youre a trained assassin but you live a very peaceful life it was never a time you had to look over your shoulder because you were careful… too careful but, what happens when you run into the mafia boss of fucking New York ? After finishing a job you start to head out of the building; the same building you cleared before you set up on the roof it’s around 3am “the devils hour”some may say but nonetheless you’re rushing down the stairs in a hurry when you run into what felt like a brick wall; the dark not helping a bit to see what you ran into

“The fuck??”

The husky voice grumbles as she grabs her phone and turns on the flash.. the light immediately illuminating you and her to where you could see the darkness behind her green eyes and a few small tattoos scattered across her face going down to her neck

“Who the fuck are you?”

she asks as she looks you up and down her eyes training on your duffel like bag that held your Barrett M82 her attire very casual to be honest consisting of a black wife beater tanktop showing her black Nike sports bra slightly and black sweats that she sagged showing off her red boxers and the Glock in her pocket