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  1. Charisma

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    Place: Russia
    Time: 1200
    Identity: Kefreon

    "You should've read the contract beforehand."

    "I did, sure I did! Question mark; I'm not to be an artifact to be shipped to countries."

    "Clause fifteen; article (a), (i). Organization may leave you in situations uninterpretable. Do not try to be over smart when so."

    Kefreon sighed and cut the call. He knew this could happen, but never foresaw it all actually happening. It was interesting that he was hijacked by ninjas on his way home, and next he woke up in Russia for 'classified' reasons.

    "Retards."

    He took a sniff of a thick, Mexican cigar and then got out of the bathroom, towards the exit.

    "Hey you!"

    The man behind yelled and waved a bill in the air. Kefreon coughed and shook his head.

    "Dude, I didn't buy anything, you must have the wrong man."

    He said, his pathetic knowledge of sign language actually helpful. The man growled and bawled about something, and a few muscular teenagers came out from the kitchen.

    "What you try do, foreign?"

    The taller, perhaps the head chef, said in a broken English.

    "Nothing. He says I should pay, but I haven't bought a thing."

    "This cigar, you find it in poo, eh?"

    The boys snickered, but Kefreon maintained his cool.

    "Its my own. I bought it from somewhere else."

    The boys laughed at Kefreon yet again, and their supposed leader said gravely:
    "Scum. You no have money for such."

    Kefreon sighed and pulled out the money to pay them. He had no interest in sparking any fights, which would lead to unwanted attention for him.

    "There, have the money. I don't care."

    Kefreon turned stylistically, and walked out of the restaurant. He took a deep breath before taking another sniff from the cigar. He could feel an alien presence, and something great about an assassin would be his judgment of such presences. He turned around and saw the boys again.

    "What is it?"

    He asked, at which the boys sneered at him lewdly.

    "We don't like people who lie."

    "I paid."

    "Yes, but you lied too."

    The leader plunged forward, pulling his sleeves behind. Despite the urge to beat the stuffing out of them, Kefreon refrained and did what a normal teenager would've done. Well, a coward teenager. He ran, looking out for any restaurant. He was fast for them, but he still wanted to end the story without any mess. He noticed a small diner and quickly ran in.

    To his surprise, the diner was jam packed. He groaned when he noticed the bathrooms were crowded.

    "Bad cooking?"

    He murmured to himself, and looked for even a spare seat he could go to. He found a seat empty by an old lady, perhaps not that old. He quickly snuck up on her and sat by her side.

    "So sorry about this, ma'am. Thing is, these boys are picking on me...and I'm an orphan. They always pick on me."

    He sobbed poignantly, his legs shaking. He hoped she knew English.
     
  2. Bick

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    Lara was a bit shocked as the boy took a seat next to her. He was obviously not from Russia, a tourist. She sighed as she saw the boys come their way. She swiftly got from her seat and grabbed the ear of the nearest boy as slapped him across the face.

    “Mudak(dumb*ss)!” she hissed, “What are you doing chasing my son?” Her Russian was perfect, having studied it for years, and her accent was enough to fool anyone. The boy started to cry as she let him fall back into the crowd. Eyes stopped on her but quickly looked away, and the boys made for the door in a quick action.

    “Past' zakroi!(shut it[up])” They yelled back at her with feigned bravery. The yell came abruptly as an older gentleman hit their backsides with a broom on the wall.

    “You shouldn’t be here alone young man.” She said, her accent stayed, but she went back to English.
     
  3. Charisma

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    Kefreon was still shaking, his lips quivering as though he had been punched in his face and now was trying to keep his manliness.

    "T-thanks ma'am."

    He choked out a reply, and then listened to her last point, and laughed inside of him.

    "Like I was asked."

    He then looked towards the lady and smiled.

    "Life pushes people everywhere, I guess."

    He muttered, his hands still shaking.
     
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    She managed a smile as she got up from her seat. She waved for the waitress, and whispered into her ear, and the woman quickly took off to get the boy a hot meal.

    “Yes, it does.” She muttered, she leaned next to him.

    “I’ll pay to get you a hot meal, but I’m leaving now, son.” She said with a wink, as she leaned in for a whisper, “You really should get back home. I’ll pay cab fair if you need.”
     
  5. Charisma

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    Kefreon could feel the stacks of money jingle in his pants, but he talked about them the woman would get suspicious. He graciously nodded towards the lady, and then got off his seat, almost knelt towards her.

    "You're too kind. Too kind, just too kind."

    He did wonder what he would call home, though. He couldn't ask the woman such a thing, but he assumed the cab driver would've known enough English for his use. He got back on his feet, his eyes filled up with crocodile tears.

    "Thank you."
     
  6. soujiroseta

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    Location: Reverie Hotel, Rome, Italy
    Time: 2100, Sunday
    Codename: Donut

    Donut knelt beside the corner and waited for the patroling guard to come around it before plunging a knife into the mans gut while holding his mouth. He gently laid down the man's body and smiled apologetically almost as if to say, wrong place wrong time. The stairway was empty now.

    He left the body behind him as he proceeded into the adjacent hallway. He hid his equipment in his jacket as two guards passed him and eyed him suspiciously. He smiled at them as they passed him. When they were out of site Donut stopped at room 201. He made light work of the doors as it quietly swung open revealing its vacancy in a pleasant dark light. He closed the door and went quietly to the balcony. He looked up, the gap is a little further than they said.

    He promptly stripped off his jacket revealing a dark long-sleeved assault vest which had been moulded specifically for him covering his vital points with a new lightweight reinforced kevlar weave. He pulled two pistols from his jacket pockets and holstered them under his arms. The cryptic request of his client came back to him, "Sometimes the innocent must die". What does that mean?

    He took a deep breath before he gripped the railing, testing its stability. He then stood on it and balanced for a few seconds. Looking up he leapt and managed to grab the bottom of the balcony of the room above. He gripped it tight as he pulled himself up to have a peek. There was a guard sleeping on the job, too easy. He jumped over the railing and slit the throat of the sleeping guard. He opened the balcony door and entered the living room wielding his two pistols. They weren't even expecting him. He shot bullets into the surprised faces of two guards and watched as the third fumbled with the safety before receiving the same. He walked towards the bedroom and heard a hasty shuffling. He kicked the door down and saw his target huddled in a corner protecting a child.

    "No, please." he muttered. Donut paused and saw the big green eyes of a little girl. It all makes sense.

    "Sometimes the innocent must die." He whispered before he gave them each a bullet between the eyes. Donut promptly pulled out a few small black objects and quickly clicked them together. They united with a small beep. He threw the small ordnance at the dead child's body and bowed his head.

    Donut retraced his steps back through the living room, down one floor and into the staircase. When he got down to the street he crossed the road to a small convenience store and bought a bottle of whiskey. He stood outside the store sipping the alcohol and watched as a room high up in the hotel exploded into the night sky in a plume of bright orange and yellow.
     
  7. CobaltLion

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    Location: Miami, Fl
    Time: 0300, Monday
    Operative: Cobalt

    "...nothing you can say can stop me going home..."
    Music drifted softly from the corner of the room where the radio sat on the decrepit bare wood floor. Once upon a time the building might have been a nice place, but now it was sullen and dirty. The ghosts of better times screamed from every crack in the floorboards and phantoms of sunlit days watched out of the empty light sockets. In the bathroom mirror, the face of a spirit looked out, the eyes blank sockets. Then it blinked, and it was no longer an illusion.

    Cobalt inspected himself in the mirror a moment longer. His face was solid, like a carved statue. His eyes were deep-set and blanketed in the shadows of the lightless room. He stepped out from the bathroom and went back into whatever the main room of the place used to be, turning the radio off as he went.

    Red light from a neon sign across the street flowed into the room like a torrent of blood. The glow across Cobalt's body made him look even more like a demon. Perhaps he was. He wore a dark blue shirt, covered by a flowing black heavy trench coat, even though it was warm out.

    He walked across the room, pausing to look out the window at the street with it's bars, hookers, and vice. Behind him, a card table was covered with various drug paraphernalia and a box of 9mm Hollow Point bullets. Cobalt turned to paruse the contents of the folding table. He plucked the bullets daintily from it, and put them in a pocket of the jacket, smiling pleasantly like a man who receives a note from a lover far away.

    On the other side of the room, a door was sealed tightly, faint light coming from underneath it; the only electric light in the place. Cobalt stood now on the other side of it, cloaked in shadows and listening to the voice on the other side.

    "Cried for his momma did he? That's great!" The voice laughed. "Ahh, you know I love that. Hell, he won't be having kids again...or walking." More laughter. It was a high, crowing laugh. It made Cobalt think of birds; Ravens in flight above a cold grey sky, and above them helicopters flying low and scattering the flocks.

    "Well, you win. What can I say? It'll teach them not to interfere with our business again. What's that? Yeah, do that. If you see him again, I want you to go find his daughter."

    There was a thump as the speaker dropped the phone on the floor, followed by muttered cursing and more laughter. Footsteps as he got up and walked to the door. Cobalt stretched and yawned, hiding behind the swing path of the door frame.

    The door opened swiftly as the man known only to Cobalt as "Jack" walked, or rather stumbled out into the main room. He stopped for a moment, swaying slightly in place.

    "Who the hell turned off my radio? T-Bar? Hey T-Bar!" He hollered. He had no way of knowing it, but "T-Bar" was inside a closet downstairs, folded up in a most unnatural position. Cobalt worked quickly and silently, but his contact was so blasted tonight a parade could have walked through and not been noticed.

    "Where'd he go?" Jack asked rhetorically.

    "He stepped out for the night." Was the answer that he never expected. Jack spun around, sweeping drugs and vials onto the floor where they broke with a tinkle.

    "Who're you?" The drug dealer and killer demanded, whipping a switchblade from his belt.

    "I'm that one little detail that always gets overlooked." Cobalt said, stone cold. "I'm the hired help."

    Jack looked and then laughed uproariously, his bloodshot eyes tearing. In the red glow of the neon sign outside, they almost looked like blood.

    "What's so funny tonight?" Cobalt asked, smiling.

    "A-ha...hah...heh. I'm...hahaha...I'm gonna cut your eyes out and feed them to the fish down at the docks. Then, I'll cut the rest of you up bit by bit and use you for bait."

    Jack suddenly stopped laughing like a switch had been thrown, and growled, charging clumsily across the room at Cobalt. He smashed into him, trying to stab the assassin, but his coordination left a lot to be desired this night. Cobalt easily deflected the knife, and allowed Jack to drive him into the wall. Using it for support, Cobalt planted a boot into Jacks torso, just below t
    he sternum and pistoned him back. Jack half fell/half walked backwards with the force. He pulled the knife up and made ready for another charge, but was stopped short as Cobalt pulled a MP5 Submachine gun equipped with suppressor out from under that coat of his and fired half the clip of anti-personnel rounds into Jack's chest.

    Jack halted in mid-stride like he had hit a wall, and fell backwards. He crumpled on the dirty ground, his self-medicated blood draining mixing with the soiled floor. From a pocket, Cobalt drew a small high-resolution out and took several pictures of the corpse from several angles. With that done, he took a cell phone out, and dialed a number.

    "It's me. The job is done. Remember, clean up is on you. You can deposit my fee in the usual manner. No, there's no need to come look for me. You won't find me. I'll find you."

    Hanging up the phone, he walked downstairs and out the door of the abandoned apartment building, donning a pair of dark sunglasses even in the darkness of the night. He walked down the cracked street and turned the corner. Perhaps, he thought, he'd go see a movie now.
     
  8. BrinkofDawn

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    Location: Somewhere off the Pacific coast
    Time: 2300, Saturday
    Codename: Knives


    Knives sat in the tiny little boat he rented with a glass of wine in one hand. He'd been waiting out at sea for some time, sleeping the day away until his target would show. It was a misty night so he hoped he'd be able to see his mark in the dense fog.

    "Nothing like sharing wine with death", he chuckled.

    As he sat in his tiny little one man boat he could hear the sound of another boat sailing along in the mist.

    "Right on time."

    He threw his bottle of wine overboard and pulled out a paddle from the floorboard of the boat and started paddling.

    After a few moments he put the paddle back down and pulled a black mask over his face and a set of night-vision goggles. He began to whistle when the boat he heard came sailing past his right side slowly through the fog. It was a nice big white cruise ship, though Knives couldn't tell without the night-vision on. As the end of the boat came past him he reached up to the side of the boat and placed a sticky bomb on it before the boat sailed completely past him.


    "One alligator....two alligator.....three alligator......damnit I lost count!!"

    Suddenly the back of the cruise ship exploded and started to sink backwards. Knives shrugged and picked up the rifle sitting underneath his feet and lifted his night-vision goggles to look through the scope.

    He aimed towards the top of the ship as it was tilted towards the sky and started to look downwards towards the life boats which, in fact, were exactly like the boat he was in since he had stolen it only a few hours ago. He focused on one lifeboat in particular as a passenger, seemingly a wealthy man, was being escorted by apparently a group of bodyguards.

    That was his mark.

    "6 clicks....aaaannd......."

    He fired the rifle and the wealthy man went down.

    Knives smiled heinously.

    "Headshot."

    He took off the black mask and buttoned up the tuxedo he was wearing and splashed a little water on himself. He took apart the rifle and placed the parts, his goggles, his mask, and other things in a black bag along with a fifty-pound weight and tied it up in a thick chain and threw it overboard.

    Knives smiled and kicked a hole in the side of the boat and laid down as some water rushed in. He closed his eyes as ashes fell on his face while he listened to the panicked screams from behind him.
     
  9. FlakeandFins

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    Debbie Sam walked around the large conference room, peering over the shoulders of the men and women furiously reading through News Papers and tabloids. They restlessly scoured for information from all over the globe. A man suddenly lept up and ran over to Debbie Sam.

    "I think I have something," he said, handing her the paper.
    She read the headline and gave the man a skeptical look. "I fuel explosion on a cruise liner?"
    "Read below the headline," he replied.
    Her eyes quickly scanned the next line: Man shot in head while evacuating, authorities at a loss. She smiled. "Get someone over there immediately, start the procedure."
    "Yes, ma'am."
    "Debbie Sam," a woman called to her. "I think I found one also!"
     
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    Longshot sat in his office at Valkyrie Aeronautics. He had been on and off the phone all day, talking with operatives all around the world. His last call involved a shooting in Germany after a high profile court case. The phone rang again.

    Longshot picked up. "Yes?"
    "I'm in Rome."
    "And?"
    "I think I've got a lead," the voice replied. "At the Reverie, got bombed last night. Except they recovered the burnt head of one of the victims...it had a bullet hole in it."
    "Could've been just a terrorist act." Longshot said dismissively.
    "Except that they found a guard stabbed to death in the stairwell."
    Longshot rubbed his chin. "Follow this one, get me info ASAP."
    "Yes sir."

    Longshot hung up. It was a long process. Chasing ghosts wasn't easy, but he had an unlimited supply of resources before him to use. He'd zero in soon enough. His phone rang again.

    "Yes?"
    "I have a job for you."
     
  11. Mateius

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    Location: Tokyo, Japan
    Time: 4:00
    Identity: Requiem

    ...Always be ready. Always be prepared...

    This thought ran contantly through Requiem's mind. He couldn't afford any distraction. This was the right time, and the right place. On the edge of the bed he waited, his eyes fixed on the mirror that reflected the poorly lit alleyway below.

    A man on the run. That was what the corrupt officer had said. Requiem didn't know what this man had done, neither did he care. All he wanted was to taste the blood. All he desired was to embrace the joy of sliding his blade into that man's heart. The payment at the end of it all was just an added bonus, it was not his true goal.

    At the thought of such pleasure, his blood began to race around his body, he felt his temperature quickly rise and he felt the saliva that had just dribbled from the corner of his mouth run down his chin. He wiped it away with the sleeve of his jacket.

    Calm
    That is what he focused on. The man driven by his lust for human screams kept his eyes fixed on the mirror, rocking back and forth on the edge of the bed.

    Suddenly, he appeared. The man was figeting as he walked closer. He swung round at any noise, yelling with fear at times. The gun attached to his belt was apparent. It was obvious that he was on the alert, but he was full of inexperience. Requiem chuckled at this, whilst drawing his sword. The fall was nothing big, a man would have to be incredibly weak to suffer any serious injuries. Requiem was not worried, he had forgotton how to worry.

    Without a moments hesitation, he pinpointed the man's location, ran to the overhanging balcony, and leapt off the edge. The man looked up in time to see the gleaming sword, before it plunged through his head. He collapsed instantly. Requiem got to his feet and wrenched his weapon out of the mans skull. He was not pleased. In his haste he had missed his target. There were no screams...and not enough blood. He would have to do better next time. He knelt next to the body and closed the mans eyes. This criminal died a poor death, but he will still honour him.

    Requiem entered the building and climbed the stairs to the room. He sat at the edge of his bed and waited.
     
  12. Bick

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    She watched through the screens, as the people walked around in various areas, going off screen. Only one of the seven had yet left their room, not including her employer, which she had seen many times throughout the grand hotel. It was an American family on vacation, and she was hired to take them out. Four kids, not one over 18, and none younger then 10. Then there was the mother, and her two sisters. Seven in all, and her employer, the husband wanted them dead for the insurance, or so she would assume. Why else would someone want their family dead?

    A smile came over her face as she saw the five room doors open. The children were the first to come out, their swimwear covered them, as they carried the floating toys. The adults came out in the same general getup, talking. She watched them walk through the hotel on the many camera’s she had placed around the building until they went out of view on the first floor. She was quick to go to her scope, looking down towards the pool area. The women were lain out on their chairs in the glass encased, heated room. While the children were all ready in the water.

    She loaded her gun with the five .308 Winchesters, and kept two at her side for quick easy access. She looked out her eyes going to the children, they would be moving targets, but nonetheless easy enough. She put her finger on the trigger as she looked at their happy faces. She closed her eyes instantly. Her mind ridding itself of the doubt, and suddenly they opened again. She was greeted with the happy smile once more. She groaned, and the gun shot back as she took her first shot. The next three shots came quickly. Blood filled the pool as she quickly loaded the last two bullets. The women had all ready gotten up, their faces distorted and screaming more then likely. The next three shots came quickly, and her gun was loaded into her laptop looking satchel once more. She walked from her room, leaving it without much trace of sleep or living.

    She took the elevator, the urgency in her steps was unnoticeable, as she covered it with a smile and a nod. She made her way towards the parking lot, when she stopped next to a cement pole. She pulled the remote out, and pressed in both red buttons. The noise from the many small explosions reached the streets. All cameras and television monitors had been terminated. She quickly made way for her motorcycle.
     
  13. Charisma

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    Place: Russian border
    Time: 0800
    Identity: Dagger

    "Now you see why we brought you here?"

    The radio beeped, but Dagger didn't reply. He yawned as he hovered by the border, the intruder check posts an inch beyond him.He pulled out his needle and then lift it high in the air, like a spear in a caveman's hand. The needle went flying into the danger zone, and the security immediately launched a warning in direction of the intrusion.

    "Are you sure I'm supposed to do this?"

    "Dagger, you do not question your superiors."

    "You're just gonna cause another Communist hullabaloo and terrorist Manga."

    "Are you doing it or not?"

    Dagger raised his gun towards the red powdery dust particles on the borderline. It would've been confused with colorings or mineral deposits, but Dagger knew better. He flicked his hair back and then raised his desert rifle.

    "Perfect."

    He stealthily remained under the trackers which were ravaging for an intruder. Five bullets went simultaneously on a segment of the border which exploded and the towers collapsed. Dagger smiled and then jumped in the ditch he had dug, as he heard several other blasts on the same strip of land. Nothing large in retrospect, seeing it was just one strip of land. But the political instability followed was going to be enticing.

    "Come on!"

    A hiss came, and he rolled deeper in the ditch. He found himself a rope and grabbed it, and soon was pulled into an underground train.

    "This will take you back to where you belong."

    Dagger grinned with a little excitement.
     
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    Her motorcycle had been stolen from a drunken Russian man, but he’d never see it again. Unless he could look underwater in a few months when Spring came to Russia. She smiled as it sunk into the icy water. She threw her hood over her head and trudged through the snow towards the nearest train station. She’d need it to get to the airport, so she could finally head home.

    She ran, her footsteps slowing from the massive amount of snow. She made it just in time, swinging inside the train, and sitting next to a tall gentlemen. She nodded at him, and looked out the window into the white that made up Russia’s countryside. It really was a beautiful country, once all this snow was gone.
     
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    Longshot lay still on the top of the building, peering through the scope of his .50 cal M107. He had found his target. His tracker peered through her binoculars, tracing the man's movements. It wasn't an overtly windy day, but shooting from a mile away was no easy task.

    "He's almost in front of the marker," Longshot's tracker said. "1500 meters."
    Longshot breathed deeply and slowly guided the large rifle to keep insync with his target.
    "1600."
    Longshot quickly moved the rifle into his target's anticipated path. He held his breath and pulled the trigger. The kickback moved his scope enough so that he couldn't see the result.
    "Got him."
    Longshot confirmed the kill with his scope and flipped open his cell phone.
    "Yes?" said the person on the other end.
    "Inform him that the assassin code named Caboose is dead."
    "Yes, sir," the voice replied. "And sir, I think we have one in Russia."
    "Get on it then." Longshot replied and hung up.

    His tracker had already packed things up, and the two made their way to the waiting helicopter.
     
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    Place: Afghanistan
    Time: 1200

    Ash lays there, in the arid mountains of Afghan. Their government hired her to kill a local taliban leader that had been spotted in the area. She had been laying there for five hours now. Just waiting in quiet anticipation. Scanning the terrain through her scope. Every so often she would take a weak sedative, to make sure her body stays still, and to keep her breathing to a minimum. She had covered herself in a light brown sheet, so any over head scouts wouldn't see her.

    In the distance she sees a beat up old jeep driving down a long abandoned dirt road. He target sits in the back, and two guards up front. She aims at the driver and pulls the trigger. The window shatters, and a crimson mist fills the inside of the jeep. With the next shot, the front left tire is unusable. The other guard grabs the wheel, but its too late. The jeep is out of control and eventually flips over. Through her scope, she can see that a little bit of oil is leaking out. One more shot, and jeep explodes into a ball of fire.

    Ash removes the sheet and stands. She pulls out her cell and says "He's dead."
     
  17. Charisma

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    Place: Russia (train)
    Time: 0830
    Identity: Kefreon

    Kefreon looked to and fro, as the secret door shut behind him. He coolly walked to a vacant seat and sat in it, folding his arms. The girl by his side looked up at him and then groaned.

    "You no sit here. Full."

    Kefreon rolled his eyes and walked to the front. There was no seat available.

    "Thank you assassin geeks."

    He murmured under his breath, and suddenly a man got up from a seat on his side and said:
    "You can take mine, kid. The cod is always salty."
    An organization is always an organization.

    Kefreon's eyes lit up in revere for the man. He was surely among his senior officers in the DNOD. He bowed a little but the man quickly grabbed his shoulders.

    "A salmon doesn't think."
    There will be no time to think for good opportunities.

    He whispered before walking to the back of the train, leaving Kefreon. Kefreon could understand the meaning, and it almost frightened him. He looked to his side and saw an old lady. He had the vibe that he knew her, but wasn't sure.

    "Hi."

    He murmured, just when he caught her face. She was the lady he met in the restaurant. Though a good thing, her eye color had changed.

    "Funky grammas these days."

    He thought silently.
     
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    She managed a smile his way as she quickly looked away. Angry that she had let herself be seen twice. She kept the smile on her face as she turned towards the young man, and gave him a nod. She kept her Russian accent thick and spoke in a fine English.

    “You get around, don’t you young man?” she asked, “I hope you enjoyed the soup.”

    The boy grinned shyly and with a quick look towards the window on his left, he nodded.
    "Well, you seem to be a...lively woman. Which, isn't a bad thing, no of course not."
    He spoke nervously.

    She laughed, and looked at the map. She wasn’t as good at reading Russian as she was speaking it, so it took a few moments for her to realize when to get off. She’d have to get off early, to make sure this young man didn’t half-expect where she was going. Just in case they ever got on he trail.

    “Lively… no not really.” She said at first, “You headed home young man?”
     
  19. Charisma

    Charisma Transposon Contributor

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    Kefreon didn't know what to say. Home seemed so far from where he stood, and he had just caused a rift between Finland and Russia, or maybe some other hidden plot he had no idea about.

    "Err, kind of yes."

    He said with a grin, and then looked down at his feet.

    "What about you, visiting your kids?"

    "No kids, going to meet family."

    She said. Kefreon ogled her nervously, and then asked:
    "Nice. So you have a good relation with your siblings, then?

    "We were close when we grew up together… not so much now. Russia is a big country. What about you young man?"

    Kefreon gave her a empathic smile towards her, something which seemed more original than his other expressions.

    "Never knew 'em, if any. Am an orphan, remember?"

    "Ah, yes. I remember now.” She said with a blushing face, “Sorry. Been a long day."

    "That's fine, I owe you a lot."

    The train stopped. Kefreon jumped off his seat, and waved to the lady before jumping on the terminal. He wasn't sure where he was, but least bothered, he got to the nearest cafe and sat on the stool. He waited for another sign.
     
  20. Leaka

    Leaka Creative Mettle

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    Silpheed hated planes and it had nothing to do with the flying. It had to do with the people. But luckily today Silpheed wasn't going into a plane. He was waiting for a very important business man to come. It was almost time. He was a perfect disguise a dashing news woman who you couldn't tell no to. Long brown hair and a sophisticated suit.
    No one could tell that he didn't belong. Charles Frasier walked in the airport and was bombarded almost immediately from news crews. Wait for it, Wait for it, Silpheed said.
    Charles pushed the news people back as Silpheed stood calmly.
    "Do you have questions for me?" he asked in his heavily accented voice.
    "I'm just a journalist," Silpheed said as charming as he could make it.
    "You are so beautiful," he said.
    Silpheed smiled and pretend to blush by looking down.
    "Oh, my," Silpheed said.
    He waited for the right moment.
    "You have something on your shoulder, let me get it off for you,"
    A sweet hand touch, a prick of a paralyzing needle, and a string.
    "I have to go,"
    Silpheed smiled now he had his victim on a string. The client had made it specifically that this had to be long distant. Silpheed knew the secret and the art to that.
    Silpheed followed the car closed, but on most of the small buildings with dense rooves with a bowl. Sixteen feet, fifteen feet, fourteen feet, now Silpheed said.
    Silpheed placed a poison needle on the wire of string and the needle railed down the string. Striking the victim with precision. Silpheed coiled the string back and walked off.
    "I think I'm going for waffles today," Silpheed said, "Contract complete though."
     
  21. Bick

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    Russia, Sometime Mid-day

    She boarded the plane, handing her coat to the stewardess as she passed. Her rum and coke was quickly dispensed and she couldn’t help but smile, she would get a short break at home. She wanted nothing more then a break, she’d been doing jobs nonstop for the past 3 months. She had stripped her hair, changing it back to her auburn color, her eyes were their normal brown. It felt nice to be back in her own skin.

    She sighed, hoping that boy wouldn’t cause her trouble. She had broken her own rules. She took the first glass down in one hit, and quickly asked for something stronger. She would need it to make up for the mess she had just caused herself. Stupid mistake wasn’t something that someone of her caliber should allow. She had made her job into something messy, by simply helping out a little boy. Stupidity!

    The plane began to rev forward, and her stance calmed down. The boy was nothing, and she would be home and away from Russia for a while. She’d have to make sure she didn’t take another job there for a bit, just to make sure.
     
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    The BBS

    Debbie Sam's cellphone rang as she approached her target. She growled and answered it. "What is it?"
    "Ma'am," came a male voice. "We've had contact from Russia, we'll have contact shortly."
    "Anything else?"
    "Yes, we've picked up a trace in France."
    "Get on it then," Debbie Sam said and hung up the phone.

    She kept moving towards her target. He was seated at the bar. Debbie Sam sat down next to him and gave him a smile. He smiled back.

    "Here on business?" she asked with a slight drawl.
    "Indeed I am," the man replied.
    "Would you like to talk business with me?" she asked and then spoke quietly: "Sliver?"
    He narrowed his eyes at her and motioned for her to follow. They made their way outside and into the alleyway. "You got business with me?"
    "A proposition," Debbie Sam replied in a serious tone, "come work for our organization."
    Sliver waved her off. "I'm freelance only." He started walking away, further down the alley.
    "But we could use a man of your talents," she called to him.
    "My talents, huh?" he said. "How about experiencing them firsthand."

    The man turned suddenly and hurled his knives at Debbie Sam. She rolled out of the way, drew her silenced pistol and shot Sliver in the face. She sighed, walked out of the alleyway, and opened her cell.

    "Did you make contact?" the man on the other end asked.
    "Yes," Debbie Sam replied. "He refused and attacked."
    "Are you injured?"
    "No," she said frankly. "But he is dead."
    She heard the man sigh and then continued. "From now on, maybe face to face conversations should be avoided. Kills for refusals should be done at a distance."
    "Agreed," the man replied. "Keep on the search, I want contacts out by tomorrow."

    Debbie Sam hung up the phone and made her way back to her hotel.
     
  23. Bick

    Bick New Member

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    Place: Germany;; Home!
    Time: Who cares? She's chillaxing.

    She made sure her metal curtains were pulled down completely, followed by the blinds and the cloth curtains. Her doors were double-locked, and her secret room below her could only be seen by her own eyes. She lay on the couch and lounged back. Comfort for the first time in months, she really needed the break, work was tiring, and seeing home was something that rarely happened anymore.

    Her mind wondered to her brothers and sisters, the boy had reminded her. She hadn’t talked to them in years, it would be dangerous for them. She picked up her phone, the receiver droned on, but she couldn’t seem to dial. She let it fall back down, and she turned the television on. A very pretty news reporter came on. More droning about something she didn’t care about anymore. She sighed, and lay back, letting her eyes close, as she pressed the power button. Her home was quickly filled with silence. The way she liked it.
     
  24. Leaka

    Leaka Creative Mettle

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    Time: Morning

    Silpheed placed a couple of waffles in his toaster and took of his brown wig. His true shoulder length hair came out. Silpheed smiled and hummed a little. He took out some syrup and turned on the radio to the classical station. He closed the curtains and paced waiting for his waffles to toast.
    Suddenly the footsteps of another come into the room. A muscular man with no shirt walks in. Silpheed kicks the wig underneath the table and the clothes he was wearing underneath the table.
    "What are you doing?" asked the voice.
    "Nigel, I didn't you would be home," Silpheed said.
    "And I didn't know you would be home," Nigel said.
    Silpheed smiled and grabbed the waffles that popped up.
    "Want some waffles," Silpheed asked.
    "I would love some,"
    "Fruit?"
    "Sure,"
    "What kind? Strawberry?"
    "Yes,"
    "Strawberry and blueberry?"
    "Yes,"
    " 'kay,"
    Silpheed smiled delightfully.
    "Why are you so happy?" Nigel asked.
    "No reason,"
     
  25. soujiroseta

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    Donut carefully wheeled his way through the bushes, trying his best to stay clear of crunchy leaves. He got to the main window and peeked in. He just caught him leaving the room. He circled round to the front of the house and waited, crouching in the darkness watching the porch.

    The man eventually came out and sat down with what looked like a hot cup of coffee. He opened a book and began to read. Donut pulled out one of his pistols and quietly attached a suppressor. He waited for a bit, allowing the man to enjoy the last cup of coffee he'd ever have.

    Donut stood up and aimed the pistol with one arm extended. The man sensing his presence paused his reading.

    "So they sent you after all?" Donut shrugged his shoulders,

    "I took my time with this one." Donut smiled a bit from the darkness.

    "Your mother wouldn't be pleased with what you've become."

    "You don't talk about her or i'll make it long and painful, understood?" The man on the porch smiled at him even though he couldn't see his face, "People trusted you. They voted for you and then you throw them to the wolves?" Donut stepped out of the light revealing himself. The man laughed,

    "Disguise as usual i see. You were a fine boy once upon-" a sleek silver bullet shattered the man's front teeth. He fell to the ground and sank into a pool of growing blood. He was still alive.

    Donut walked up onto the porch and looked at the man pitifully before ending his misery with a bullet between the eyes, on the bridge of his nose. No one heard the shots and none saw Donut as he walked away into the night.
     
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