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So like the fantasy RP I'm not going to go into extended detail for this. We all know the gist of it so I'll keep it short.

You live in the worlds first "Ultropolis," a gargantuan city spanning hundreds of miles. Due to its powerful police force, the place is a virtual utopia, housing almost no crime. Almost. One form of crime still thrives in this wasteland of justice. Assassins. Silent, deadly stalkers, eliminating targets with ruthless skill. Each with their own unique style, it is unknown how many are active within the great cities borders, but one thing is known for sure. If your numbers up, they will find you.


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Alright, think I'm good this time.

[[ NAME ]] Magdalena Pirtzkhova

[[ GENDER/SEXUALITY ]] Female/Pan

[[ AGE ]] 26

[[ WEAPON/STYLE OF CHOICE? ]] MARSOC (Marine Special Operations Command) SCAR assault rifle. Krav Maga

[[ AUGMENT? (As this is a "futuristic" world some assassins have invested in implants/augmentations)]] She has had many of her joints and some of her tendons replaced with a high grade elastic polymer that enables her to move faster and strike harder than normal, but react poorly with electricity. Meaning that if she is hit with a taser or some sort of electrical current is run through her, it makes her joints seize and twitch spasmodically.

[[ APPEARANCE (description or pic. Either is fine) ]]

[[ PERSONALITY ]] Reserved and often blocks her emotions letting only hints of what she's feeling show. She has grown practically numb to the pain she used to feel when she'd pull the trigger, but she figures she's either grown accustomed to the weight in her chest, or it was never really there and she was just a little sick. She has this nasty habit of berating herself when something goes wrong, for instance missing a shot or missing opportunities.

[[ HISTORY ]] When asked about her history she comes up with some snarky remark or simply states "Just the same old sob story everyone has."

Knocking back yet another shot of the clear liquid before her, Sally slammed the glass back down onto the table. Her piercing eyes remained locked on her opponent, a stocky black man, in a wife beater and sweats. "Your turn." The glazed look in his eye clearly indicated that they were almost finished. She took a quick scan of his vitals, finding that his BAC was already at .23. He wouldn't last much longer. Her prediction was quickly proven when the man reached for his glass, missed, lost balance, and fell in an unmoving heap on the bar floor. She rose from her chair to a cheer. The two had been at it for so long , nearly 45 minutes now, they had drawn a small audience. Never one to shy away from the spotlight, she bowed, a smug smirk plastered on her face. She turned, scooping up the 300 dollars bet on the table, save fore taking one last swig from the nearly empty vodka bottle. " I will be back tomorrow night if any of you baby men want to try your hand." Scattered laughed came from the crowd as they watched her leave, without even a hint of wobble to her walk.

Sally knew she was just fueling the Russian stereotype, but drinking was to much fun! Probably her second favorite activity after shooting people. She walked quickly down the darkened street, distracted by her newfound wealth and the copious amounts of alcohol. Though she could hide it well, the night had definitely taken its role in her body. Before she could react, she felt someone's hand enter her pocket. She whirled around to see a figure bolt off into the night. To her surprise, rather than stealing, the pickpocket had left something. She pulled out a small sack embroidered with a large red V. She tugged at the drawstring, stopping dead when she saw the contents. Several thick stacks of hundred dollar bills, and a small paper. She snatched the note, which also had the red V on it. Skimming the words, a small wicked smile grew.

"Good evening my dear. You don't know me, nor will you ever. It is of little consequence. This sum of money is my gift to you. An advanced payment of sorts. There is plenty more for you, should you except my offer. Enclosed you will find two pictures. The woman in these photos are... Problematic to me. Eliminate them. On completion of this task you will receive a deposit of 15,000,000 dollar into you account, along with complete immunity from law enforcement permanently Do not be fooled, these woman are no feeble damsels. They won't go down easily, but I trust you can handle it. Most humbly, V"

The hunt was on.

(Sorry this took so long. I will post in the other one today as well. I will try not to make this extended silence a habit)

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"Here's another one, sweetie," the kind barmaid said, setting another weird sounding drink down in front of Kitty. "Another?" Kitty asked. "Wow, he's persistent. Three drinks and he still hasn't gotten the clue he isn't getting lucky tonight? Well, if he wants to pay for what he isn't getting, who am I to stop him? Poor, sad little man," she added, turning to look in his direction. The man had been trying to get her to talk to him all night. But she really just didn't want to play. Besides, he wasn't her type. Short, with a baseball cap pulled over his no doubt thinning hair, he didn't make her feel much more then a tiny bit of pity. He was delusional. Not because he thought he could get lucky with her, but because he didn't seem to get the hint that she just wasn't interested. The drinks he sent were not cheap but how was it her fault? She never asked for the drinks. And why let the good liquor go to waste? Sipping at the drink, she set it down on next to her as the barmaid continued on. A good looking fellow and even better looking woman made their way closer. They came from different directions so they didn't immediately look like they were together. But Kitty knew that didn't mean they hadn't split up to look that way. The guy managed to snag the seat next to her and put his hand on her thigh. Kitty smiled, seeing the man who'd been sending her drinks get agitated. He looked like he was going to come over and say something but then chickened out. Turning to the fool who had touched her, she smiled sweetly and pulled his hand off of her. "Not tonight, big boy. Maybe another time," she offered, standing up to leave, the drink forgotten. She didn't see where that girl had gone but right now, she wasn't sure she cared. Leaving the bar, she pulled her velvety cloak on. Old fashion, maybe. But it was effective. Pulling it up over her head, Kitty set off at a brisk pace. Today had been a long one. She was ready to just curl up. With any luck, the past wouldn't break through and torment her that night. As she neared an alley, something grabbed at her pocket. She kept nothing inside but still, it was her pocket. Whirling, she reached to catch the grabby hands but came up empty. Growling, she tried to put their profile to memory, planning to repay them. But they darted down the alley, one she knew had too many outlets to give chase in. Instead, she put her hand in her pockets. The feel of something soft and embroidered made her pause. "What the hell?" she whispered, pulling it out of her pocket. Pulling the drawstrings open a bit, she determined it wasn't anything harmful. In fact, it was gold! Not literally, but paper bills were as good as gold. She pulled it shut and stuck the bundle into a much more sensitive spot, an inner coat pocket on her jacket, not her cloak. Hurrying home, Kitty was greeted by her trusted companion, Brutis, her black wolf hybrid. He whined at her, begging for a treat. "Yes, yes, I see you, baby," she laughed at him, pulling out a scrap from dinner. "Here, Bru, chicken." He took it from her gently but eagerly. After locking the door, Kitty moved to the kitchen, opening the container of dog food. Scooping out a good size portion, she poured it into Bru's bowl. Replacing the scoop and closing the lid, Kitty picked up his water bowl to get him some water. Only then did she pull out the embroidered sack. Opening it, she found a small treasure, a letter and two pictures. Looking at the pictures, Kitty admired the strong woman. Both were lovely and, if willing, would be quiet the fling. Picking up the leader, she read, Good evening my dear. You don't know me, nor will you ever. It is of little consequence. This sum of money is my gift to you. An advanced payment of sorts. There is plenty more for you, should you except my offer. Enclosed you will find two pictures. The woman in these photos are... Problematic to me. Eliminate them. On completion of this task you will receive a deposit of 15,000,000 dollar into you account, along with complete immunity from law enforcement permanently Do not be fooled, these woman are no feeble damsels. They won't go down easily, but I trust you can handle it. Most humbly, V
"Well, V, I do believe you and I might just have a deal," she murmured, smiling to herself. Two woman? That was nothing. Research had to be done. And she believed this would be the perfect opportunity to try out her new toys. A couple of artificial flys lay in their homing docks, awaiting a command to go out and search. All she needed to do was give one a picture and set them out to find their prey, to study the woman silently.

Magdalena entered the casino in a form fitting red dress that hugged her curves perfectly and showed just enough to draw a little attention, but concealed enough to let the imagination wander. For instance the thin plastic blade nestled in its sheath on the inside of her thigh was hidden from prying eyes until she wanted it to be pulled into sight. Her flats allowed her feet to pad along near silently on the thick velvety blue and gold carpeting of the aquarium and naval themed environment. She passed several rows of people pulling slot machines and wasting their money until she reached the wall where she turned and strode along to a pair of guards in front of drawn curtains. She smiled up at them, her ruby lipstick shimmered with the light from the hanging lamp above their heads. She pulled a card from in her purse and showed it to the guards who nodded and took her purse from her as she entered. She had known that that would happen, she'd cased the operation prior to this visit. She walked down the hallway and entered a large room with many little alcoves. Some were open, showing round mattresses that filled the entire small spaces, and some that were closed, obviously in use. She snorted silently to herself as she walked over to an open one with a man reclining within. "Legs? Legs Diamond?" Her silky smooth voice flowed, only making the man smile. "Dat's me. Now, do I have to go out dere or are you comin' in here Kiki?" He replied with a Brooklyn accent with Irish hints. Magda giggled and slowly stepped out of her flats and walked up the couple of steps into the plush little room and pulled the curtains shut behind her before laying alongside the man. "Now, Legs, would you do me dis tiny favor, and tell me what you'd do if I wasn't here tonight?" As she spoke his hand found the bottom seam of her dress and was feeling the smooth fabric. "Without you? I don't know sweetheart... I'd find some way to entertain myself." She smiled at his statement, knowing that he'd easily find some sort of entertainment away from his wife if she wasn't there. "Well... Shall we?" As she spoke she shifted her position so she was kneeling over him and started undoing his tie. He helped her undo it and she took it from his hands and placed it over his eyes. "Let's make this fun." She whispered in his ear as he nodded and let her tie it behind his head. She grinned broadly. This was going perfectly. She raised herself off of him and put one hand on his , holding them together as she pulled her knife from its place and quickly embedded it into his throat. His hands strained against hers only momentarily until she had cut through enough that he stopped moving. She wiped her blade on his suit lapel and stood up looking down on his now cooling body. She tucked the blade back into its sheath, ruffled her hair and left the alcove putting her shoes back on and making sure the curtains were closed. She walked back out to the guards as she smudged her lipstick a little before she walked out of the main curtains and retrieved her purse. A few hundred thousand dollars was well worth that trip. Once out of sight from the casino she tossed her wig into an alley onto the lap of a bald homeless woman, revealing her bright red curly hair. She pulled off the thin latex fingertips she had worn and dropped them into the gutter as she pulled her purse over her head and across her body. She had been hired by Legs Diamond's wife to kill him as she had found out he had been cheating on her. Magda took the job as it was easy money, knowing her skills were almost wasted on such a job, but, worth it for the reward. She was not paying as much attention as she should have when someone ran by her and it felt like he had grabbed something from her purse, but she didn't really care as she only had a few feminine articles and a couple bills inside. When she turned around she saw the edge of a shoe vanish into an alley, but was tired and didn't feel like pursuing so she kept walking back to her hotel room. She was curious what the thief had taken so she opened her purse, and instead of seeing something missing, she found something new. "The heck?" She muttered to herself as she pulled out the patterned bag and promptly put it back inside her purse until she got into her hotel room. She turned on the small lamp and emptied the small pouch onto the table. Her blue eyes widened as she saw its contents. A large sum of money, two pictures, and a note. She set the money aside and laid out the note to read. "Good evening my dear. You don't know me, nor will you ever. It is of little consequence. This sum of money is my gift to you. An advanced payment of sorts. There is plenty more for you, should you except my offer. Enclosed you will find two pictures. The woman in these photos are... Problematic to me. Eliminate them. On completion of this task you will receive a deposit of 15,000,000 dollar into you account, along with complete immunity from law enforcement permanently Do not be fooled, these woman are no feeble damsels. They won't go down easily, but I trust you can handle it. Most humbly, V" Her lips pulled taught as she studied the two pictures of the two, not to lie, rather fetching women. She took a deep breath and carried the pictures in one hand over to the small fridge and pulled a can of iced tea out and popped the tab before taking a deep draught. "This sounds like fun." She chuckled as she entered her bathroom for a quick shower before getting into a bathrobe and sitting on the bed memorizing the women's faces before putting all of the items into the sack and then into her purse, and that under her bed where she'd lay. She pulled the covers back and laid down staring at the ceiling before falling into a light sleep, feeling the small bulge where her purse was.

(Well... This is what happens when I feel bad about not posting and then get creative. I'm sorry if I went into too much detail with anything or was too suggestive. I hope that I was discreet enough that you're both okay with it. Please tell me if I went too far with any of this and I will change my typing accordingly.)

Kicking open the door to her RV, Sally nearly tripped on the edge of the carpet. She swung her knife wildly to keep her balance, she ended up stabbing it into the cheap countertop. A string of profanity echoed out of the run down vehicle. By this time the alcohol had fully set into her system. After failing several times to extract the long blade, she fell backwards onto her "bed" in defeat. In actuality, it was just a ratty floral pattern couch, but it served its purpose well enough. What was this whole mission all about anyway? She could only assume that "V" was the man who put the package into her pocket, or at least one of his lackeys. A rising crime family maybe? A few troublesome women on there turf they'd rather not deal with themselves?Perhaps. Whatever it was about, all Sally knew was that she was getting paid. A lot. And immunity from the law? That was like a free ticket to heaven for an assassin like her! She stared up at the wall, her pride and joy mounted proudly for all to see. She had other rifles sure, but that one... It was special. He'd be proud to know how powerful she had become... A few moments later, she had drifted off to sleep, pencil dreams of home dancing in her mind.


"Is it done?"

"Yes master, all the packets have been delivered, and all three seem more than willing."

"Good."

"Umm, master? May I ask what we plan to do next?"

"Wait. Wait and watch"

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Kitty padded over to her desk and grabbed her laptop. Moving to her futon, she leaned back against a pillow and pulled the device open. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, her right had occasionally moving to the mouse so she could click here or there. Snatching the photos, she lay one down on another device, scanning it. A few more clicks, a bit more typing, and she picked up the other picture, repeating the processes. Kitty spent a few more minutes clicking away. The flies began to stir, their wings flickering. Kitty stood and moved over to them, releasing them from their little homing docks. "You've got your tasks, go out and complete them," she told the little creatures. Kitty had built these herself. She couldn't explain the process, it was a mater of trail and error. But now they were complete and she was sure they'd work wonderfully! Picking up a tablet, she watched each fly take off, each searching through data bases from security camera's in the city and just faces on the streets. They would scan faces and determine if it was the person they were tracking down. Once the fly found it's target, they would follow behind at a discreet distance. Brutis whined and nudged Kitty. Bed! his eyes told her. Laughing, she pet his head. "Yeah, yeah, come on, buddy," he said, going to get ready. Once she'd pulled on some pajama's, brushed her teeth, and grabbed a glass of water, Kitty crawled into bed. Brutis curled up next to her, sighing. Sleep came easily. But staying asleep wasn't in he cards. Men and woman from her childhood haunted her at night. The feel of cold steel, the burn of a smack, the dizziness of hunger clawed at her, threatening to choke her in her sleep. The cushy bed and soft, silky sheets did little to help. Brutis turned his head towards her, then nudged her hand until it was on his head. She calmed in her sleep and turned towards him. He smiled and drifted back to sleep.

Magda lay in her bed as the hours rolled over on the small alarm clock on the desk next to her pillow. At some point in the night she slipped into the state where dreams begin to take shape. She began to see images, not clear pictures, but shapes and colors. She could also feel pain, and great distress. Her breathing quickened as the visions became more vivid and clearer. She was sitting in a chair, no, standing behind the chair looking down to a woman bound to it. She, could feel the tightness of the ropes around her wrists and feet. She could feel the tightness in her chest of fear and anger. Beyond the chair were six, no, seven figures. Two of which looked familiar somehow. One of which was smaller, a girl, the other familiar face was that of a grown man. She couldn't see their faces well, but she could see they were crying. In a flash the two familiar faces were gone, the pain in her chest intensified as the four other figures stepped closer to the woman bound in the chair. The figures moved around the figure and she would feel various sharp or blunt pains all over her body. It felt like days before the figures all stood in front of the woman. She could feel the odd sensation of relaxation? Comfort? Perhaps even joy, as one of the men held out a long, thin, shiny object. All she could discern was that it was metal. The figure with the metal moved and the shiny thing disappeared, they all disappeared, as she felt a terrible sharp pain through her stomach. She jolted awake and looked to her clock finding it to be a few minutes after five. She took several breaths calming herself before swinging her legs off the bed and going into the bathroom and taking a cold shower, running through what she planned to do for the day. First she'd go to the store and buy a burner laptop under an alias and take it back to the hotel and do some digging. Using various systems she could find the names and the last known locations of the two targets. While those are running she might go to the exercise room in the hotel and sweat a little before taking a rinse off shower and getting into the pool. So many things to do. She'd pick up some foods while she was out so she'd take less breaks.

Sally woke to the sound of her alarm blaring. It was one of the few electronic things she owned. Ever since becoming an assassin she had learned to steer clear of all devices with an Internet connection. Data trails were bright and easy to follow, straight back to the one who left them. She would not let a bunch of ones and zeros get her arrested. She smacked at the clock, eventually hitting it across the room. It continued to screech, forcing her to get up and fetch it. Finally. Silence. Her mind suddenly flooded with thoughts of yesterday. She had a job to do, and she needed to hurry. She couldn't imagine that she would be the only one to get such an offer, so she needed to act fast. Pulling on a tank top, she fished a black mini skirt off the floor. Should be clean enough. She gave the article in question a good brushing with her hand before pulling it on. She walked to the small closet next, extracting a long black bag, obviously meant for carrying a guitar. This one had a secret though. Popping the metal clasps along the side, Sally swung the lid open. Inside was a mold made of foam, the sort of thing you would see in a workshop to organize tools. This one however, was in the shape of a rifle. It could hold most types, but had been carved out specifically for her AW rifle. She stood, reaching up to pull the deep green weapon off its brackets. Light glinted off the glass lens of the scope, her third eye. Soon enough she would be put to use once again. Slotting the weapon gently into the case, she slung it over her shoulder and headed out. Breakfast first, then work. She couldn't expect to have a steady aim of her stomach was empty now could she? Breakfast first, then... The hunt was on.

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Kitty woke to the beeping of her laptop. Groaning, she turned away from it, wanting more sleep. She could do what she wanted when she wanted. And right then, she wanted sleep. Her eyes closed and her thoughts took on that blurry, fuzzy feeling that happens right before sleep. A second later, she was out. That's when her back up alarm decided to wake her. Brutie nudged her until he got his head under hers and bothered her so much, Kitty chose being awake over her black wolves' insistent nudging. "I'm up...I'm up...let me get out of bed," she grumbled at him. Getting up, she stretched, the straps of her camisole sliding down her shoulders. "Alright, let's see what we've found..." she mumbled, opening her laptop. One of her creations had found it's target. At least, where she'd been the previous night. Smirking, she began coding in instructions to the little fly, telling it where she wanted it to go and what to do.

Magda stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around herself and put her wet hair in a clip as she set out her clothes. After getting dressed she put a few things in her purse, cash, a thumbdrive, her Taser, and spare fingerprints, so she can use the laptop without worrying about being physically traced. She had different sets of them to go with different aliases so if she got pulled over by the police they'd take fake fingerprints and an alias. She left her hotel room and slid the key into a slot in her bra strap, one of the best places to hide something, before she continued out into the street. She ignored the crude remarks and stares as she passed through the, erm, dingier end of the city to get to her destination. She entered the store and bought one of the cheapest laptops inside and slipped it under her arm before heading to a café where she bought a cup of tea and a croissant, and sat at a booth in a far corner out of sight from the street and the camera at the counter. She opened the laptop and plugged in her thumbdrive and began installing a facial recognition software that would help her. Technically she wasn't supposed to have the thumbdrive, but having friends in the tech department of the military who owed you favors definitely came in handy. She sipped on her tea and ate her breakfast as she waited for the software to finish setting itself up. Glancing around the café she smiled to herself. "A perfect spot. It's public, I'm not in view of the cameras, it's not too busy, and there's a back door and front door for an exit if anything happens."

Jogging along the sidewalk, Sally scanned the few faces she passed. The area where she lived was a no-mans land, and that was reflected by its residents. The upperclass bastards called it the Pit. Out of money, out of food, out of drugs... Wallowing in filth and despair while the rest of society averted their eyes. Her eyes locked with a young woman across the street. She sat huddled against a dilapidated brick building, sheltering a young boy beneath her ragged shall. The grubby child stared at her intently, before a small smile broke across his chapped lips. He waved at her, his arm ending in a gauze wrapped stump. Theft was not tolerated in the city, and law enforcement showed no mercy to these people. Nobody cared about them. Nobody would help them. Sally shook her head, clearing away the depressing thoughts. She gave the child a smile of her own, so rare these days. She cared. She would help them. Two bullets is all it would take to raise these Nobody's up. This was why she would win. For her people, her family. She would not fail them.

Twenty minutes passed before Sally arrived at her destination, a small café sitting on the outskirts of the Pit. The place was like a home away from home for her, ever since she was a little girl. Her father would bring her here on quiet afternoons... Back when life was simple. She pushed open the door, the old wood greating her with a familiar chime of bells. Several customers turned, tossing various greetings when they recognized her. "Oi! Marcel!" She called, moving to lean against the counter. A gangly black man poked his head out from the back room a wide grin spread across his thin face. "That you princess? Hold on a sec and I'll be out their." As he disappeared back through the curtained doorway, Sally flopped down in one of the many overstuffed chairs scattered about the room. She glanced around the room, her paranoid nature questioning everything before her. Everything seemed normal... Except for one person. A young woman in the corner of the room, her face hidden behind a laptop. Her eyes scanned the machine, bringing up detailed information on the make and model, glowing a dull blue as they did. Very cheap, barely functional at all really. A burner perhaps? No way to tell anything more without seeing the screen... Her eyes marked her as "Caution", causing a small yellow triangle to hover above the girl. The system would alert her to any movement. She would not be caught unaware, especially in her home.

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Kitty smiled, watching her little bugs do their work. One screen showed the image of a woman sitting in a café, some sort of hot beverage at her side and a croissant next to the cup. She had a cheap laptop in front of her and the booth to herself. She didn't look like much but then Kitty knew just how much could be hidden beneath a disguise. Switching to the other fly, Kitty nearly fell out of her seat as she realized the other woman was in the same café. She needed to get there now. Maybe she could take both woman out now. Fingers flying over her keyboard, Kitty searched for the name and location of the café. A few moments later, she had her mark. Moving to the closet, Kitty changed, putting on something that gave her a full range of motion but still blend into the people she'd seen in the café. "Bru, I'll be back later," she called, snatching up her array of weapons and strapping them into place. Things might get interesting. Kitty just wanted things done and over with so she could get out of here.

Magda took a sip of her tea and then a bite of her croissant as she glanced around the café. Some of the patrons were glancing over at her as she looked at them, but this one woman was seemingly watching her. Wait, is that? Just my luck that's one of them. Wonderful! Except this is pretty public, and there are too many variables with so many people... Plus the windows are huge giving people in the street a clear view as well. There's too much visibility... She turned back to her computer and tapped a few keys letting the software boot up and she began running the two pictures through it. Hundreds of images of people cycled through before it displayed live footage of the café zooming in on the woman she had recognized. I was right. Now, where's the other one... The software opened in a new window so that she could keep tabs on the first one and start looking for the other woman. A traffic cam feed came up a few minutes later showing the second woman walking down the street. It showed her actually somewhat nearby. Maybe she should leave for a better opportunity of getting the other woman? She could draw her into an alleyway and use her Taser, but that, unfortunately, was her only weapon.

Sally eased back in her chair, trying to relax. The strange woman didn't seem to be a threat at the moment anyway. Marcel returned from the back room with two cups of strong coffee, steam drifting off the brown liquid. He sat down across from her, smiling broadly. He wasn't an old man by any means, but she could pick out signs of middle age in him. Laugh lines creased his face, accentuating his strong jaw and high cheek bones, while specks of white salted his hair. Though he was thin his body rippled with wiry muscles, hiding his real strength. A smile played across Sally's lips as she sipped her drink. He was certainly a handsome man, in a "dad" sort of way. "How have you been these days Papa? Business is good I hope?" Pulling out a small flask, she poured a clear liquid into her coffee. Marcel shook his head, chuckling. "Always about the money with you." He swept his arm across the room. "Money is nothing to me my dear! I have my family, my friends, my life? What use have I for more money?" Sally sipped her spiked beverage. "Money makes the world go round Papa." The man sighed gently. "Not my world." He gestured at her drink. "Aren't ya going to share?" She smirked, passing the flask. All thoughts of her current mission had slipped her mind, leaving her unknowingly open...

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