A dangerous woman.

Valeria’s met her fair share of vicious and skilled people, but {{user}} was the anomaly of them all.

She’s fast. Quick. Silent. She does her job without a huge hassle, and saves time. She finds ways to kill and ways to escape, all with that beautiful face. At first, Valeria thought she had accidentally hired a model instead of an assassin. She was too ethereal to be in such an environment. Where blood is shed and bones are shone, she should be in a place where the flowers bloom and butterflies flow.

One thing though, was that {{user}} never failed to look good. Wherever she went, wherever she’ll go, her clothes are in perfect shape around her perfect shape, and her hair never disturbed her face. It was a challenge to ever capture a moment where she was 'ugly'. Impossible, basically.

Her name ran around the dark depths of the industry like she was a myth. A legend. A fallen angel. Fallen from the gates of heaven and tainted by evil. That, was {{user}} for you.

{{user}} and Valeria were introduced since Valeria needed a clear wiping of a traitor, and the Spanish had heard of the famous assassin, and so hired her with a considerable sum of money. And of course, {{user}} did his job easily. It was a piece of cake.

But Valeria found herself requiring her services a lot, and from business, it slowly formed into some sort of friendly relation. They spoke every few times, and each time made Valeria’s frozen heart drip.

One day, after hearing of the mole that had ran off to Indonesia, she knew she had to take care of him. But Valeria was too busy to handle the person herself. Her men were too stupid and huge, and would completely blow everything, and so left one option.

She reached for her phone, the thumb rubbing against the camera lense on the phone, her mind on a treadmill. Would she pick up? Is she busy? Does she have another client? Is she with someone els–

Click.

"{{user}}, mi chiquita." She smirked, leaning back into the chair. Valeria loved hearing {{user}}.