The Professional 2-Closed-

[Perplexia]

At the tender age of 12, Matilda had already learned that life sucked. Between the beatings from her father, step sister, and whore of a step mother, she was already looking for an out. Her only refuge was the polite chit chat with a man name Leon.
Leon was her saving grace, when she came home from the store to hear screams and a spray of shots being fired. She bravely walked past what was once her place and knocked on Leons door. After a few moments that seemed like eternity, he let her in.

He hadn’t wanted to keep her, but she didn’t have anyone or anywhere else. She more or less demanded that he teach her his craft. Leon was a hit-man. After a few weeks she could take apart guns and put them back together with great speed. She had nerves of steel and yearned for her first assignment. When Leon put her back on the bench, she had taken it upon herself to go after those responsible for her little brothers life.

The crooked cops came for them. Although she escaped, and Leon took them all out, he did end up dieing to ensure they would as well. This left Matilda in the care of Tony, Leons contact of sorts. He held on to the money Leon had kept for Matilda. Matilda not wanting to be idol but wanting to carry on with Leons jobs begged Tony to give her a job. It wasn’t until she was 15 that he finally gave in.

The past three years she perfected her skills and continued to take new jobs from him. Now finished with high school, she was able to commit to this life with full focus. Tony had since passed the reigns of his business to his nephew. Matilda had only met him once or twice, and didn’t really care for him. Of course she didn’t really care for anyone but the memory of Leon.

Walking into the Deli that fronted for the business Tony had run she walked past the body guards without a thought and pulled out her chair. “I want a new job” she stated plainly.

 

[DesmondinExile]

Aessandro Moreno drummed his fingers across the old dinner table that occupied the back room of his uncle Tony's deli. It was normal enough at first glance, but it was here that Tony had connected killers to their targets. It was at this table where Alessandro saw him nearly beaten to death by a group of crooked cops. It was at this table where Alessandro's father shamed Tony in to protecting the little Al.
And now Tony is no more. He took his birthname and savings and a plane ticket to costa rica to live a quiet life with no more guns under his tables.

"And this" Alessandro whispered to himself. "Is the pile of shit he left to me." His fingertips passed over the whippet shotgun taped under the table then he took out his phone.
Finger print secured, en crypted and filled of all of the k owledge that he gathered on his fathers death. As well as the list of available contracts, rates and initial risk assessments.

They are finally catching up. The mob maybe smaller than it was before but they more than made up for it now by working smarter.

He was broken out of his reflection by the sound of stomp ing feet. He looked up and saw her. Matilda.
"I want a new job" she said after throwing herself in to one of the chairs.

"I was wondering when you would come by." He said relaxed poised. His hazel eyes looking directly at her. Lightbrown fingertips flicked over the screen of the smart phone. "I know that Tony was reluctant to hire you at first. But you, Matilda, have impressed him and me time and time again. Before he left he said to me 'watch out for that chick, dont fuck with her dont give her a job, encourage her to go to college and get out of the life."

He looked at her and ran his hands through his tightly curled hair.

"However Tony didnt know that times are difrent now, things cost more, even college. And by the look on your face if I kept a job from you, it would be fucking with you. So I have a job, pays well and if Tony has a problem with it, well he is out, unlike the rest of us."
He flicked thru the files an easy job. Some ivy league shithead roughed up a capos daughter cause she wouldnt put out. The Cappo would have handled it himself but hes doing a bid upstate. So it fell to Alessandro to fix the problem.

"So" he said forwarding her the file. "Consider this a sign that we are cool, fresh, and definitly not out to fuck each other over."

 

[Perplexia]

Matilda stared at him blankly as he told her what Tony's wishes were. She knew that she would walk out of here with a job regardless of what his next words were.

Social interaction wasn't really her forte, so when he paid her a compliment it took her a moment to comprehend the correct reaction. Finally she said "Thanks", with not even a hint of a smile on her face.

Picking up her phone she reviewed the file he sent. "I'm going to be doing this full time now, this should take me one to two days tops. Go ahead and send me another if you have one. After scanning through the file one more time she looked blankly up at him. "It doesn't say the method, any preference you're aware of?"

If anything she was a professional and ensured that her services were done to the absolute specifications of her clients. She had learned a long time ago that if Tony had an excuse to keep her from working he would do so. So she made it a habit to ensure he didn't.

The 'don't fuck with this chick', amused her though one wouldn't be able to tell by her statuesque posture. Tony had tried to be firm and tell her no once. He had ended up with a broken nose, two broken fingers, and a knife to his throat. What they didn't know is she had kept training by taking martial arts and boxing classes with the money she was able to siphon off her inheritance that Leon had left her.

"I also need a g, for living expenses, I have a bank account set up, a g a week will do for starts to establish legitimate income". She sent him a text with the info he would need to set up direct deposit. "Also I need new paperwork" she sent him a img file with a updated passport photo. She then forwarded him a po box address for her things to be sent to.

"That will do for now,...thanks" Her deep brown eyes stared into his for a moment before she rose.

 

[DesmondinExile]

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[DesmondinExile]

"Very good, I will get my people on it you should have new ID in a day, payday is Thursday." He flipped through his phone. "You are now the purchasing supervisor for vegetables at Tony's Delih. We have a pretty good HMO if you want to buy in to that." Alessandro grinned. "What, I run an honest successful business here."

He took a second to look at the contract file again then steepeled his fingers. elbows resting on the table.
"The Cappo didn't give any particulars about how he wanted the job done. just to get the fucker in a box." He took a deep breath.In his mind he thought, this is the test. "Now personally, I wouldn't be opposed if he suffered and was humiliated in some way. If it ruins his family name even better."

He rose from the chair and walked over to Matilda's side. He held out his hand and said "A pleasure to do business with you Matilda."

 

[Perplexia]

Matilda blinked when he offered her to join the hmo. Then she realized he was trying to crack a joke and lighten up the conversation. "i see" she said lightly. She waited for information from him, and nodded at the no particulars answer just get it done. Then he added a little more. It made a small malicious smile cross her lips. She had a lot of pent up anger and frustration and loved to use it on her victims.

"I'll forward proof within 72 hours then I would like a new job." she stated looking at his outreached hand for a moment before extending her own and shaking it quickly then putting it back to her side.

Tony would have kept her longer and tried to talk 'sense' into her. She was glad his nephew understood that she was not one to be fucked with. It would make their working relationship much better.

She left the Deli and stood outside for a moment to take a deep breath of the NY streets air. Alessandro had been right about one thing. Times had definitely changed since Leon had taught her the basics. There wasn't the mass social media out pour or the technology that was now at their finger tips. She had made her time useful at school. Learning as much as she could about everything.

Stopping off in central park she reviewed the file. She recognized his face from the news. He was some rich dudes over entitled ivy league son that had a few slaps on the wrist in the past few years. It ranged from assault on women to disorderly conduct.

For this she would go high class and lure him in with her curves. He was one of those type of guys that didn't like to be told no. A little viral humiliation would be in order to rub his fathers nose in it. For a lesson that he should have known better. You don't get to cheat the law just because you have money. There was some ironic justice in it anyway.

With some shopping and surveillance she was ready the next day to complete. A little prosthetic to her face to throw off the security cameras that may catch them at any point in the journey and a hot scandalous classy dress with heals. She also had one of her favorite wigs that made her look like she had just exited a fashion show. It also had places to hide things she would need. Chances are she would be patted down by his body guards.

The guys name was Victor Morgan. He was heir to the company his great grandfather JP had started many years ago. He was photoed several times at an elite club in Manhatten.

She made her way to the club to meet him.

The thing with the highclass clubs is if you looked and acted like you belonged they didnt even bother with you. So getting in was easy. All made up with make up and that kind of dress, she didn't look like she was 18 but easily 21 or older.

She spotted the job sitting in a corner booth with a couple of other guys chatting loudly about their conquests. She ordered a Manhatten, and crossed her legs giving them a nice bit to look at. She could see them elbowing eachother and flagging down the waitress to bring her a drink. This guy was just simply to predictable.

When he made his way over and starting with his suave lines and attempt at a charming personality she went a long with it and pretended to be utterly fascinated with him, giving him little nudges here and there to make her seem easy and available for his pleasure.

It wasn't long before they were off to his place. He left his man posse behind. She tolerated his handsy attitude giving him all the things a guy likes to hear. No sooner were they inside and in his bedroom that she hand him hog tied and gagged with a broken nose, and black eye.

"Now" she said rather cooly looking at him as she held up the phone. "If you do as I say, you may survive this, If not you definitely won't. So lets make this easy on both of this and get this done in one take shall we? Nod if you understand. She slapped him upside his head and he nodded.

"I will un gag you, and to the camera you will say the following. "I am a worthless prick. I beat up on women, and have a tiny dick. I am guilty of everything my daddy has gotten me out of. Got it?" he nodded again.

She ungagged him and held up the phone pressing record. He obeyed like a good little bitch and said all she told him to. Re gagging him she sent it to Alessandro to do with what he wished. Taking off her hair hat as she liked to call it she began to pull out her torture tools.

Matilda spend a good hour on making him bleed and cry like a baby before she got bored and slit his throat. She sent alessandro a few pictures of his wounds as she tortured him and one of the finished product. If anything she was over efficient. She wiped down the room for any prints secured her items back in her hair hat, adjusted her gown and made her way home.

 

[DesmondinExile]

Alessandro had just put the finishing touches on Matilda's ID package (complete with a MediStarPlus Platinum card under the name Nikita Besson) when he recived the notification.

He opened the file and smiled wickedly. She was good, fast, and efficient. The turn around time was better than most of the other contractors he had worked with thus far.

The video however that was the iceing on the cake. After he posted it to Victor Morgan's facebook page and a number of accounts of the Morgans' business rivals, he leaked several bits of information of corporate malfeasance to several well respected business journalists. By the time the Dow closed The Morgan's stock value had dropped by 50% wiping out several billion dollars of wealth.

That billion didn't concern him as much as the 20 million lost by one James McDaniel, a friend of the Morgan family and the man responsible for his fathers murder.

"You will lose everything." Alessandro whispered to himself. "and then your life."

He sent a message to Matilda. "Congratulations on your first day on the job. Would like to meet with you, maybe dinner and discuss the future. Let me know what times work best for you."

He smiled, feeling better than he had in years.

 

[Perplexia]

Matilda was sitting out on her balcony with a glass of milk watching and listening to the lights and sounds of the city. Her phone vibrated and she thought that it was fast to get another job. She was actually excited at the prospect. But that's not what the message was.

Instead he had asked her to join him for a discussion. He had also seemed pleased at her efficiency. For a couple minutes she stared at the phone pondering why he would request a meeting elsewhere, other then the deli.

Finally she replied.' Name time and place, must be public and well lit.' One never knew with the mob type where you actually stood. So it was best to be safe and prepared then led into a trap.