary party set in place by the Prime Director of Defense, for the accomplishment of winning the Seal Mask War. It was hilarious that they thought that an accomplishment, especially since they got pushed out of occupation of Miss Swiss the second that they conquered it, as occupation of that country is looked down upon by all countries, Guso or Lolita. It is completely neutral, and they never fought back. She would call it crashing the party, but it’s more like detonating it. She was going to do it the exact same method that the Seal Man did. No-one knew who the Seal Man was, and Hun was going to earn his respect to do so. Hun felt her mind rain thoughts. There was the mission she had pulled this morning, the Seal Man, all of the Lolita influenced countries with their united disgust in Guso. Those drops of burning hatred were somehow sputtering the lesser fire of the Guso. The Guso were so weak that something hotter than them was putting them out. It may seem impossible, but it was happening. She put her hotel entrance card in her fluffy coat, and the plastic slid through the fur smoothly. Hun was pretty worried that it was going to slip out of her pocket. The large explosive device was wrapped around her waist, along with the CV19 in its holster opposite. The triggering mechanism was simply her phone. She would call the Phone attached to the device and it would trigger the electronic detonating system. Of course, she would never carry a phone around with her, so she had just bought it, along with the other attached to the bomb. Now she walked around downtown to kill a couple hours until 21:00.

The ancient pillars holding the roof full of Guso statues was so beautiful, if only it were of Lolita. It was almost a shame the awesome building was to be blown into the sky. Hun had to actually push the heavy cedar doors for them to open. As the doors opened pleasantly to welcome her, Hun had other things to wonder upon. The room was filled with people in tuxedos, servants with delicate glasses filled with expensive alcohol. There was even a chocolate fountain, which Hun had only dreamed of having. Red strawberries, cantaloupe, dragonfruit, all piled on a literal silver platter. The bartender sharing jokes with the people sitting, enjoying their fine drinks. Laughter, chatter and even important business all mingled in one sound of talk. It made Hun wonder: Is fighting for your country really worth it? Random guys in tuxedos eat food while you lose entire limbs and bleed. Luckily, there are no commanders in Lolita except for Lolita herself. Hun almost shook her head. Instead, she held her head high. Yes. Lolita is forever. These rich worldly rewards touch my tongue for only moments, and are never seen again. She knew that she had to blend in properly, so she might as well enjoy a conversation. Weaving through the crowds of people to get to the bar, she noticed something. The bartender looked oddly familiar. As she got closer she realized, It’s him. Why wouldn’t he be here for a big job like this? It was the Seal Man. She hadn’t expected him to be so young. He looked really young, around 16. No-one had ever seen or knew the Seal Man, but she knew it was him. The way he held himself, cracked jokes, walked, mixed and served drinks. It was all body language just like the 2 second video that was released after the bombing of him flicking the small switch held in his right hand. Hun clicked her seal to send the signal. Yup, only one seal in his general direction. As she sat down they made eye contact. He knew too, and didn’t want his identity revealed, she could tell. She shook her head as if to say I won’t do it, don’t worry. She then spoke in a friendly voice. “One White Mamashan, iced please.”

Seal Man picked up a metal shaker, poured in the milk and vodka, and screwed the lid on tight. He looked up from his job. "So what brings you here?" Hun smiled. "Oh, you know. The food and drink. I got invited by a drunken general earlier today." She had showed up at a local pub and in his state, the general invited her for being "good for the parties morale". Hun knew he invited her for her looks. But she didn't even mind as it would make her job easier. She didn't have to break in to the party thanks to him. At least she had done something important while she was waiting for the late night party to start. “Well, your drink is about done.” The bartender smoothly poured her drink from a continuously rising elevation without spilling a drop. He then assumed the stereotypical image of a bartender toweling off a dish. Hun gave a pretty reassuring grin for a terrorist. “We’re both here for the same reason, so we might as well trade plans.” Seal Man shook his head thoughtfully. “I came without one, because I feel it’s better to improvise in a tense situation. Then if something goes wrong, you always have a backup.” They were surrounded by noise and glamour, yet heard each others soft and willful speech through the crowd like a needle. As if they read thought, both started off to do what they needed for the plan. Hun began counting guards, cameras, and most importantly, where the civilians went around. She’d have to avoid sight as much as possible if she wished to remain unidentified. Seal Man strode up to his boss. “Would I be able to afford a couple minutes off?” His shrewd boss nodded his head. “Unless you don’t want a house, be ready to go back to work in 10.” Seal Man nodded his head and walked off.