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Nate was sitting on his living rooms battered armchair, a faded blue thing with numerous stains, watching the television screen attached to the wall in front of him. He was surprised by how much chaos had happened because of his job killing the family, he wondered if the gang leader who had paid him had known what would happen. Of course he couldn't have known that dead bodies would pop up in the space of only twenty four hours. Both of the major players in La Vida were convinced the other was responsible for the deaths but Nate wasn't convinced. From the few details he could glean from the press, whoever was responsible was professional and extremely skilled. Though the gangs were perfectly capable of killing they weren't known for their efficiency or professionalism. Nate was betting it was a new player someone who was perfectly happy to leave a trail of bodies in his wake. 

Thoughtfully he messaged several of his contacts, he had a lot of them in La Vida's underground, sending them the details and asking if they had any information on the mysterious new player. Nate wanted to meet him or her. In his new job as hired killer it had occurred to him that having someone with the skills, this person had, in his corner as an ally could only be a good thing. Nate was pretty powerful in his own right but he wasn't stupid enough to assume that he was invincible. He was all too aware that if you took away his powers he would be an easy target. 

His phone vibrated and he opened the incoming message. He read quickly then cursed under his breath and sat up in his seat. The message contained an image of a red headed young woman in a battle with another young woman, who looked a little familiar, and a short message. 
[i]Target has not been terminated. Deal with this[/i]

He opened his mouth to speak and Ghost beat him to it, she hurriedly told him she had to go and vanished a moment later. Nate frowned she had looked...worried. He glanced at the tv and saw that the report was about the battle between the two meta's that he had been messaged about. Did Ghost know the target? Or the other meta? His mind thinking in a thousand different directions he grabbed his goggles and left the apartment. He had a meta to find.