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The warm desert breeze brushes against Voyt's cheek as he wordlessly stares through a pair of binoculars. Motionlessly he sits fixated on one position, hat laid down at his side allowing his hair to hang down in a mess, his mask as ever remains securely on his face. Behind him stands the MIRAGE Agent Violet, looking thoroughly bored offsetting Voyt's static and ever professional demeanour.

[color=magenta]"... Don't tell me, Voyty."[/color] Violet moaned, ever so annoyed at the predicament. [color=magenta]"... They cancelled it? But I wanted to kill something! Kill something real good!"[/color]

Voyt placed down the binoculars, still staring at the coliseum entrance littered with angry and disgruntled nomads. 

[color=DarkOrange]"Strange..."[/color] He mused to himself before turning ever so slightly to Violet. [color=DarkOrange]"Unless you want the attention of several other, more law-abiding, groups for killing one potential whistle-blower. I'd keep a lid on it."[/color]

Placing the binoculars in a hidden pouch underneath his poncho, Voyt got to his feet and ran a hand through his hair, though his expression remains unchanged a clear air of frustration surrounds him. 

[color=DarkOrange]"Admittedly, things would be easier were the tournament still going ahead."[/color] He muttered.

[color=magenta]"The Pariah said kill him,"[/color] Violet said with a smile as the breeze danced against her skin and tingled for a moment. All she could do was smile as she placed one of the claws into her mouth. [color=magenta]"So, that's what we're going to do. Though, it miiiiiight be easier if we didn't have the mythic police breathing down our necks..."[/color]

[color=DarkOrange]"The last few jobs weren't exactly good for keeping a low profile"[/color] Voyt said, bending down to pick up and put on his hat [color=DarkOrange]"After this I'm done working with MIRAGE for a while."[/color]

Suddenly Violet pounced Voyt, landing on his back and her claws ending up startling close to his neck. [color=magenta]"C'mon, Voyty, didn't you enjoy all the good times we had! Like killing people. Remember that time we killed that bastard on a cruise ship? I hung him off the side of the boat by his spine!"[/color]

For his part Voyt remained unfazed at the claw of Violet pressing perilously close to his neck, staring up at her with his ever present dull gaze, eyes unblinking.

[color=DarkOrange]"Job's a job."[/color] He replied matter of factly. [color=DarkOrange]"No point getting....."[/color]

His brow furrowed as he deftly shoved Violet off him.

[color=DarkOrange]"He's on the move."[/color] Voyt said quickly.

[color=magenta]"Oh! Where's he goin?!"[/color] Violet asked. [color=magenta]"I'll yank him up onto the roof real quick!"[/color]

[color=DarkOrange]"Hard to tell, can't keep focused on him for long with all these people. We'll have to follow him, find a quiet spot."[/color] 

With that Voyt took a running start and leapt off the side of the roof, tumbling onto the roof of the adjacent building and keeping his momentum as he sprinted forward. Violet followed in a more flashy manner, she telescopically extended her arm and yanked herself to the next rooftop and then rolled as she began running with her arms loosely flailing behind her.

The Nomad in question appeared unaware of his hunters, grumbling obscenities to himself as he pushed his way through the crowd of Nomads. He fitted almost the stereotypical portrayal of a nomad, shaved head, bushy beard, dark coloured gi and ripped to the gills with muscles. He evidently did not lack in confidence either as he blatantly pushed Nomad and non-Nomad alike to exit the mass of humanity, eventually coming to the entrance of one of the cluttered streets. His former confidence shifted ever so slightly as he glanced quickly in each possible direction and began walking much quicker with his head held down.

[color=magenta][i]Look at him.[/i][/color] Violet thought to herself as she watched him.[color=magenta][i]He's scared shitless, but he's about to blow the whistle on MIRAGE. What an idiot.[/i][/color]

Violet and Voyt followed closely as the Nomad faintly but noticeably behaved more and more erratic, feigning taking one direction but going in another, hovering around smaller crowds of people before continuing to journey forward. But no matter what he attempted The MIRAGE Agent and The Gunslinger continued to fluidly move from rooftop to rooftop with frightening speed and grace, despite their differing attitudes the duo had enough experience to work cohesively as a team. 

The Nomad turned a corner and was all but jogging as he stopped dead in his tracks, looking at the thick brick wall in front of him. Alarm flashed across his face as he looked towards his left and right, unable to attempt smashing through the wall without drawing the attention of every passerby in the vicinity. Hastily and with little thought for his movement the Nomad all but threw himself into the decaying building to his left, the darkness of the ruins swallowing him up from view. Which turned out to be not as great of a decision as he thought with the only barest minimum of light coming into the building. He could see a huge silhouette running past him back and fourth, laughing manically for a second before disappearing. He considered turning back but... 

two metallic claws burst out of the ground and wrapped themselves around his body, binding him. 

[color=magenta]"Surprise!"[/color] Violet shouted before pink electrically was sent directly into his body and he convulsed as the room was illuminated with a hot-pink light.

The Nomad lay limp, trapped between the metallic claws of Violet, his body twitching slightly as his head drooped downwards. He let it out a low anguished groan as he struggled to formulate any coherent words.

[color=LemonChiffon]"Please..."[/color] He muttered barely above a whisper.

[color=magenta]"Please [i]continue?[/i] Okay!"[/color] Violet said, before charging him with even more electricity. [color=magenta]"Maybe in the next life, you'll learn to keep your trap shut!"[/color]

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream as the currents further fried his body, twitching violently in every direction as his cries slowly turned into incoherent noises emanating from his throat. His torture was ended suddenly and swiftly as a bullet pierced his forehead dead centre.

[color=DarkOrange]"Job done."[/color] 

Voyt said, holstering his gun, noticeably making a small effort to not look at the former Nomad directly. Violet on the other hand, after she retracted her arms, skipped over to the dead body and knelt down. She raised an eyebrow as she poked the corpse a few times.

[color=magenta]"... I think he's a little well-done."[/color]

Voyt ignored her as he walked over to the window and peered outside, despite the noise and sight of Violet's oh so subtle lightning it appeared the commotion of the tournament's cancellation had continued and spilt out onto the streets, giving ample enough cover. Voyt looked back at the dead nomad for a moment before turning his gaze on to Violet.

[color=DarkOrange]"That's the last loose end tied."[/color] He said folding his arms. [color=DarkOrange]"Don't care if you have to tell Abel or Pariah but I expect payment within the next week at our usual spot or else our business arrangement is done."[/color]

[color=magenta]"Of course, Voyt..."[/color] Violet said as she put her claws in her mouth. [color=magenta]"We would never do you like that, maybe I'll get the Pariah to throw in a bonus for being such a good sport, love."[/color]

Voyt nodded. He walked over to the now very dead Nomad and crouched down, giving him a once over to ensure there wouldn't be anything traceable. Though given that Violet had fried to near unrecognisable status they were most certainly safe but it never hurt to be cautious.

[color=DarkOrange]"Heading back to MIRAGE?"[/color] He asked, continuing to examine the Nomad without leaving any trace of his involvement.

[color=magenta]"Nope... there's some business I have in Zun... especially with all the Nomads ripe for MIRAGE just wandering around!"[/color]

[color=DarkOrange]"I'm sure they'll all be eager to lend a hand."[/color]

[color=magenta]"Yes... after some convincing. but I should get moving... time is money, after all!"[/color] Violet said as she stuck out her tongue... before she suddenly ran out the door and her claw violently extended and attached itself to a nearby building and she swung off.

Voyt turned to watch the incredibly obvious manner in which Violet had decided to depart, under his mask a small frown spread on his lips.

[color=DarkOrange]"Hrn."[/color]

He tipped his hat downwards and walked into the shadows of the building, disappearing from view.