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    Violet smirked "you've got fire." As she pulled her gun out and put her arms around his neck and shot it behind him then put it back.

    he looked down impressed, nodding "You've out done me this time Vi., or have you?" He pulled his gun back out, still facing her and shot behind him, hitting the target in the cinter.


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    Name: Anthea
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    Appearance: brunette with dark green eyes wears black tights white shirt and leather jacket weapons: selections of knives and one hand gun (p99 self loading)
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    He put his gun back moving closer, they where two cinameters a way now.

    She winked "not yet I haven't." And she turned around to where her back brushed his chest and she pulled her gun out and shot behind her, then in front, then to her right and then to her left. All without looking and it hit the center every time. "now I have." And she slid the gun back into her holster "we wil meet again." She whispered as she put a finger under his chin and then headed for the doors.

    He put his hands on his hips looking at the cielling grinning. He turned and walked out.

    Violet sighed she had to go get her knives. She opened the doors went back in and walked to the target and grabbed her knives.

    Violet walked back out and walked down the street, she walked down an alley wit a certain person in mind. And as he came within her eye sight she pulled her gun out and he turned around. She shot him right directly in the middle of his head and he fell dead. She didnt stop walking as she walked over him, her tight black leather suit squeaked as she came to a ladder that led to a rooftop.

    he got to apartment and went to the bathroom turning on the hot water in the shower.

    Violet slipped in through a window and heard a shower running, she touched a picture frame gently with her finger and kept walking till she got to the crouch and sat down crossing her legs and stretching her arms across the sides. Waiting for him to get out of the shower.

    He got out ten minutes later in black robe, "Wanna drink?" He asked when he saw her.

    Violet watched him "no." She said calmly as she stood up and followed him into the kitchen. "We have both been assigned to a mission." She pulled a file from under her jacket. And opened it to show mugshots of a bald guy. "His name is Nicholas Rivas. He has been charged for the murder of four children and his own wife. and was on death row in prison but escaped and its our job to find him and kill him." She sighed. Leaning over the counter next to him.

    "Well then," he sighed, "let me get dressed." He walked to his room closing the door but not locking.

    he smirked inside "no." He walked out dressed.


    Batery nearly dead, gtg.