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Blood. Blood and guts. That was pretty much the extent of what one would see if they looked in at the darkened alley, somewhere on the edges of the city. Where did they come from? The answer was brought by a wailing howl of pain, a slow, dragging shuffle, as if a body was being poorly moved through the night. [color=f49ac2][i]An excellent night for murder, if I do say so myself.[/i][/color]

"Please, mercy!" Look's like someone just cried uncle. The shuffling body in question was a rather grotesque and impish goblin, his tiny body full of gashes and cuts, his blood spreading all over the alleyway as he attempted to make a doomed escape from the madwoman who stood towering over him. "I'll give you anything you want! Come on, let's make a deal. I'm not enemy of the Reap-" Oops, shouldn't have done that.

[color=ed1c24]Slash.[/color] Another cut, a few inches deep, right across his chest. A high-pitched screech as more blood trickled out of his new wound, slowly descending down his front. [color=ec008c]"Sorry, small fry, but I prefer my money freshly blooded."[/color] With that, the blade fell into it's sheath on the side of her left thigh, as she pulled her firearm from it's resting place. Out of nowhere she pulled a small pistol-sized silencer, screwing it on tight to the end of the muzzle.

The goblin had moved on from whimpering out pleading words, and simply begged with screams and howls of pain as he continued to drag himself away from the glaring pink haired vixen. But he wasn't fast enough, unfortunately. A silent, yet slightly echoed shot, and the sound of bullet going through skull and brain. Dead.

Removing the silencer and putting away her trusty firearm, she huffed as she lifted up his small body, being extremely careful not to get too much blood on herself. Sitting him up comfortably against the alley wall, she ruffled her hand into the left pocket of her jeans, rummaging away as she grumbled, [color=ec008c]"Thinks I'm stupid enough to deal with a goblin. Jackass."[/color] Pulling out a small business card, blank except for the large imprinted face of a tiger, she turned and walked down the alley, looking over her shoulder to watch the card gracefully drift down and land in the goblin's lap.

It was at this moment that Lilith sensed trouble. As she stepped out of the dark shadows of the alleyway, her eyes drifting back and forth along the street that crossed in front of her, she could hear the unmistakable sound of a large gathering of people headed in her direction. As always, her curiosity won over as she slipped back slightly into the shadows, hugging the left-side wall of the alley as she watched and waited.

It wasn't long before the riot washed past her, countless raging beasts rampaging through along the street. No car was left untouched, no shop-windows left intact, the dark shadows quickly being pushed back by the swarm of fire and destruction. Lilith would have been spotted quickly, if she hadn't used her handy Runez to quickly climb the building beside her. She now stood atop the flat roof of a street-side shop, the smell of smoke and ash rises up from beneath her.

She remained for some time, studying the rampage as it surged into the city, observing the carnage and devastation it left in it's wake. [color=ec008c]"Show offs,"[/color] she mumbled to herself, shaking her head in disgust, and perhaps a hint of jealousy. No doubt the Reapers would quickly hear of this; she didn't doubt they would pay handsomely for any knowledge of the riot. Whatever happened, she knew that she would soon be in the thick of it. [color=f49ac2][i]And what an exciting adventure it shall be.[/i][/color]

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"So, I send you out to take down a grubby, thieving goblin who's been up to no good..."

Lilith merely nodded, her arms crossed tightly just beneath her bust, leaning slightly on one side as she listened intently to her contact in the Reavers, a scruffy, 'rough and tumble' ogre who had seen more horror than he let on. [color=f49ac2][i]I can see it in his eyes.[/i][/color] The ogre was sat at his desk, two meaty hands resting atop one another in front of him.

"You come back with a clean kill... AND it's conveniently covered up by the riot, made to look like a victim of the rampage." Lilith never knew him to smile, but she could tell by the way he was staring up at her, he was impressed. He swivelled his chair to the left slightly to sit on an angle as he leaned back, his left arm moving back to rest on the arm of his chair, leaving his right arm behind to rest casually across the desk.

[color=ec008c]"Not just that, Grog,"[/color] Lilith replied, shifting forward slightly to lean down over the desk, staring the ogre straight in the eyes. [color=ec008c]"I got intel for the Reapers on the riot. Saw most of the damage take place."[/color] She could feel his eyes quizzically deciding whether to make eye contact or try and sneak a few low glances, but that was all part of her quickly thought up scheme. [color=f49ac2][i]Amateur.[/i][/color]

"I'm surprised you didn't join in," Grog finally replied, lowering his eyes down to the drawer under his desk, pulling it out and grabbing two briefcases. Hoisting them up onto the counter, he gave them both a light pat before returning his gaze to Lilith. "Here's your pay, with extra compensation for this [i]information[/i]."

Lilith smiled, quickly relaying 'everything' she knew about the riot. The dolt took in all of it, believing every single word she spoke. [color=f49ac2][i]I have him eating out of my palm. Loser.[/i][/color] She kept a few details to herself, mainly for her own investigation into what was going on. After all, information is a valuable commodity, and a body count is extra.

Once she had finished, she quickly grabbed her briefcases and bid Grog farewell, spinning in place to face the exit. [color=ec008c]"You get any more jobs for me, you know where I'll be."[/color] And with that final word, she swiftly left, starting on the slightly lengthy journey to her apartment.