[center][img]https://occ-0-2433-999.1.nflxso.net/art/5ff1b/521eff481f23a3c269da8f976be57a509635ff1b.png[/img][/center] [sub][color=A71F1F][b]Cunningham Park, Queens Early Morning[/b][/color][/sub][hr] You ever think of death, like really think about it? Have you ever wondered what it's like when the [i]glorious[/i] lady herself wraps those bony cold hands around your soul and rips it straight from you body? Don't kid yourself, it's some pretty fantasy or a euphoric trip. It's a dark abyss filled with nothing but your pain and the mistakes you made in life, coming back from the dead was no pretty trip either. Imagine someone simultaneously ripping all the nails from each of your toes and fingers with a pair of pliers, if you have ever wondered why people usually gasp when they "wake up" now you know. Even after experiencing both life death and then life again, most would think I might get out of this business of killing but it keeps calling me back. That's how I ended up in this park early in the crisp morning freezing my ass off waiting for my contact [i]Mrs.Jackson[/i] to arrive and pay me my money. See I just "handled" a little finance problem her group was having and they are paying me by the head so I made sure deliver a lot of them. Her "accounting firm" is known as a upstanding business that not only helps you settle your books, but they also make small loans to the right people. In actuality they some loan sharks, but instead of loaning to some helpless mother trying to take care of three little kids and put a fourth through college by herself, they loan to the local gangs and other crime oriented groups throughout the borough of Queens. From what I could dig up on the little group they started a little over a year ago, and have become quite popular, as long as you pay your debts back. Mrs. Jackson hired me not knowing my real identity, most people still think I'm dead, that Bullseye got me and my body is rotting in some gutter or that he uses my head for target practice (the rumors I have head since I got back). This was my first real job since returning to the city a few months ago, and boy was it exciting. I felt like a kid who finally got off the bench after a big injury, I was amazing (if I do say so myself), my kills clean, no injuries and I got away before the cops arrived. It was like night and day compared to my last job (which ended in my death), and now I waited to report to my boss. They wanted me to take care of a group of thugs who were in deep with the firm, over 400k and counting. The poor souls wanted to start a drug operation and need some buying money, but instead of starting small they went big with no guarantee for income and ended up owing money to the wrong people. Funny thing is, if I did not take care of them someone else would have; Maggia, Triads, Kingpin, none of the big boys like competition, especially little kids who try to sit at the adult table. So maybe those guys should be glad I took them out quick and quietly, because I can make a list of others would have made an example out of them. The job was easy enough, it's not like they had top of the line security or paid the hand to protect them and all 10 of them were in some shabby condo trying to hide out. It’s over now and that means it’s time to collect. Now don’t get me wrong I love what I do, killing is my career and I take pride in it, but I did not come back to New York to stay. I came back to make things right with Matt and then leave after. If memory serves me correctly, he never saw me wake from my death and I got up long after he had been taken away. He deserved to know that I was alive and well, would Matthew be happy that I am back in the game...no. But he knows me and my nature, plus with the death of the spider things have gotten lively in this shitty city again. If crime here was a bitch then we assassins would be her fangs, and she has been using us on a regular since his death. That’s how I got sucked back in, it started with a simple kill, then a few “simple” kills, and now I am a hire on again. With the return of the “red one”, I am sure news has reached my former employer and his top assassin, along with others who might seek out my employment (if they can find me). As I waited and thought about my predicament, the air shifted and that caused me to tune back into my surroundings. There was an elderly woman wearing a pants suit walking towards me, she was carrying beat up brown suitcase and a cup of coffee. As she stat down, I got a closer look and noticed her light blue scarf and latch-back earrings. She had a worn wrinkly face with grey hair to match, she had an air of wisdom around her but it looked like her and time have been in the ring together for a long time and time was winning. I was in a black trench coat, under was a black suit I had made a while back, durable, doesn’t cut easy, and breathes like egyptian silk. I don’t think I will be dawning the red silk just yet, to many memories and not enough counseling. Aside from my sai, I had a cup of now warm coffee in my hand as she sat down. She looked straight ahead and used her leg to slowly scoot the case until it touched my uncrossed leg. “So you’re her, Elektra. Nice job on this, those pest have been a problem for months. In the case you will find another job for you, if you are interested of course, and like this time payment will follow after its completed.” She said in her British aged voice, without even looking at her I know she had some sort of satisfactory smirk on her face. [color=A71F1F]“I’ll see what the job is and get back to you, and I hope that is all there, considering your profession.”[/color] I said back to her. “Yes, we [i]accountant's[/i] can count, I will be on my way. I’ll contact if anything changes with the targets.” With that she was off the bench fixing her scarf and headed back out into the world. Oh how I would miss her accent, but alas with SHIELD running around it was best to keep these meeting short. I am sure that they knew I was back in town, but since I was not enough of problem then they let me be, or I hope so, there is only one woman who they would send to take me down and I do not need that drama right now. I set my coffee on the bench grabbed the case and opened it up in my lap. The money was laid out perfectly in the bottom half, while a manila envelope and a small white envelope sat in a zipper with a flip phone on the top half. Everything was in order except the white envelope, and I know there was some puzzled expression on my face right now. When I open it and read the letter I laughed, I laughed like the best joke in the world had been whispered in my ear. I put everything back in my case and picked it up with my coffee and walked in the opposite direction of Mrs.Jackson. Life has a funny way of shitting on you at the worst times, but what can you do? Nothing but roll with it and make sure your ass comes out clean in the end. [hider=The Letter] [center]"Nice to see you E." -F[/center] [/hider]