"One last time, boys. Then it's showtime for real."

A woman stood before two figures, cloaked, tall, obviously tense. She was shorter and wasn't afraid to show her identity. She had blond hair, rosy cheeks and was smiling widely, her lips pulled thin.

"You will get it right. You know your roles."

One of the figures held something out for her and she took it quickly.

"A little something for your troubles... from us, not them."

"Good. I want nothing from them. They abandoned you... you know that, right?"

"Of course, ma'am..."

The figure who hadn't held out the gift spoke, quietly and thoughtfully.

"Good. Leave me now. You know what to do."

She turned on her heel and left them before she could even make sure they were leaving to. She left strutting, smiling, and completely sure her plan would work out amazingly...

But... she didn't know that the two figures were planning something completely different...