“I’ll see if there’s a fish for us, Juno. I’m good at it, am I?”
Gina Keaton winks to the captain of their group in cherishing spirit. To her conscience of the hunt, Juno Rumondor beams in delight,”Will do, Gina, will do. I’ll coming after you.” He said in return.
(tap-tap-tap)
The martial artist jumps onto the stairs for a quick leap to the city’s surface. One kilometer in distance, that is the range from her current position towards the perilous wagon on the eastern region from Gorand Industries headquarters. Gina Keaton has a natural speed to topple such minuscule distance, yet she chooses to jog a little amidst the sprint in-between. While it seemed that she underestimated the upcoming target by the strategy implied, Gina Keaton is painstakingly aware of her position at this time.
