World War Two: A New Horizon

Amai walked slowly and casually to her apartment in D.C., enjoying the quiet stroll but no longer paying much attention to the people around her. She knew her mission, her own goal and what she had to do. For the president's party, she would have to go in a disguise of some sort. Probably just a fake name and I.D. and a nice dress to celebrate. First things first, for her to get her name on the guest list.