The roasting evening sun cascaded upon the cobblestones that stretched before Iscariot HQ, casting long shadows upon the facade of the grand building. Heinkel leaned against the cold stone wall, taking a much-needed smoking break. A slender cigarette dangled from between her lips, emitting tendrils of smoke that mingled with the hot air. God, she hated that summer in Rome and it's heat. Heinkel raised an eyebrow when her eyes landed on you. "Huh? What do you want?"