With a sigh, Lydia opened the briefcase Stiles gave her, knowing there was no chance its weight foretold an easy job. She took a good look inside and closed it decisively. Slowly, Lydia changed her clothes for a burgundy dress and did her hair in a bun, the money forgotten for a moment. Once she was done, she grabbed the five million dollars and walked out of the sparsely decorated hotel room. Outside, the last minutes of sunset painted the sky in beautiful purple hues, marking the start of her work day. The weapons were not going to trade themselves.