Plz Don't Kill Me - Open

The night shines down at Nilsa's prone body laying across the top of a hover car; not hers. She stares at the stars and wonders how her life would be if things were different. If her mother hadn't walked out on them. If their father hadn't taken up drinking and married that horrid bitch. If she hadn't been taught the art of taking without asking; a profession that was getting harder and harder.

"Hey sexy."

Nilsa's eyes slanted to the side. She looked at the man who was staring her up and down the intent clear in his eyes. She wasn't an idiot. Then again she was wearing a black halter top that barely covered her chest when she was laying down. She was wearing a pair of baggy pants though so that made up for most of the skin showing and she loved her knee high boots and wore them everywhere. Yeah, she probably looked like an easy target.

"I'm talking to you." Nilsa slowly swung her left arm up and cocked her lazer gun. The guy's eyes widen and he pissed his pants. "Please don't. I .. I..." Nilsa groaned loud. Oh by the gods of Sarna. Did he truly think he was gonna bed her if he peed himself at the sight of a gun that didn't even work half of the time? She was a Master with blades the gun was just for show and worked most of the time. She motioned with the gun for the man to get the hell out of her sight and he ran off.

"Fuckin Ditzo," her insult was clear and said loud enough for him to hear as he retreated. She returned to staring at the stars when her watch went off. It was time to go. She twirled her legs in a circular motion using the momentum to stand up. She walked calmly up to the housing complex and punched in the code to enter. She walked up the 4 flight of stairs and was a bit nervous. This was her first mission as a new 'mercenary'. She stood at the door and took in a deep breath.

She thought back onto how she had taken this mission which was a suicide mission. She had been trained by a professional, Lars, and had taken down a few small-timers with his help. She learned how to be thorough and quick and was bragging about wanting a bigger mission. Lars simply laughed and said she was ready to go out on her own at any time. Some smart ass laughed at a woman mercenary and said if she was so bad ass to go after Death himself. Being too proud she took the job and Lars called her a dumb dead bitch. This only made her want to take the job even more.

Now she was going to die because no one had ever caught Death, an ex-merc himself. He was wanted for a long list of things and every person that went after him died. They found pieces of bodies and sometimes no bodies at all. Nilsa slowly let out her breath and reached for the doorknob. Suddenly the door slid into the side and she was staring at a huge barrel.

"Shit."

The man smiled, but when she smiled too, he looked puzzled. Nilsa wrapped her arm around his and pulled him forward while bending at the waist and kicking her leg behind her and up. It connected with his head and she pulled on the gun, but his grip was tight. He fell to the floor and because neither person wanted to let go of the weapon and because he was heads taller and weighed more she fell on top of him. She jumped up and pulled her knees in tight to land on his stomach and rolled off him in a crouch.

Nilsa loved a good fight and it showed in her eyes. The man feinted a punch and Nilsa read it and rolled toward him instead of away and punched him in the throat. He grunted and slammed his own fist down at her chest. The air rushed out of her and she gasped both parties struggling for breath for a moment. She came back quicker and kicked out at him, but he grabbed her leg and slammed her down on the floor. He slid himself between her legs and grabbed her arms. She bucked and rolled, but the man weighed too much. She was trapped and since she walked in she felt that fear.

"Shit." And this time she meant it.

Brock had been a Mercenary Since he was 15 and being a tall husky boy was stronger than most men, and learned early in life that if he wanted live he better learn to fight. He decided to join with other Mercs and do what it took to make enough so he wouldn’t die of starvation, and learn from the better fighters their best moves and develop his own unique style.

Brock never had any guidance as a small boy as he lost both his parents when he was 10, and lived by begging or stealing any food he could. Though he was just ten he learned from the other kids when to steal and when to stay away, and from them he learned to be cunning and you don’t trust anyone.

Being with Mercs didn’t change his way of thinking, but he learn no to turn his back to the ones that looked at him sideway. By the time he was 25 he was bigger and much stronger physically, and there wasn’t a man that could best him in any kind of fight. Brock didn’t particular wanted to kill any one, just the ones that were trying to kill him. He also made a few good friends along the way, was good to them financially as he had amassed a personal fortune.

Unfortunate Brock had also made some enemies that wanted he had, and he was not going to part with anything, not with people that tried to steal it and kill him in the process. Over the years he earned a nick name, and now he was known by the name “Death” than by his real name. Many have tried to kill or capture him and they died at his hands, and now the word was out and new Merc was after him

At 35 Brock was as good he ever was and hearing that the new Merc was a woman he started to laugh softly. Brock had developed great senses and now they were honed with years of experience. He spotted her coming and smiled, wondering why a woman this beautiful want the get killed. He stood by the door and slid it open as she was about to grad the door knob, his gun in her face.

Brock smiled and she smiled back and kind took him by surprise, and she was faster then he realized and went for his arm. Being stronger and bigger he followed her every move with his own, and he played with her counter attack and re-counter with his. Brock began to gain a little respect as she was very good and better than most men, but eventual his size and strength and being able to counter her moves, she was on her back and he was sitting on her.
“Shit” she said looking up at him.

Brock sat on her and studied her face and her firm ample breasts now showing her nipples, the buttons had ripped during their fight. “I don’t know so why are you trying to kill me?” he asked still sitting on her loving the feel of her under him. You must’ve known more about me to know I wouldn’t be an easy kill, so why?”

Nilsa stared up at the man. He was bigger than she had thought. Yes, she had fought him but acted on instinct and hadn't really gotten a good look at him. Now she could see the cold depths of his eyes that hard look that a merc had no matter the age after much experience. The one she was still learning to pull off. Her eyes always gave her away and she hated that she hadn't honed that skill yet. He was more than the average merc. She expected a non-descript male, wirey, almost forgettable. This man wasn't forgettable at all. No wonder he killed all that went after him. He was ... for lack of a better word a man. He oozed man.

"There's a hit on you of course. No one would take the hit on you, but if I did than people would take me more seriously." She lifted her chin in defiance. She wasn't going to tell him she was an idiot and had let pride rule her. That she knew she was going to die tonight and that she went through with it anyway, because her word meant a lot to her. If you didn't have your word than what did you have?

"Besides the bounty has risen to just under 200K caps." She squirmed trying to see if he loosened his grip anywhere while they talked. She tried to widen her eyes to show that she was just a rookie and if he moved back just a fraction she'll be able to wrap her legs around his middle like a pretzel and throw him off. She just needed him to lean back. An idea popped into her head and Nilsa went for it. She raised up as if to head butt him or kiss him. Certainly he would lean back from her just that fraction she needed and she could get her legs around him and toss him off. Maybe even grab her laser that hardly work and put it on him. Maybe just maybe she could get the upper hand.

Brock stared at her as she was staring at him, she looked so you young and maybe a little naive if she thought she could kill him. Yet, worst fighter than her have tried and died for it, and she wouldn’t be the last trying their luck. He couldn’t figure why one so young and beautiful like she was, would even think she could kill him. What possessed her to even try it if she knew anything about him?

To make sure she would be foolish enough to try anything, Brock placed both her biceps under his knees and put a little pressure to let her feel a little pain. Perhaps she would take it as a hint. He wrapped his legs under hers and if he leaned back sudden would break both her legs, and he hoped she was aware of it and wouldn’t try it. He nodded his head after she told him he was marked for a hit, but that was no news to him. Many have been trying for years now and they all died, hence the nick name “Death”

Brock had already surmised that she was trying to make a name for herself, and between the notoriety and the price money for killing him, it was worth taking a chance and the hell with consequences. Brock had respect for her even though she tried to kill him, but only because she was the best at bare hands fighting, and killing her he wanted to avoid if she would just stay put.

“By the way, my name if Brock and the name Death came from peoples that did what they shouldn’t have done. I mean that if you move from where you are now, you risk adding more death to that name. I hope you are aware of that, for it would be a terrible way to waste that potential inside you.

“Tell me your name then tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right there right now,” he told her and his eyes ganged color slightly. One more thing, do you have any sense of honour, or are you one of those that don’t know the meaning of the word?”

"Brock?" She questioned why he was telling her his real name instead of his merc id. Something she hadn't quite earned except as 'young bitch' which in all honesty she liked. In her young world she thought it was pretty bad ass. That and she truly was. "I know," she moaned when he said how he got his nickname. She had tried to get the upper hand and now she rested on the floor. Perhaps she could get out of this alive. But how would anyone know she had tried? Would they believe her or call her a liar?

"Waste potential in me?" She blinked at him. "My name is..." She paused and decided on the truth. "Nilsa." She didn't know what to say to change his mind at killing her, but she liked how his eyes changed. That was fascinating and she stared at them a bit more intently. What if he was part cyborg? No that was illegal, but so was being a merc. Nilsa bit her lower lip thinking of what shit she had really gotten herself into.

"Honor is why I'm still here even when I knew I was going to die. Why I wasn't going to kill you in your sleep. I know Honor and that's all I have." She glared at him pissed. If a merc had no honor or their word they were worthless. "I don't know why you shouldn't kill me except that I give you my word if you get off me I'll won't attack you ... unless you attack me first." Her hands were getting numb and he was freaking heavy.

"Besides I don't want to die, but ..." she hesitated biting her lower lip again. "If I go back and they'll know you aren't dead they'll call me a liar or want to know how I got away. I ... I can't go back there without .. something. But I don't want to die," she added quickly. She was in a lose lose situation and didn't know what to do. "Maybe you can give me a lock of your hair..no that won't work. Oh, a body part. Like an eye or finger. They'll believe that and I'll let you ... scar my face. Something wicked cool." She nodded her head hoping he didn't decide she wasn't worth the 'potential' and kill her anyways.

“Brock” she repeated saying his name and could tell she was surprised that he actually told his name. Perhaps she was never aware that he had a real name like everyone else, though she agree that she knew how he got his nick name. Brock didn’t think she had much knowledge about her potential fighting skill by her reaction. Though she hesitating for a moment, she eventually told him her name was Nilsa.

I can say it was a pleasure meeting you Nilsa, but you can remedy that by cooperating and it won’t get yourself killed.” She continued to scrutinized him as she didn’t look sure of herself, and with a big strong man sitting on her he wondered what went though her mind. Brock gave Nilsa plenty of time to think up answer if she meant to lie, but then she was telling some truth he noted. Referring that she was honourable and what why she was here, though she knew she was going to die. Brock chuckled softly and looked into her eyes.

She went on saying that it was why she didn’t kill him in his sleep, and that without honour a Merc was worthless. One thing was sure she was right at that point; though she was slightly agitated, thinking that he was questioning her honour. “No need to get riled Nilsa I was not questioning your honour I had a reason for asking.”

Her last answer to his question was honest and that scored a big point for herself. She had no reason why he shouldn’t kill her, except that she didn’t want to die, and he couldn't realy blame her for that. He also believed her when she said she wouldn't attack him. Brock got off her before she realized he was standing.

Nilsa began to babble about what everyone would think of her if he was still alive, and she didn’t wanted to die and some other reasons that he was going to sit on her one again so she would stop babbling. He clamped his big hand over her mouth and squeezed enough for eyes to get very wide.

“Nilsa Give your mouth a rest please, I like to talk to you about your potential and to join me. I could use your help with something, and if you don’t like it you’re free to go.”

As soon as he got off her she rubbed her sore wrists and flexed her fingers putting the blood back into them. The tingling hurt, but it was a good pain. One she needed and liked. It told her she was still alive and at that moment that phrase meant a lot to her. More than it normally would. She was playing up the hopeless damsel thing with zeal, but when he got off her she let her real self show in her stance. One leg was angled under her, the other was bent at the knee and wrapped an arm around it. It was a nice bad ass lounge look and she pulled it off with ease.

She was still talking about how she could further her career when Brock moved suddenly and covered her mouth. He was fast. Real fast for such a big guy. Her eyes roamed over him once again and she had to struggle to keep her mind on the duties and job. She stared at him her now free hands moving to her back where she had a blade hidden. She wasn't sure what he meant to do, but she did say she would attack him if he attacked her first. Her hand grasp the handle and she was about to pull it out and at his side when his words penetrated her brain.

"My .. potentia.. like .." she stood up. "With you? Working with the best?" Her eyes lit up. Death was way better than Lars. Hell Lars only did small time for a reason. This man did big time. "Help you with what?!" You can already tell she was game, but she was trying to get all the details first. Though truthfully Nilsa wanted to say yes just to have her name associated with his. She stretched her top rising exposing just the bottom of her breasts as she glanced around his apartment.

Little did he know she had no place to live and she was going to bargain for a lot more than just her life if he was really interested in her. She was going to bargain for room and board as well. Hell, she was a street kid. Give them a foot they take 5 miles and still ask for more.

Brock made that proposition to Nilsa because the potential he saw in her, and he gave her time to digest his offer as she was ready to get off the floor. She was young and wanted adventure, but she also needed the guidance she never had he guessed. He did notice her eyes lit up at the mention of her working with him, and that was a good step forward. Though she was young and inexperienced, she moved well in a fight and she was rather smart, though coming after him was not smart.

Brock braced himself for more babbles, as she sort of repeated “My ...potentia...like..” but eventually she got it that he wanted her to work with the very best, as she put it. Nilsa was too naive about the peoples she was working for, and unknown to her Lars was behind all the problems Bock was held responsible for. She would be able to get some information that he could use against Lars.

“Well you haven’t said yet that you would work with me, but I’ll ten you what help I need anyways.” He looks as she stretched sowing him that her breasts were firm. He smiled before he started talking again. “As I’ve already mention it to you, I don’t for the fun of it, I kill when I don’t have a choice and most the ones I kill work for guess whom, Lars and all his band of killers.”

Nilsa was all eras now and the look on her face told him she was game and ready to work with him. Nilsa you can think about and if you like you can stay here, and you’ll have a chance to see more of what you can’t see at the moment.”

Nilsa tilted her head. Brock was the quiet, brooding type. She could tell. That and he was matter of fact, direct with everything he said. They would make a great team. She could liven his world up and maybe she wouldn't get away with half the shit she did with Lars, but if she made Lars too mad she knew that she could flash a little skin and if he was murderous a quick romp and she was forgiven. Hell her body was as much a tool as her blades and she would use it just as easily as she would stab someone in the throat.

She was done evaluating what she could see in the room and was looking at the man trying not to show what she was thinking. That if he was like Lars and if a quick romp would forgive her of having crashed a hovercar trying to win a race for a measely 50 credits. Or losing the trail of a perp because that brownie looked sooooo good and she had to get a bite. Or oversleeping and not being there when Lars got jumped. Though in all honesty he should have been able to handle himself right.

Nilsa propped her hands on her hips relaxed, one finger gently caressing the hilt of her knife. Her gun was in her boot, she noted and wondered if she could have somehow used that to get out of her early predictament. Than again the thing didn't work all the time and how was she to get to it. Yes, she was would work with Brock simply because he would have made her better. She did slowly sit down when he mentioned her old mentor's name. "Lars? But he doesn't go after the big guys. He's too..." she almost said scared. Why would he want to kill someone who protected her and clothed her and fed her. She wasn't sure she could do it and she looked incredibly sad.

Nilsa nodded at his offer, but knew she was going to leave until her computer went off. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small black chip. She walked over to Brock's hologram and inserted the thing as her own portable monitor was long broken. There was a cackle and then Lars voice came on, the picture stayed black, meaning he hadn't recorded any visual to the message Nilsa, also known as the young bitch laughter Went after Brock tonight. She hasn't been seen leaving his apartment. It's to assume she's dead. After she went in there was noises, but it stopped after 5 minutes. I think I won the bet. I'll be expecting 100 caps from each to you "Mass Send," said the computer letting Nilsa know he had just sent his message to everyone and hadn't thought she would be alive to hear it.

She slowly sank down onto the floor. "He sent me to die?" If he hadn't told her no, if he hadn't been insistent that she was being dumb she wouldn't have tried to kill Death. Or Lars could have just said no or backed her up that she was good when his friends said she was shit. She flipped her knife from her back and twirled the blade in her palm. Her eyes were cold and she nodded. "Okay, when do we start?"

Brock though was sure he made a good decision having Nilsa work with him, somehow he had a feeling he would have his hands, and it wasn’t her ample breasts he had in mind. Though she sure looked sexy and could drive a man creasy with lust, but it was that wildness she had about her that comes from not having any guidance. Brock didn’t fail to notice some change in her facial expression at the mention of Lars, but perhaps it was what he said about Lars.

He was sure Nilsa would be a great help to him, if she would stay true to her words, well he hoped, being sure, was a little presumptuous of him, women can be very unpredictable at times if not most of the times, and with Nilsa could be more true. None the less Brock was sure of her potential and if he could teach her, she might be grateful and really became his partner.

He noted her interest when he said she would have a chance to see what she couldn’t see now, and though the apartment was not that small, the rest of it was well hidden from anyone entering his place. Nilsa would have to know the place if they worked together, as it was a hiding place and an exit if he wanted leave unobserved by anyone.

Nilsa was about to tell something about Lars but sop mid sentence, and wondered what it was she didn’t want him to know. Nilsa you were saying “Lars? But he doesn’t go after the big guys. He’s too.” ”What else did you leave out? This is not a good way for us to start, not if we start keeping things from each others.” He looked into her eyes much closer and saw a little cloud in there, but he didn’t say anything.

“Look Nilsa I think I know Lars allot better than you ever will, I don’t trust and never have he has no honour and he would kill his own mother if he would make a profit, but I don’t want talk behind his back, but watch yourself with him because he will turn on you for money.” Nilsa reached into her pocked a small chip and walks over to Bock’s hologram and he went along and watched what she was doing. They both saw and heard everything, and lucky for her Lars didn’t erase it after wards. Brock reached to grab her as she just sank down before he knew what happened.

Brock reached down and lifted her up and held her against his chest for a moment. There was nothing he could say and he felt the anger in her body.
“Ok, when do we start?” she asked. “We’ve started already Nilsa, I was going to do him in, but you’re welcome to take him while I watch. Come, I’ll show you were you’re bunking.”

She had denied answering Brock's questions before. She didn't know this guy, this death, and the first thing you learned on the street was not to trust anyone. She thought she could trust Lars, but that was wrong. She thought she knew him. The whole time he was playing her and she thought she was playing him! What a fool she was. What a bigger fool that when Brock turned away from her was when she noticed how large and hard his chest was. She was taking a big chance trusting this man, but what else was she going to do?

"Lars is a coward. I took down most of the people with his guidance. I lost a little ... not respect, but something. He wasn't a man in my eyes and I think he knew it. I know all his little hideouts and fears. I also know he would have replaced me by now." She looked sad, but she quickly blocked it off. "I also know he knows about this place and gave me the code to get into your building."

She glanced around as they walked noting the apartment was actually kinda bigger than she had oringally thought. She also had another question. Where was his weapons? Surely every Merc had weapons stashed somewhere and she was sure he did too. She hadn't see any and not even a tell where one could be. This man was good.

Brock led her to a room with a huge bed. She wasn't sure if it was his or hers, but she got the idea. 'Payment'. Sure he would teach her all she needed, give her a place to call her own for now, but what was he really getting in return? Yeah, she would have to put up somehow. Why else take her to the room instead of juswt pointing it out and giving her directions as to where it was. She sashayed over to the bed and sat down. It was night and comfty. She pulled off the little whisps of cloth she called a shirt and walked back over to Brock. "It's nice." Her eyes rove over the man, "very nice."

She stood on tip toe and coulnd't quite reach his lips. She pressed herself against him, almost grinding, her heels touching the floor and then she would push up again trying to get her lips to touch his. She wrapped her arms around his neck as best she could and try to bring him closer to her. She slowly closed her eyes and waited for him to finally join her even as she grabbed his hand and pressed it hard against her breast.

Brock knew that right now Nilsa hated the world and in her place he would to, but Brock had gone through this many times and took things one at time and dealt with it in his own time. Nilsa was still young but she was learning and he hoped she would learn to at least trust Brock. Brock let Nilsa vent her anger by saying Lars was a coward which was true, and by telling him all she did for him, and where she got all the information to get into Brock’s place.

Brock was not going to tell her that he already knew about the hit, and though he didn’t know by whom, he was waiting and spotted her when she got close enough for the video to click on. He would have to tell about the surveillance, than she would know that she was on the video. She would have to learn that things are not always what they seem. He noted that Nilsa was looking around for some indication of a hidden door or secret passage or something, and he smiled.

Brock led her to the only sleeping area where three bedrooms were. All three bedrooms had big beds as most of his friends were big guys, and he opened the door of her bedroom and both went in. Nilsa looked at the room but mostly at the bed and it her a while before she said anything, and he wondered what it was in the room that maybe she didn’t like. She walked over to the bed and sat on it for a moment then got off and pulled her shirt. Brock just looked at her wondering what she was thinking of doing. “It’s nice.” And she looked him over for a moment, very nice” she said again.

Brock didn’t say anything nor moved. She was right in front of him on tip toe but still couldn’t reach his mouth as he still didn’t move. She pressed her body to his and tried again but still couldn’t reach high enough. She finally gave up and stood there as if she was waiting for him.

“I don’t know where or who taught you to sell your body for service, but you came to the wrong place. Look Nilsa you are very beautiful and I would love to have you in my bed, but this is not for service render either. I meant what I said about your possibilities and would like you to work with me, and the next time if there ever be a next time. You’ll come into my bed because you really want to and not for payment; the offer came with no strings attached.”

“Come I’ll show you where the kitchen if I imagine you’re hungry by now.”

Nilsa felt his body stiffen and she opened her eyes in surprise. Wasn't this what he wanted? Or was it he who was supposed to tell her to lie down or something else 'macho'. She sighed and waited, but his words caught her by surprise. She actually felt embarassed and alittle ashamed. She did what any street kid would do. She acted bad ass and crossed her arms over her breasts feinting like it didn't matter.

She thought on his words and looked over at her shirt wondering if she could grab it and put it on without losing face. At least he thought she was cute and did want to have sex with her. She walked over to her shirt and put it in her back pocket part of it hanging out like a rag. "I can eat." She replied and followed him.

She felt that her exposing herself said two things: She didn't mind nudity and that she wasn't embarassed at what happened back there. No big deal. Even if it did stun her for a moment. At least she knew she wasn't gonna have to put up to stay. "So if your not expecting to hit anytime you feel than what sorta payment are you expecting?" She grabbed an apple and bit into it. He did offer her food and she didn't think he would mind her taking the apple.

She sat down on a barstood and watched him. She figured he was offering to cook her dinner. That and she hadn't cooked in years so she was better at burning than making anything edible. "So what are you making me?" She didn't offer to help.

It took Nilsa a moment to realize he wasn’t going to kiss her and opens her eyes surprise written on her face, and she was at loss for words. He didn’t know if she was pissed at him or she was glad, but he didn’t she was glad either; they way she offered herself it looked as if this was a natural thing for her. Obviously she didn’t think much of herself or she wouldn’t do it, though he was almost sure he saw a little red on her face.

Brock was a little disappointed in her action, but then again maybe she was trained to use her body for payment. Right then she acted like a kid that didn’t know right from wrong, as he picks up her little top and puts it in her back pocket, and that was not nice either as it was difficult for him. He could help his eyes from looking, Nilsa breasts were natural and very firm without a sign of sag, and her nipples looked hard and big and delicious.

She finally said she could eat and she followed him into the kitchen. He didn’t why she didn’t put her shirt back, and didn’t seem to bather, or, she wanted to be brave and show him up. Brock did his best not to look though it was hard not to. A moment later she asked what sort of payment he was expecting, and he guess that she didn’t understand him.

“Nilsa if I wanted payment I would’ve said so. I said I would like you to join with me because I saw the potential in you. I am sure that if you train with me you’ll be one of the very best, and I could use your help to do some for me. We can work as team and offer our service for money, and we would go 50/50 after expenses, “he told her as she was eating an apple. As for what I am making for you, I don’t know. You go look in the fridge and see what you like”

He looked at her as she got off the stool and her breasts hardly moved, and he wanted to reach out and feast on them.

Nilsa thought she caught glances of Brock looking at her chest, but she wasn't positive. She just thought it was her trying to make up for the fact that he had rejected her earlier. She watched him move and would have loved to have him take her up on her payment. Though this was better. It meant she didn't have to put up when she didn't want to, but she had wanted to. She put her head in her hand and continued eating as he spoke.

"So no strings attached. You just want me, because I somehow impressed you in 5 minutes." She shrugged and slid off the stool. She walked towards the fridge throwing the apple core into the trash can on her way. she opened the fridge and the cold air hit her. She reached into her back pocket and pull on her shirt. She bent over looking and looking before pulling out a pair of steaks.

"I'll take these, though I'm not sure what you'll eat," she joked. She put the steaks on the counter and went back to the frig for the salad she could create while he fixed the steaks. She grabbed his fruit and put them in the slicer and put a bowl under it. Once all the fruit was sliced, the slicer automatically taking the bad parts. "I'm done." She made a fruit salad and sat back down waiting for him. She smiled. She hadn't done much but she could put fruit into a slicer the only thing she couldn't burn.

Brock sat on the stool waiting for Nilsa to make up her mind and go look in the fridge, though he turned her offer for sex down she still was lovely to look at, and though he felt slightly aroused he manage to think of other things.

“Why are you so surprised that there are no strings attached?” he answered her, and yes I was impressed by your fighting skill even if it was for a few minutes.” He said looking at her getting off the stool and walked over to the fridge, and threw the left over apple in the trash can as she went by it. Brock was a little disappointed when she opens the fridge door and the cold air hit her breasts. She reached into her back pocket for her shirt then put it on, though it didn’t cover very much, he could see a good amount of them.

Brock got off the stool as Nilsa held two steaks in her hands saying she. He smiled at her humor when she said she was taken, and he got busy preparing the seasoning, he smiled when he saw Nilsa getting things out of the fridge to make a salad while he lit the grill for the steaks. Brock was busy and didn’t pay attention what she was doing, heard her saying “I’m done” as he was putting the steaks on the grill.

“Nilsa would you please open one of those doors and get a bottle of wine, he said pointing to the door. “The steaks will be ready in ten minutes and the glasses are just above there.” He pulled on drawer and brought out a corkscrew puller and put it on the kitchen counter, then cut the seal of the wine bottle Nilsa had place on the counter, pulled the cork of the bottle and then let it sit open while he got two plates and placed a steak on each plate.

He noted Nilsa had placed the two wine glasses and the salad on the table, and placed the plates on the table before he went to get the wine. He smiled at Nilsa as he saw she was watching his every move.

"Because there's always strings attached. It's either sex, or do a quick job, or snitch. By and by I don't snitch. Someone always wants something from you. Even your parents. People aren't to be trusted." She tossed her hair as she spoke it seemed more like a security blanket gesture than anything else. "Hell, I thought I could trust the man who trained me and look how that turned out, so yeah I am wondering what you want in return."

Neither said anything. He had made his point she had made hers. Partners were supposed to trust eachother. She thought Lars and herself were partners even though he was more a mentor and boss. She watched Brock wondering exactly what he was thinking as he grilled. The smell was delicious. She was looking at his profile and she wondered if he was aware of her every move. Probably she couldn't imagine him being as skilled as he was and not knowing what she was doing or where she was at.

Nilsa slid off the stool again when Brock asked her to get some glasses. She reached up high her shirt rising with her and exposing her breasts once more. She was on tip toe before she could grasp two glasses with confidence that she shouldn't drop them and break them. She was always too short for cabinets these days. She glanced at the wine, but never having drinking any she just picked one of the pretty labeled one and set them where Brock had asked.

Nilsa watched him move. It was elegant, smooth, determined. Each step was decided before he made it and Nilsa wanted that. She waited while he put a plate in front of her and one where he would be sitting. He sat down and Nilsa closed her eyes saying a silent prayer for the food and her life. While her eyes were closed she was very much of aware of where Brock was, still sitting. She opened her eyes, "Amen," and watched as he poured wine into a glass.

She took a sip of wine and found she liked the stuff. It was sweet with just a little tang. No like the Kana beer they usually drank. That stuff was bitter and cheap. She drank half the cup before finally taking a bite. "Okay, partner," she stressed the word slightly almost tentatively. "What did Lars do to you to make you want to take him out? And how exactly can I ..." Nilsa trailed off finally seeing her 'payment'. "You need someone to get close to him or need the information I know huh?" Now Nilsa could relax.

She took another bite and nodded. "This is really good. I'm impressed."

"Because there's always strings attached. It's either sex, or do a quick job, or snitch. By and by I don't snitch. Someone always wants something from you. Even your parents. People aren't to be trusted." She told him and Brock didn’t blame her for doubting his motive, but again he said he could use her help and if she didn’t want to, it was up to her to decide. Though she got a raw deal with trustily Lars, it was her fault for going in blind and without knowing whom to trust.

Brock knew he had allot work to do with Nilsa and it was a question how long with her, it didn’t bother him if she didn’t trust him yet, but he knew she would eventually once learn his interest is actually her. He’s been living alone far too long and he wanted someone he could trust, and for some odd instinct he knew he could trust her. Nilsa was constantly scrutinising him and to him as good as she was learning to read people.

They ate in silence for a while before Brock said to her. Nilsa I don’t really blame you for not trusting me or what I said no strings attached, not after what Lars did to you, but you also have to take some of the blame. You went in blind and didn’t know anything about the man, and that’s something you need to learn. You must learn what you can if you’re going to be in partnership with someone, and that include me if you like, but don’t take one’s word as gospel truth.”

Though Brock didn’t say anything he smiled as he saw Nilsa close her eyes, and he wondered if she was meditating she was so till, and when her eyes opened she said “Amen.”

Brock said “Amen” very softly looking at her. He poured wine into her glass then into his, puzzled by her meal prayer. He was still looking at her as she took her wine glass and took a sip, than she drank most of it before she put it down on the table. Right then it told him she never drank wine before, and she would be drunk very quickly if she didn’t slow down.

“This is really good. I’m impressed.” She said after taking another bite. “Thank you” he replied. “Next time is your turn to cook” he said teasing her a little.
A moment later she said “Ok, Partner,” then she asked why he wanted to take Lars out.

If you really want to know we had a contract for a job which we did, and Lars was taking all the info and the money, which happen to be a large sum of money to pay me three of my friends. He was to meet us in a secret place only me, my friends and Lars knew of it. The place had been booby trapped, and because I had something I had to do, I told my friends to take care of it and I’ll them later. The place went up in the air killing my three friends and he blamed me for it as I was not amongst the dead.”

When she asked if that’s why he needed her, that was the idea, but after they both herd what Lars had done, she was out of the picture to Lars she was already dead.

“That was what I had in mind, but now you’re dead to him and in danger for your life, and now he owes us both.”

Nilsa shurgged at Brock's assessment. When Lars found her she had been some kid on the street. She had been trying to pick his pockets when he caught her. No one had ever caught her before and when Lars laughed instead of kicked her ass she thought he had been a good guy. She had just turned 18 and told him she wanted the money to celebrate her finally not being a kid. He celebrated with her and unbeknowst to Lars had lost her virginity to him; or least she didn't think he knew. After that she never left Lars, learned a whole, including that sex was just another negotiating tool. Obviously she'd been trained wrong and for a number of years.

They continued eating and she laughed too loudly at his joke which wasn't that funny. She felt a little different. It wasn't like the buzz she got when drinking the cheap beer she drank. She felt more alive. She finished off her glass of wine, poured another, and was halfway done with the 2nd by the time Brock finished his story. Her steak was gone too and now she was just drinking idly.

"I knew he was a bastard, but didn't think he was a rat bastard. I'm sorry. To double cross your partner.."Nilsa trailed off. She truly felt his pain since it had just happened to her no more than a 1/2 hour ago earlier.

"Yeah, but I could come back to him hurt really badly. He'll believe that. Or I can tell you all I know and we can map out a plan to get him. I really want him dead now." She finished off her 2nd cup and stood up. The apartment shifted and she change her footing to match it. "That's odd." She felt thirsty and poured herself another glass and drained that one before Brock could stop her which is what it looked like he was trying to do.

"So. Obviously I need training. So come on. Let's train." Nilsa was trying to bounce on her tip toes, but the freaking apartment kept tilting or wait was that her She didn't care. She lunged at Brock and for a slightly drunk girl she was pretty good. Obviously the drunken style wasn't lost on her. Infact she could have invented the drunk style of martial arts she was that good. She was obviously not sober, but she dodged at the last minute and threw punches with all her weight behind it so if she missed she went tumbling too. It was an impressive sight if you weren't Brock being attacked.

They ate in silence for a while both with their own thoughts no doubts, and the only defence was Nilsa drinking, and though Brock didn’t mind it, he didn’t like her getting drunk either. Drunken people are very unpredictable and most times they are not ware what they are doing, and that was the last think he wanted to see happen to Nilsa.

“Nilsa I think you should ease up on the wine or you’ll be drunk in now time, and the worst we’’ be tomorrow when you wake up, if you wake up he said smiling. Well we all knew he was bastard, but not a back stabbing killer bastard.”

Brock thought about what Nilsa suggested for her to go back and spy, but he would see through that knowing that she came here to kill him, and Lars knew better as he knew what Brock was capable of. “No Nilsa, absolutely not. He will know we met and talked because he knew that if you shoot first, you would never get another change, that’s why he thinks you dead.”

Nilsa downed another drink and he could tell she wasn’t very steady though she wouldn’t think so, and he had no idea what type of drunken Nilsa was, and the way she was behaving, looked as if she was the playful type and meant a very long night. She was trying to shadow fight but she couldn't stand up on her feet to well, but that didn’t stop her as now she wanted to train with him, and took another drink.

“Come I think you need to go to bed and no training after drinking either.” He picks her up and carried her into the bath room and put her in the shower. He turned the cold water on and she grabs him tight as the cold water hits her and both got soaking wet.

Nilsa was slightly drunk and thought she was doing well when Brock went under her and picked her up. She yelled about him being a cheating runt and that his aim was to strike her not pick her up. She fell hard on the shower floor and the cold air was too cold. She grabbed him and pulledhim down soaking him too while laughing. If she was gonna get wet so was he. The runt. The cold water did good and she pushed herself out of the shower stall and stood on the floor. "Auto Dry." A blast of warm air hit her from her corner of the room. She was dry in seconds. With that cold shower she was able to walk a bit better.

"I'm going to bed Mr. Cheat." She walked out of the bathroom leaving Brock on the shower floor with the water still going full blast on him. She walked to her bed and pushed a chair over to the door after locking it. She sat in the chair, put her feet up against the door, put her knife in her lap, and started to nod off. She had heard his little joke though her brain hadn't acknowledged it. He might not be into girls or want sex. Maybe he liked his sex to be painful. whatever it was she was not dying tonight.

Nilsa woke up the next morning with a slight headache. Her hair was a mess and she had no clothes. All her belongings was at Lars. She stripped down and found a long enough shirt to cover herself before heading to the bathroom to relieve herself and to use a cloth to brush her teeth. She padded into the kitchen and ate some fruit while waiting for Brock. As he walked in she suddenly stiffened having forgotten all of her weapons in the room. She felt vulnerable and she watched him like a hawk.

Brock sat there under the shower even after Nilsa got out “I’m going to bed Mr. Cheat.” He chuckled as she left then took all his clothes off and took a proper shower. He cold water taught her lesson not to over drink again, at least not here in his place though she would be living here. Brock never had sympathy for people that drank more than they could handle. He got out of the shower and stood on the floor and the warm air dried him very quickly.

He when into his hidden room to check on all the cameras making sure they all worked, and making sure they all worked, and rest the alarm back on as he had it off while Nilsa was trying to break in. He smiled imagining the look at Nilsa’s face when he would show her she was on the DVD. He went to his room and went to bed hoping Nilsa would get up and wander about the place. His place was booby traps and controlled from his room, though they wouldn’t physical hurt anyone, they were ear splitting devices.

He made a few call to friends to learn more about the news of Nilsa’s death, though they asked what he did with the body, he told them he might take it to Lars place and let him deal with it. He never told them that Nilsa was safe and sound and still a smart ass doll, and that she was going to work with him and both were going to fry Lars ass soon. Brock knew that this piece of information would get around fast like fire.

Nilsa watched Brock go around behind her and into the kitchen. He didn't seem to realize she was there or if he did maybe this was his way of letting her know he was trusting her. In either case she slid off the chair and hastened to her room. She strapped a blade to her thigh and felt at ease. She returned back to the kitchen with her weapon and sat down. His shirt, yes his shirt as she hadn't had any sleeping clothes, was long enogh to go to her knees.

"What are you cooking for me this morning," she asked as she watched him. Yes, she could have made breakfast while she waited earlier, but if she established a routine with him as him doing all the cooking than it'll be natural for him to continue that routine. That and she didn't want him to know that she was better at burning than cooking. He just didn't know how many computerized cooking teachers have self destruct trying to teach her how to cook.

Brock went into the kitchen and was about to say good morning but decided not to. He was not mad or upset with her, but Brock didn’t care much for smart ass kids and Nilsa got on the wrong foot with him. He didn’t want to run her life but he didn’t want a rude kid around either. And that’s how she portrayed herself since last night. She got drunk last night and this morning could even be polite by saying good morning. He didn’t pay her a mind when she left and he assumed she went back to her room, and Brock wondered if she was still pissed at him for turning her down on her offer.

Then she comes back into kitchen and wants to know what he’s cooking for her. “You were up why didn’t you try and kook something, who’s been cooking for you all this time.” He told her without looking at her. He wondered if it would do any good teaching her a lesson. He walked around her and put his arm the front trapping both her arms, and then pulling the knife from between her thighs.

“Mind tell me what you want with this in the kitchen, is this kind partner you’re going to be?” He threw the knife on the counter and looked at her sternly. Nilsa I’m starting to think you’re a waste of time for me to teach you, and it would be better if you go on your own, you’re proving to me you’re no to be trusted.”

She smiled crookedly at his question. "I can't cook. I'm not very good at it. I usually snooker someone else into cooking or don't eat. I got tired of being teased when I burned something, blew something up, or it self destructed." She was waiting for the ribbing to come. The looks of disbelief and mock outrage. It really bothered her that she couldn't make basic food. Especially with technology supposedly it was easy, but she couldn't do it. Maybe everyone was right and she was stupid. Just another dumb kid.

He walked around her and Nilsa didn't think anything of it until her arms were pinned. She couldnt' even get to her knife. His hand went under her shirt and he grabbed the knife. Nilsa's breath caught in her throat and she stiffened. She watched her blade clatter on the countertop and was turned to face him. She stared at his angry face and shrugged. "It's my security blanket. I can't be forced to do what I don't want to without it." She glanced up into his eyes and they told a story her voice and nonchalant attitude did not. She had been forced into many situations and had now only found control.

"I wasn't going to stab you or kill you, but you are bigger and stronger than me. I remember last night and I remember you .. well.. that I would have no control if you decided to drop the hero facade. So this is my back up. Can you really get mad at me? I was sent here to kill you last night and ..." She trailed off again. "We are partners but until we do ... something together I might have a problem trusting you. So we need to do a hit or something for me to get that bond or please give me back my blade. "