Post by Len on Aug 16, 2018 21:16:26 GMT -4
A new week, a new target for her to focus on. Seated in her apartment Len was seated on the chair before her table, a glass of cold milk in her hands, a content little sigh escaping her lips after she took a deep sip from it. It appeared that her informant had tracked down another connection related to her past, the brown document folder spread on the table before her. A gentle sigh escaped the girl's lips as a hand reached for her cheek. "This is going to be difficult..."
The girl mumbled softly. The target was a man called Kanezaki Kotaro, a middle-aged man in the late 40s who owned a jewelry store in Musutafu's shopping district. However, the store was seemingly merely a front, for the man actually used the building to conceal his involvement in a local crime group that he had under his thumb, truly a corrupt man to the core. Unfortunately, she hated to admit it but if the goons of the man were around it might have become a risky job for her, Kotaro might even become able to flee during the raid and then her efforts would have been for nothing.
It was for that reason the young lady had decided to enlist the help of a certain 'assassin'. A mysterious and enigmatic figure called Surtr who would be willing to assist her if the price was right. Having given him the address of her apartment Len merely waited for his arrival, but not without taking precaution and ensuring her preparations were complete. Her pink combat gear was in a perfect state, the long hooded cloak and scarf would conceal her features well enough and she even had prepared a combat knife in case things got bad.
But the pinnacle of her gear was no doubt the P90 she grasped from the table. It was odd just how pleasant it felt to hold the gun, to the point she almost felt the urge to snuggle it lightly. She had even brought some extra magazines for her weapon, each one carefully stored inside the pouches on her hips. After placing the weapon back on the table
When the intercom ringed she approached the door and unlocked it, a little nod being made toward the man. "Surtr? Come inside, I been inspecting you." Len answered as she let the man inside and gestured toward the table. "I'd offer you a beer before the job, but the asshats still refuse to let me buy any, and stealing would get me too much attention before the job."
She smiled weakly as she took a seat at the table and gestured at the folder, it was a simple but detailed report, a map of the area, a blueprint of the shop and the underground section beneath it, but above all, a picture of a stern-looking man with black hair was added to it.
"The reason I thought you might enjoy this little 'job' is because our target is a jewelry store, plenty of shinies for you to snatch and sell if you want. However, expect some resistance, the owner is in cahoots with a local gang of thugs, armed ones from the sound of it. Don't care what you snatch, if your pockets are big enough you can plunder the entire store, only one objective: Ensure the owner doesn't escape, he has information I want, once I get it we can play rock paper scissors to decide who gets to deal with him."
Adding the last part as a jest she reached back for her P90, shifting it lightly in her grip. "Also before the question is dropped, I'm indeed the mercenary Len, no I'm not a 14 years old kid skipping middle school and it's quite likely that I'm older than you in actual age." she added the last bit dryly, waiting for any questions or comments.
The girl mumbled softly. The target was a man called Kanezaki Kotaro, a middle-aged man in the late 40s who owned a jewelry store in Musutafu's shopping district. However, the store was seemingly merely a front, for the man actually used the building to conceal his involvement in a local crime group that he had under his thumb, truly a corrupt man to the core. Unfortunately, she hated to admit it but if the goons of the man were around it might have become a risky job for her, Kotaro might even become able to flee during the raid and then her efforts would have been for nothing.
It was for that reason the young lady had decided to enlist the help of a certain 'assassin'. A mysterious and enigmatic figure called Surtr who would be willing to assist her if the price was right. Having given him the address of her apartment Len merely waited for his arrival, but not without taking precaution and ensuring her preparations were complete. Her pink combat gear was in a perfect state, the long hooded cloak and scarf would conceal her features well enough and she even had prepared a combat knife in case things got bad.
But the pinnacle of her gear was no doubt the P90 she grasped from the table. It was odd just how pleasant it felt to hold the gun, to the point she almost felt the urge to snuggle it lightly. She had even brought some extra magazines for her weapon, each one carefully stored inside the pouches on her hips. After placing the weapon back on the table
When the intercom ringed she approached the door and unlocked it, a little nod being made toward the man. "Surtr? Come inside, I been inspecting you." Len answered as she let the man inside and gestured toward the table. "I'd offer you a beer before the job, but the asshats still refuse to let me buy any, and stealing would get me too much attention before the job."
She smiled weakly as she took a seat at the table and gestured at the folder, it was a simple but detailed report, a map of the area, a blueprint of the shop and the underground section beneath it, but above all, a picture of a stern-looking man with black hair was added to it.
"The reason I thought you might enjoy this little 'job' is because our target is a jewelry store, plenty of shinies for you to snatch and sell if you want. However, expect some resistance, the owner is in cahoots with a local gang of thugs, armed ones from the sound of it. Don't care what you snatch, if your pockets are big enough you can plunder the entire store, only one objective: Ensure the owner doesn't escape, he has information I want, once I get it we can play rock paper scissors to decide who gets to deal with him."
Adding the last part as a jest she reached back for her P90, shifting it lightly in her grip. "Also before the question is dropped, I'm indeed the mercenary Len, no I'm not a 14 years old kid skipping middle school and it's quite likely that I'm older than you in actual age." she added the last bit dryly, waiting for any questions or comments.