~2:34 AM. Rundown Apartment~ Clara took a deep breath as she reached the top of the stairs, the smell of smoke and other chemicals from the addicts that lived here greatly offended her sense of smell. It was something she was used to though, as she had spent her fair share of time in places like this. Not because she wanted to, or because she was a drug addict of sorts, but because her line of work often had her doing things...of a less reputable nature. She was a hired gun, after all. Well, sort of. She didn't use guns. Just her fists and her magic. And, if she had to brag, her magic was [i]awesome[/i] Stepping into the hallway on the second floor, two of her face tattoos briefly flashed as she walked quietly down the hallway, and she instantly could hear everything on the floor. The drug dealer in one room talking a price for his product, The prostitute and the man talking price, and all manner of other things taking place in the building. She wasn't interested in any of them though. No, the room she was interested in was room 25. The fifth room on the right side of the hallway. That, was where she was heading. It didn't take her long to reach it either. She stopped outside of it, and listened. She didn't hear anything from inside the room, so either there was no one in there which meant the target had moved, or she was going to be walking into a trap. She was smart enough to know that just walking in there would be akin to suicide since she didn't know what was in there. She didn't really have much choice though, as she was running out of time to finish the job. It had taken her long enough to find the guy, but she had managed it. The door and its hinges looked weak enough. Cheaply made, much like everything else in the shitty apartment complex. With enough force, she could easily open the door with enough force and surprise whoever was inside, if any. It was risky, and didn't leave much room for error, but she was confident she could handle it. She took another breath, as the tattoos on her face flashed again, and her hearing returned to their normal human levels. After, the tattoos on her arms lit up as she took an offensive stance. Preparing herself for the fight ahead, if there was one, she kicked the door right in its center, her magically enhanced strength sending it flying into the far wall. She ran into the room, expecting a fight. She was quite surprised when no one was in the room though, as she had been certain it was a trap. Was her information wrong? No, she was sure it was right. Perhaps he had seen her coming? Possible, but it wasn't likely he knew her face. She looked around the room. She was in a dirty looking two room apartment. The pain on the walls had begun to peel, the oven and other appliances had definitely seen better days, and she wasn't even about to speculate what was growing on the toilet. The room, was completely empty of human life. So where was her target? She took a quick search of the main room, along with the bedroom and found nothing telling where he may have gone. She was about to leave and wait outside the building to see if he returned, but the sound of a gun being cocked caught her attention. [i]"Alright, no funny business. You hear me? Hands on your head, turn around slowly."[/i] Clara complied with the directive and turned around. The man who was her target was now standing right in front of her, holding an automatic shotgun right in her face. [i]"So it had been a trap. He must have been watching from somewhere else. Rookie mistake Clara, rookie mistake."[/i] She thought with a frown. This was a dangerous situation, but she could handle it. Wasn't her first time staring down the barrel of a gun. She'd have to be quick though. Quick, strong and decisive. [i]"Didn't think someone as infamous as you was a little girl."[/i] The man said with a snarl. [b]"Yeah, well, this little girl has killed more men than the number of times you've been laid."[/b] She smirked, causing the man to growl. [i]"Yeah, well this ends here girlie. I'm gonna blast you to bits, and mail your pieces back to that asshat who hired you.[/i] [b]"yeah, he is a bit of an asshat, but he pays well. And I like getting paid."[/b] With that, almost all of the tattoos on her body lit up within a split second. In the next second, her right hand was on the barrel of the shotgun, pushing it up towards the ceiling just as he fired. Her left hand grabbed onto his throat, lifting him easily off of the ground. She turned, dragging the man with her as she smashed his face into the wall with enough force to cause a few small cracks to appear. The man let out a pained groan, as his body went limp within seconds, and his hands released his weapon. [b]"Come to think of it, I've probably been laid more than you. Which is like, twice."[/b] She chuckled as she released the hold on his neck, as blood ran down his now smashed cranium. He only groaned again in response. [b]"So, i have a question. Want flying lessons?"[/b] She said as she dragged his body over to the dirty window. With one swift motion and another display of almost inhuman strength, she threw him right through the window, sending him flying to the ground below. She left the somewhat trashed apartment, somewhat surprised to see that no one had poked their head out to see what happened. Not unusual really. Stuff like this happened all the time in these shady neighborhoods. She walked down the stairs, back to the entrance and picked up her jacket that she left hanging on a rack at the entrance. She slipped it on over her tank top and walked out onto the street and reached into her pocket and pulled out a cellphone. She pressed a single button on it, whoever was on the other end picking up swiftly. [b]"Jobs done. Send the payment to the pre-arranged drop. Don't be late this time."[/b] With that, she pressed another button and ended the call. As she walked passed the now lifeless body of her target, she tossed the phone onto the ground, before swiftly stomping it into dust. It was a burner phone and wasn't registered, but one could never be too careful. With her job for the night done, she left the scene without further incident, ready to finally be home so she could get some rest. --- ~Morning, a few hours later~ Clara woke up and crawled out of her bed and went through her usual routine. She may have had a late night, but she was used to the occasional only getting a few hours of sleep. She showered, got dressed, ate breakfast, the usual things people went through in the morning. She wondered briefly if the mans body she killed last night had been found by the police. It would give her some perverse satisfaction to see her own work. She was confident the police couldn't tie her too it, and even if she did she had friends in high places. If not, she could make a bargain and give up her employers if they let her walk. She decided against it though, she had a pay day coming up and she wanted to collect. She left her residence, a rather pricey apartment she rented downtown and went to the drop to collect her earnings. For once, this particular employer had her payment delivered on time. The amount of money though, was going to be spent by the end of the day, or at least a good bit of it would. She needed to pay off her rent, along with a few other essentials. But first, she could use a drink, and what better way to spend a drink than to potentially more work? She knew the perfect bar, and set a course for it.