To Catch The Hunter

[amon_darknight]

OOC: Here is a thread for a very special Goddess, this will be closed to her and her biggest fan, Me. Maybe later I will open spots for others, but that is for later.
Closed for Alerdene and Amon Darknight.




A old man walked the streets in front of a small dinner on the corner, he wore ragged clothes and walked with a small limp, he used a strange looking cane as leverage, he kept looking into the dinner for what seemed like minutes, but he just looked hungry to the people that walked by. He grumbled about the world, but he kept his eyes on the diner. He kept walking back and forth, looking like a crazed person for a bit, but he was just a harmless old man, he than looked across the street and saw all the buildings around him and he just kept walking. Mean while a black SUV pulled up and out came two large men and they both walked and opened the door for a man that looked too good to be in this part of town. He nodded to both the men and they walked him inside, and stood watch at the door. The old man stopped his pace and he looked to this man and he grinned. For the past month he has been coming here every week and the old man was there to see him every time. The old man took out a scrappy looking writing pad and he wrote some things down. Just than he felt a strong breeze pick up and it blew his hood off to reveal his old white hair, aged and scrappy looking, like he needed a shower. He caught something in the breeze and saw it was a newspaper front page and on the cover was a picture of a few bounty hunters, known ones and ones that were getting popular. The number one picture was of a man with brownish blue hair and looked very mysterious, he was wearing dark sunglasses and had a smirk on his face that gave off an impression of not to fuck with him. The old man laughed and threw the paper away as he resumed his pacing.

“Dejero Alhinder… bad picture of the guy… famous bounty hunter of the cities, cleaning the streets up for a buck… some kind of thing to say about a guy like that.”

He muttered something as he paced.

“Ungrateful people…”

He continued to walk as he thought of the city, filled with drugs, prostitution, crime and most important, the Syndicate. He made a fist at the thought of those people and he breathed deep.

“Woosah”

He let go of the thought and he sat down on the bus bench and he sat there and continued to watch the dinner. He looked to the sky, which was polluted and you could barely see the stars in the sky, but he knew they were there. A large city, broken and corrupted, as the Syndicate took responsibility for that, they had night clubs, bars, strip clubs, the police, the mayor under there control, like puppets on strings that they held. And you know what, they took large cuts in all their money pots, but the drugs and even weapons were a larger trade, here in this city. Before the Syndicate took over, this was a normal town, a place where one could walk around and not have to watch his back all the time, but now, it is different, you walked with a weapon, or you were food for the strong.

The old man now watched the man leave the dinner with three ladies, obviously hookers or strippers, they were the same in this town and a large briefcase. The man laughed as he knew he was going to get laid and had the drugs to do anything he wanted. The old man shook his head and watched them drive off.

 

[Alerdene]

She threw the paper away from her in disgust after skimming the article and staring at the pictures until her eyes swam. Standing up, she kicked the small trash can that was next to the dresser, insults flying from her full lips as she watched it smash against the far wall, spilling the contents across the room as it did. Her light colored eyes flew to the paper again and she stalked over, picking it up, thinking surely she must have read it wrong. Her eyes skimmed the number one picture again and a smirk crossed her lips. She wasn't surprised that he was pictured. The look on his face was one of cocky arrogance. Everyone said he was the best. Everyone also said to stay far far away from him, that he didn't enjoy company... or competition. But he wasn't her concern. Her eyes travelled over the number two man. Her voice was pure venom as she nearly spit his name.

Damon Fucking Evans. God dammit!

She skimmed the paper again and saw nothing. Not Lirielle Fontane or even Elle as she was sometimes called by those who knew her well... which was not many. Just Damon. She tore the paper in half this time and threw the pieces at the mirror as she stared there looking at herself, trying to see herself objectively.

Her wavy hair hung loose, three quarters of the way down her back. It was a rich, deep chocolate color with tawny golden highlights streaking through it. Her cheekbones were high, her lips full and almost always looked as if she were pouting somewhat, and a few tiny freckles dotted across her nose. Her eyes were perhaps her most startling feature, they were an extremely light silvery-blue color and most people who hadn't seen her before were taken by surprise. Her neck was slender, curving down to a slender, toned frame. She was of decent height, standing 5'9" in her bare feet, but the spiked strappy heels she had on now added another four inches, with black straps lacing up around her well-formed calves. Her skirt was tight and short, a deep purplish black color; her legs incredibly long. Her shirt, a bustier really, the same color as the skirt, strapless with a lace inset, laces crisscrossing up the back. Her breasts were pushed up by the bustier, swelling up over the top as she stood there, furious. She wore a small silver choker chain around her neck and the cartilage high on her left ear had a silver ring through it was well. A small black and blue dragon could be seen peeking under her corset on the small of her back.

She looked very much like what she was that evening. A party girl out to have some fun. And she had been, drinking and dancing, taking a rare night out to have fun. Not many would have suspected her actual job. She didn't have close friends and preferred it that way. She was out playing with some acquaintances, having a good time. Until she'd seen Damon. And he'd gloated to her about the article.

Guess who's number two in the city sexy Elle. Not you my lovely.

She'd not bothered to reply at the time, figuring him to be drunk and hallucinating again. There was no way he came out as number two, unless he'd been paying or sleeping with the reporter. Which she wouldn't have been surprised by.

Growling, she stalked away from the mirror, frustrated and irritated though she didn't even know why. Low profile. That's what she wanted. Right? L. Fontane. That's how her reports were filled out and filed. L. Fontane. No gender listed. Just L. Fontane.

GOD DAMMIT!

Taking a deep breath, she counted to ten. Three times. Finally able to think reasonably about it, she realized it wasn't a big deal. In fact, if not for his gloating she actually probably preferred it this way. She did her job, did it well, stayed out of the limelight, got paid, went her own way. It just got to her that he thought he was better then her. And now he had something in print proving it as far as he was concerned. She kept a low profile, she always brought her bounties in at the same time, just before dawn, no matter what time she'd actually nabbed them. Worked with the same three officers who she trusted to keep their mouths shut. The scumbags she caught rarely opened their mouths either, not wanting to admit that a slip of a woman had gotten the better of them. And so she lived, almost like a ghost. Few even aware she existed. And that's how she liked it. She did. She didn't need recognition.

Her eyes fell on the half ripped picture of Dejero. Not like him. He enjoyed being recognized. Feared. Revered. She didn't need that. In fact it was the last thing she needed considering her family. She wasn't exactly disowned, quite the opposite, her father would welcome her with open arms if she were to show up at his door. But she wouldn't. Ever. She didn't like what he had become, though it was also for both their safety. She went by her mother's name, maiden name that is, and so far nobody had cared enough to check it. She brought them in, got paid, went on her way. Despite knowing and believing this, she was still extremely agitated. It was merely her pride. She'd had an affair with Damon once, thinking herself to foolishly be in love. It was the last time she would make that mistake. He'd used her for information that she had and he hadn't been able to get. And now this.

I'm gonna kill him. Fucking Evans.

She picked up her purse and left the small room, tossing the keys on the dresser, not planning to return. It was a room she kept her catches in sometimes until she was ready to turn them in, but she thought it'd been comprimised last time and she wasn't willing to come again. She'd come this time merely to clean it up, remove any trace of her, make sure she hadn't left anything revealing. It was actually to her benefit to be unknown she told herself again. Made it easier to catch her queries. They were expecting guys. Like Dejero and Damon. Not her. She looked to the picture one more time, her eyes memorizing Dejero's face. She'd never met him, but now, merely from injured pride, she was determined to best him at his own game. She'd be the best, even if no one knew it but her.

She left the room, kicking the door shut behind her and walked downstairs, climbing into her fire red Spyder convertible that purred like a pussycat as she fired it up. She grinned, knowing that the inexpensive, yet fiery car was not what it seemed. She'd spent as much under the hood as the car itself had cost, until it was perfect. She turned the music up, losing herself in some techno beat, her hair flying behind her as she slammed the gas down and headed back to the bar, intending to drink Evans out of her mind. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'd show Damon Evans what he already knew. Who was the best.

 

[amon_darknight]

The old man saw them leave and he walked away down the street. Than a cloud of smoke appeared and the old man suddenly vanished.

Down the street a muscle car roared down the street and peeled out, he was headed towards the complete opposite side of town. The man in the car wore dark sunglasses and had shaggy long brownish blue hair, he had a ciggerate in his mouth as he drove, he pulled up to a red light and he blasted some metal music as his cell phone rang. He answered it and he scratched his head and he hung it up.

“Out for a buck, only in the game for himself, bullshit ungrateful shits.”

He saw the light turn green and he took off in haste, he looked to his watch and he thought he could go for a beer. He knew a spot and was headed there right now. He was close and he pulled up beside a red convertible and he looked over to see a woman driving, a very lovely and attractive woman. He looked through his sunglasses and saw her dark brown, with highlights in it hair and he shook his head. They both stopped at the next light and he turned to look at her again, he wanted to say something, but he knew better, but what the hell, take a chance, I mean the woman that used him for a story at least fucked him, and that is how Dejero Alhinder got a name in the paper, even though he didn’t want it there, but maybe she would recognize him and want him. He laughed to himself at that thought. He turned to look at her.

“Hey, how you doin there gorgeous, can I ask your name, or do Angels not have names.”

He smiled, but realized she was listening to loud music and he was to, so he doubted she could hear him. He saw the light turn green and he sped off, in front of her.

“So gorgeous, I was going off to a bar up the street and wanted to know if I could buy you a drink.”

He than shook his head and sighed. He scratched his head as he got to the bar and he got out of his car and patted the inside of his long white and red jacket, it flowed around his form and almost dragged on the ground. He wore a black button up shirt and black semi baggy slacks. He grabbed his Katana and he locked the door and walked into the bar. He shook his head as he walked to the bar and ordered a beer.

“Another day, another beer down, bartender, wuts up.”

The bartender looked and saw him.

Bartender: “Dejero, whats up man, nab anyone lately.”
Dejero: “Working on a big one right now, one of the Syndicate small men, I will take him soon. All with this.”

He pulled out his notebook and smiled.

Dejero: “I will get him, and soon I will destroy the Syndicate. I made a promise awhile ago.”
Bartender: “Good luck to you.”

Dejero just smiled as he drank his beer, when the bartender slid something onto the bar for Dejero.

Bartender: “A man named Fulbright dropped this off here for you.”

Dejero stopped drinking and he looked to the briefcase.

Dejero: “Fulbright dropped that off… thanks for not asking a lot of questions.”

The bartender nodded and Dejero opened the case and took out his Caster Gun, a gun powerful enough to fight against the mighty magics of the Syndicate and other people that would use there powers against him. He had 10 shells, he than put it back and nodded again to the bartender.

Dejero: “Its all tuned up ready to go, thanks I might need it for that small boss.”

Dejero sat at the bar and just drank down some beer. He thought of that dark haired woman again he saw in the red convertible and he wondered if she would have joined him.

Dejero: “It is not true what they said in the papers about me, I am not in it only for me. I am in it to destroy the Syndicate and take the boss down.”
Bartender: “I know it Dejero, don’t worry, I believe you.”

Dejero toasted to him and finished the beer to have another one waiting for him.

 

[Alerdene]

Lost in her thoughts and the music, she paid no attention to the car that was next to her. Until it sped off in front of her and she mumbled something under her breath about it before she forgot about it the next instant. She reached the bar she'd been at earlier and parked on the street about a block away. She didn't like their parking lot, she'd gotten a scratch on her baby there once and wasn't about to park there again.

Climbing from the car, long legs first, she smoothed her short skirt down over her hips and shook her hair out. Grabbing her tiny handbag, she walked towards the club, blowing a kiss at the couple of men that were walking out of the club that whistled at her.

Walking in, the upbeat music overtaking her at once, her body beginning to move the moment she entered. She headed towards the far side of the bar and smiled warmly at Chris, one of the bartenders she flirted with enough to keep him pliable to her whims. He grinned broadly as he saw her back and began fixing her a drink before she got there, setting a shot and a beer on the bar and pushing it to her as she reached him. She handed him her bag and he stowed it for her like he always did, thinking she was nothing but a rich girl who liked to dance sometimes, and hoping he might get lucky someday. And that was fine with her.

She smiled her thanks at him and picked up the shot, downing it as she looked around, her eyes drifting over the back of a man at the opposite end of the bar. Something about his shaggy hair tingled her memory, but she shrugged it off as she turned back to Chris and motioned for another shot. He poured it with a smile and she tossed it back as well, determined to feel nothing by the end of the night.

Everything alright Elle? You took off pretty quick after talking to that bounty hunter guy.

She smiled at his words trying not to laugh.

I'm ok, thanks Chris. Just an ex who wanted to gloat about his success.

Tossing him a wink, she picked up the beer and headed off to the dance floor, not caring that she didn't have a partner, she'd pick one up on the way.

She felt no uneasiness at being unarmed, she rarely needed it when she wasn't working and if a problem arose, she had enough tricks that she could usually handle herself anyway. Her body swaying, she took a drink of beer as she made her way to the dancefloor. Her hair swung around her as she danced and she didn't take long to attract a partner as a tall blond man came over and began dancing with her. She smiled up at him, and his eyes widened as he saw how light her eyes were. She wasn't sure why that seemed to bother people, but it certainly did and it usually amused her... this time was no different and she grinned at him as her body moved a bit more playfully.

She danced with him and finished her beer, nodding as he fetched her another, the alcohol beginning to make her relax as she danced, with a woman this time, not objecting when the woman's hand went to her hip, pulling her close. She swayed against the other woman's body, her arms going above her head as she spinned to turn, smiling at the woman over her shoulder. The blond came back with her beer and she gave him a kiss on his cheek before taking a long drink and beginning to dance with both of them, spinning from one to the other, her hair falling sensually around her face.

She never even noticed the tall man with black hair and a black coat watching her every move as he leaned against a wall nursing a whiskey. If she had, she might have had a moment of slight concern as he looked remarkably like a rather nasty thug she'd taken in a few weeks back. Enough alike that they could be brothers. Which, conveniently enough, they were. While Ramirez had been too embarrassed to admit to his fellow inmates who'd beaten him up so badly and left him with a broken nose and eight stitches over his eye, he hadn't hesitated to inform his older brother, whom he knew would 'take care of the bitch for him'... as his words went anyway.

And so she danced... dancing her anger and annoyance away and became what she sometimes wished she was... merely a girl having fun.

 

[amon_darknight]

Dejero

He laughed with the bartender as they were talking about sports and stuff, he drank down another beer as he looked up and the bartender looked to him.

Bartender: “Let me guess, a beautiful woman is here.”
Dejero: “Yes, that is right, she has long legs, long flowing hair of dark color, tall and has a killer smile, breasts are firm and big.”
Bartender: “You can tell all that just by the perfume she is wearing?”
Dejero: “My, friend, I can tell lots by just the scent of a woman…WOOWHA!”

They both started to laugh and Dejero turns to look at the woman and his eyes popped open.

Dejero: “Its her… Art, its her… the one I was telling you about, the one saw on the road here… the Goddess of the road… the Angel with no name…”
Art the Bartender: “Dejero, snap out of it, go and talk to her.”
Dejero: “Nah, she looks like she is having fun on the dance floor, tell me, do you know her, she come here often, tell me.”
Art the Bartender: “I have seen her come here before, not as often as you do, but I have not seen you in a few weeks.”
Dejero : “Well I have been working on this case, so that is why. Oh man she is hot…”

He watched her dance with the woman and the man and shook his head, something made him look to a man in the corner and wonder, he didn’t look right in this bar, a little to on edge, he watched this woman as well, Dejero shook his head again and made a mental note to watch this man. Just than he heard something and winced.

“DEJERO!!!! D MY LOVE…”
Dejero: “Oh shit…”

A red headed waitress came running towards him, she had rather large breasts, as her bra barely held them in and her clothes were suggestively sluty, but she was a waitress here. She ran and hugged Dejero and she kissed him, but he did not kiss her back, he just held onto her and smiled.

“Alicia, how are you beautiful? Staying clean, or do I have to storm the drug lords again.”

He poked her and she giggled as she watched him.

Alicia: “Of course I am clean, been clean ever since you saved me and my family.”

At the scream of his name, the man that watched the woman was startled and moved back in his seat a little. He had a look of disappointment on his face.

Dejero: “Alicia, its good to see you are clean, don’t want to have to make you clean up like I did before.”
Alicia: “Well that was rather pleasurable…”

She grinned at Dejero and he only smiled as he downed his beer. He again looked to the woman dancing and he grinned as he thought how he wanted to dance with you, but thought it better to stay in the back. He didn’t know why, but he felt he has seen you somewhere before. He looked back to Alicia and saw her walking off to the back again.

 

[Alerdene]

She danced and whirled, until her face flushed slightly and she smiled at her partners and begged off for a break. Her body still half dancing, she made her way across the dance floor and back to the bar, smiling at Chris as he set another shot and beer in front of her.

The whiskey disappeared down her throat and she nearly whimpered at the sensual burn it left on the way down. She was feel quite relaxed now and her brain was beginning to buzz pleasantly as she sipped at this beer slowly, looking around as she leaned up against the bar. She glanced down and saw the shaggy haired man with his back to her once again and a pouty frown crossed her face for a split second as she tried once again to see his features. She noticed Alicia walking away from him and smiled slightly as she pushed herself away from the bar and began a slow prowl around the room.

Ramirez watched as she left the dance floor, his eyes occasionally going back to Dejero. That certainly had changed things. He'd nearly jumped when he'd heard the man's named screamed out, relaxing only slightly when he saw it was just some waitress looking to score. It did cause a small change of plans however. He had no reason to think they were together, they hadn't even spoken to each other, but the fact that they were both in the same bar seemed rather curious to him. He scowled as she walked right in front of him, his fingers went to his inside jacket pocket where his ridged dagger was. He was itching to plunge it into her stomach and watch her writhe as she begged for her life, but he had no doubt if he started something here while Dejero was still here that there'd be trouble. He'd just have to wait until she left. Catch her outside, or even follow her home. He sat back and sipped his drink, keeping a close eye on her, not wanting her to slip away unnoticed.

She was restless, energy building up in her that she had no idea how she was going to release. It wasn't her style to pick up a plaything for the night, though she was sorely tempted at the moment. She finished her beer and tossed the bottle in a trash can as she glanced up at the bar again to see Chris trying to catch her eye. Smiling, she headed that way, an eyebrow arched curiously as she drew near to see him holding her bag.

Your bag is... well.. beeping Elle, I thought you might want to know.

Smiling she took the bag from him, though she was seething inside. She was off tonight. She didn't take time for herself much, but tonight she didn't want to be disturbed.

Thanks Chris, you're a doll.

Turning from him, she opened the small bag slightly reaching in and around the pistol that took up most of the room. She withdrew her phone and flipped it open, glancing at the message scrolling across the screen. Her brow furrowed and she hit a button, making it scroll again. Glancing up at Chris, she smiled again,

Just a problem with work, but I better check on it. Thanks again.

She walked off towards the hall that led to the restrooms, figuring it would be a bit quieter there. Leaning against the wall outside the ladies room, she hit a button and brought the phone to her ear.

What the fuck is this? A sick joke? It's not funny, I just saw him a few hours ago and he was wasted off his ass.

She listened, her face draining of color as her head began to shake almost unconsciously.

Are you sure? If this is a joke, I'm gonna kick your ass Paul. Yeah, I'll come check it out. What? The Syndicate. Aren't they in the middle of everything.

She snapped the phone shut, trying to ignore the fluttering in her belly that showed up every time she had to deal with someone in the Syndicate. So far there hadn't been any conflicts of interest... but she knew some day...

Shaking her head she tried to focus as the alcohol still buzzed through her. It couldn't be true. She'd just seem him a few hours ago and he'd been drunk off his ass. He wouldn't have tried to take someone down like that...

Fucking idiot. Jesus Damon you know better then that.

She swallowed hard as she shoved the phone back in her purse and left the hallway, trying hard to ignore the moisture that threatened to come to her eyes. She had no feelings for him any longer, he'd effectively killed those off... but still... she'd seen him hours ago... fought with him... and now he was laying in a room somewhere with his head half blown off if she was to believe her informant.

She half walked, half ran out of the bar, waving to Chris, and in her hurry brushing against the man with the hair as she went past. She tossed a 'sorry, my fault' over her shoulder without looking back and threw open the door, taking a deep breath as it closed behind her. She breathed deeply for a moment, trying to let the air negate the effect of the alcohol she'd had and finally began moving down the street towards her car.

He watched her go to the hallway with her bag and glanced once at Dejero, deciding no, that was still too risky. He'd wait until she left. Which it turned out wasn't long as she came flying out of the hallway, her hair tumbling about her as she left the bar in a rush; her face looking rather distressed. He grinned as he realized she was upset about something and knew that would likely make his job even easier as she'd be distracted. He didn't hurry, not wanting to call attention to himself, smiling at a waitress as he walked by. He exited the club and glanced both ways, seeing her half a block away or so and walking away. He followed her at a brisk pace, closing the distance between them just as she reached a little red convertible. She didn't even look back, merely tossed her bag on the passenger seat and opened the door. He was well aware of her martial arts abilities but didn't plan on giving her a chance to use them. He grinned as he reached out and grabbed a handful of that luxurious hair, yanking her back away from the car as a startled yelp escaped her. Maybe he'd have a little fun before he killed her. Hello Bitch, Jorge sends his regards. His hand swung at her as she spun, his open slap catching her full on the cheek and sending her flying... or it would have if he hadn't had hold of her hair still. As it was, she stumbled and would have fallen if he hadn't yanked her back up by her hair.

She tossed her bag on the far side of the car, opening the door and about to slide in when a cry of surprise left her lips as a strong hand grabbed her hair and yanked none too gently. Had she not been preoccupied and half buzzed, he'd never have gotten that close, but as it was he managed to take her by surprise. She heard his words and the name Jorge registered on her just as she spun around... in time to see how big he was and to notice his hand flying at her face and connecting with a loud crack that sent her tumbling to the ground before he yanked her up at the last second, her scalp on fire where her hair was being pulled.

Her mind was reeling and she realized her only weapon was in her bag at the far side of the car and she'd never be able to get to it. Her instinct kicked in however at that moment and her hand shot up to grab his wrist, her thumb and index finger digging in hard at his pressure points and he howled in pain as he let go of her hair. She twisted his arm away from her and her leg swung out with force as she knocked his feet from under him. She had no desire to fight with someone in the condition she was in, though normally she probably could have taken him. He fell hard and she dove for her car, just needing to get a finger on her bag. She grabbed it just as he regained his feet and lunged at her, sending it flying from her hands and out onto the street. He was behind her and had better leverage then she did and managed to drag her kicking and screaming out of the car, hurling her to the ground before she could turn and retaliate.

She fell hard on her wrist and winced as it turned beneath her. He stood there grinning at her and her eyes flashed behind him for a moment before looking back to him. She didn't move or even blink as she stared hard into his eyes, her face a mask of pure concentration. He took a step and reached for her, but as he did, his hands suddenly stopped reaching and went to his head as a howl of pain erupted from his lips and he went to his knees shaking his head trying to free himself of whatever had suddenly happened.

She wasted no time, scrambling to her feet, ignoring the scrapes on her leg from the concrete and looked frantically around for her bag. She was buzzed and her handiwork wouldn't last as long as it normally would, in fact the pain was likely subsiding already as she scanned the ground, realizing his howls were lessening. Giving up on the bag, she dove for the car, her hand going under the seat just as he roared and lunged at her.

 

[amon_darknight]

Dejero sat there and drank as he conversated about the past and things happening now. They laughed and Dejero watched this man in the corner and he kept thinking something was not right about this man.

Art the Bartender: “He don’t look to friendly, he came in here a little while ago and was asking about that woman over there, her name is Elle, she and Chris are quite a couple.
Dejero: “A couple huh…”
Art: “Well I shouldn’t say that, she and Chris are just friendly. Go and talk to her man, she is almost begging for it.”
Dejero: “Stay out of it.”

He than looked back and saw she was gone and he saw the man wait a few minutes and he left as well.

“So obvious of what he is doing, tell you what Art, in 15 mins, call the police and tell them that I have the bounty head of the brother of Jorge Ramiez, coming in. Not a large bounty, but a few thousand I believe. Ill pay my tab when I get back. Have a beer and something for the lady when I return. Thank Art.”

Dejero walked out of the bar and he followed the man in the black coat slowly, not wanting him to be aware of his presence. But he saw what was happening. He moved to his handgun, but decided against it. He watched as he saw and felt her power grow and she used it on him.

“Tao magic….”

He watched her, but she looked way to drunk to focus her power, he attacked her again. Dejero had enough of this as he walked up and drew his handgun and he cocked the hammer back.

“Harm another hair on her beautiful body and I will splatter your brains all over this street.”

The man froze and he let her go.

“Stand up and move away from her, do it slowly and drop all your weapons, and do not take me for some rookie, I know the tricks.”

The man looked like he was peeing in his pants as he moved away slowly from the woman and he dropped his handgun and back up gun to the ground. He turned and knew who this was.

Jorge Ramirez: “Oh shit… I didn’t think you would come.”
Dejero: ‘Well, when your brother was put away and I see you stalking this Angel over here and I see you have a bounty on your head as well, I thought I would capitalize on it. I get the money and I get to talk to her.”
Dejero smiled as he looked to the side and to the other side.

“Calling for back up, I see.”

Jorge grinned as he started to laugh. Dejero tossed him a pair of cuffs and looked to him.

“You know what to do with those, run and I will take your life from, touch her and I will make sure you suffer 1000 deaths. Do the right thing.”

Dejero saw four men running at him and he only shook his head, one of the thugs came with a knife and the other three came with vibro knight sticks. Dejero stood ready and he tossed his sword into the air as he started to dodge out of the way of stabs and slashes, he kicked out at one of the thugs with a vibro knight stick and disarmed him quickly by shattering his arm, he than struck him with his own weapon as he spun and blocked the blows of electric attacks and knife attacks. He struck the three of them down quickly with precise and accurate blows, and he caught his sword and dropped the stick to the ground as he looked back to Ramiez.

“Told you…”

He saw the fear in his eyes and he smiled.

“Why did you have to mess with her for, just move on.”

In a blink of an eye, courage filled the mind of Jorge and he appeared in the face of Dejero with his handgun and just as fast Dejero had his handgun in his face, it was a standoff and Dejero showed now sign of fear, but you could not see his eyes.

“In most cases, if you were to shoot before me, I would still have a milasecond to fire, even in death you are dead, cause I would not miss. Ask yourself, is it worth it””

They stood there face to face with guns aimed at eachother.

 

[Alerdene]

Her hand reached the pistol under her seat at the same time she heard another gun being cocked. Withdrawing her hand she slowly turned, sure she'd find a gun in his hands. Her eyes widened however as she took in the scene before her and heard the stranger's words to Ramirez.

She sat on the edge of the seat in her car, her feet out on the ground, grabbing the gun and laying it in her lap as she watched the scene and tried to figure out why the man with the gun looked so familiar. She listened to him speak and saw Ramirez's obvious nervousness about him. Her eyes widened even farther as she heard him speak about collecting money for a bounty and she looked a little closer.

She nearly groaned as she realized who her savior was. Her first night of deciding to bust her ass to be number one... and number one himself had to rescue her. Her head dropped to her hands as she just wanted to disappear. She looked up as Ramirez began to laugh however and despite her hefty buzz, her hand picked up the gun again as she saw his friends closing in. She needn't have bothered. He threw his beautifully crafted sword in the air and before she could blink had all three of the friends on the ground wishing they'd never shown up.

A grudging look of admiration lit her eyes as she realized he really was good. The look quickly changed as she saw Ramirez pull a gun and in half a heartbeat the situation had escalated to a stand-off, the two of them pointing guns at each other's faces, neither looking to be bluffing, though she noticed a bead of sweat rolling down Ramirez's forehead. She had half a mind to just wait and watch the show, and she had no doubt there'd be a good one at some point. Her own sense of gratitude however made her rise, somewhat shakily from the seat of her car.

She took a step, the gun by her side and didn't hesitate when she heard Ramirez tell her to stop, though he didn't move the gun from Dejero. She stopped after another step or two though and stared at the gun in Ramirez's hand for a long moment before her eyes went once to Dejero and she offered him a half-smile. Glancing back to Ramirez she called out softly,

Ramirez... what are you doing? Put it down...

He didn't look her way and his arm didn't waver as he growled at her to shut the fuck up. She smiled at his reply and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

What're you gonna do Ramirez? Shoot him with a snake?

Fuck you bitch, I'm gonna shoot him with this gun and then you're gonna get what's yours. From me and my brother.

She chuckled and her gaze never wavered as she spoke quietly, her gaze intensifying,

Ramirez, you just go ahead and shoot, but you better watch out and do it quick, because your gun is about to bite you.

Her breath quickened just a bit as she threw every bit of her power at him, a power that could normally do what she wanted with little thought, but one she was having trouble focusing in her current state. But it was enough.

She smiled brightly as he screamed suddenly, seeing what she wanted him to see, a brightly colored snake coiled around his wrist, mouth open and hissing at him. She grinned as he shook his hand wildly, dropping the gun to the ground with a clatter. She quickly stepped forward and picked it up, turning it over and over as she looked it over. Glancing up at Ramirez who was looking at her with an incredulous glare, she threw him an apologetic smile.

What do you know... I was wrong... it's just a gun after all.

Shrugging, she stepped over to pick up the handcuffs that had been dropped to the ground and threw them to Ramirez who caught them again.

Now I suggest you do the smart thing here before this man with the gun decides to shoot you for fun.

She stood, her head cocked, her hand on her hip holding her own gun, his gun in her other hand as she waited. He finally sighed and threw out a string of curses that nearly made her blush as he fastened the cuffs around his wrist. Smiling patronizingly at him, she walked in front of him, just barely out of reach. Her voice was soft as she stood looking at him, her hand flashing out to slap him across the face.

Good boy Ramirez. You should be glad this gentleman came along really. I might have killed you. That... was for the bruise my cheek will have tomorrow.

The moment she stopped speaking, her foot came up forcefully to smash him between the legs, causing him to double over with a scream and drop to his knees in pain. Leaning over him she spoke again,

And that... was for fucking up my hair you prick.

She straightened up and turned to her rescuer and smiled gratefully though it was killing her to do so. Something about the cocky look on his face was infuriating her and she had no idea why. She studied him for a moment and realized under normal conditions she'd find him quite attractive. Shaking that thought from her brain she tossed Ramirez's gun at him.

Thanks for your help. He took me by surprise.

 

[amon_darknight]

He watched her beat the crap out of this man and he winced as he knew she could kick his butt.

“Boy oh boy am I glad I am not on your bad side. You sure can kick some ass with that magic you have there inside of you. I guess I should watch my back around you.”

He looked to you and he bowed.

“The name is Dejero, thanks for your help, didn’t feel like getting shot in the face today, if you didn’t pull that trick, I was sure I was dead. I am still a little shaken up. Tell you what, take him in yourself, you can collect the bounty, he is worth pennies, but its something.”

He smiled and he holstered his gun. He looked to you and grinned.

“Make sure you get some ice on that beautiful face, don’t want it to swell now do we?”

He than walked away from you and headed to the bar, you soon saw a black muscle car pull out and speed off, and you knew it was Dejero, he drove and he had to get back to work on his case, he was going to take this syndicate prick down soon and he had to prepare, but for some reason he could not get that woman off his mind.

“She is beautiful, but I have to concentrate.”

He focused his thoughts, but she never left his thoughts.

“Do I have to jack off to get over her or what.”

He was stunned at his comments.

“Man I got to get laid.”

 

[Alerdene]

Boy oh boy am I glad I am not on your bad side. You sure can kick some ass with that magic you have there inside of you. I guess I should watch my back around you.

Her mouth opened in amusement as he patronized her, well aware that his moves could have taken her down before she had a chance to pull any 'tricks' with him. Her magic worked easier on those who weren't aware of, they had no time to steel themselves against the mental attack.

She smiled as he introduced himself and a finely curved eyebrow arched as he mentioned turning Ramirez in for a bounty. She bit her lip realizing he was just giving her a gift, he didn't know who she was. Not yet anyway.

Her hand went to her cheek which was aching slightly and she frowned at his comment and watched with surprise as he turned and walked off. Calling out after him,

Thanks Dejero... really.

She stared after him, a million thoughts going through her mind, not the least of which was that he hadn't asked her name. She wasn't sure if she was amused or insulted. She watched a car roar off from around the club and she grinned as she thought it suited him. What made her think it was his car, she wasn't sure... but she knew it was. She watched until it was gone and then turned to her new prisoner, scowling at him.

Dammit Ramirez. Why tonight. I don't have time for this crap tonight.

He snarled at her and nearly spit as he talked,

You're lucky Dejero saved your ass bitch or I'd have had it by now.

Sighing she just stared at him, an almost visible rush of energy going from her to him as he screamed again, his head thrashing this way and that.

Ramirez darling, I thought you'd have learned by now. Now shut up while I figure out what to do with you.

She normally didn't take prisoners in this early, but she'd just cleaned out her normal 'waiting' spot. There was no way she was taking her with him to check on Damon. Nearly growling, she grabbed his cuffed hands and led him to the passenger side of her car, opening the door and shoving him in, slamming the door and glaring at him.

Do anything to mess up the inside of my car and I swear that pain you just felt will be like a scratch compared to the next one.

She searched around her car until she finally found her discarded bag, grabbing it and climbing in, turning up the tunes as she slammed the gas down, heading for downtown. She'd just have to hope whoever was working was somewhat discreet. Arriving at the station, she went around back, yanking the now sullen Ramirez from the car and heading inside.

She waited until the door was buzzed open and frowned as she saw two men she'd only seen, never worked with there. Sighing as they looked her up and down, a smirk on their faces as one of them spoke.

Whatcha got there sexy, caught yourself a criminal somehow?

Ignoring his rude tone, she was used to it from those she didn't know, she thrust Ramirez at them.

Andreas Ramirez. I'm sure you'll find him in your little wanted list if you check it. Assuming that is that you can read.

She smiled sweetly at their sudden look of annoyance as they began typing into their computer. Deciding she wasn't fun to torment they became rather business like as they barked short questions at her, the last of which being her name. Grimacing she spoke quietly,

I believe you'll find me in your system as L. Fontane.

The man typed it in as the other took the cuffs off Ramirez, setting them down on a table for her to pick up in a moment before shuffling Ramirez back through a locked door for processing. The man at the computer looked up with a rather surprised look.

L. Fontane. You're L. Fontane? Can I see your ID please?

She handed it over without speaking, just wanting to leave.

Holy shit Mike, look... Lirielle Fontane. Jesus no wonder Jim and Adrian like to work late shifts if she comes in all the time.

She ignored him and asked nicely, not wanting to make a scene,

Can I get my paperwork please? I've got work to do. And if you don't mind... I prefer people not to know who I am...

She said this last with a hopeful look and even though they nodded and said sure, she knew her anonomynity would suffer some after this. Shrugging, she figured it didn't matter, she'd still come in late when fewer were working, it wouldn't be a big deal. Taking her paperwork and grabbing the cuffs, she stared at them a moment as she realized they weren't hers. She'd have to find a way to return them to him later. She could just leave them here with his name on them and she knew he'd get them... but she didn't. She just smiled and waved, taking them with her as she left, not really knowing why.

Tossing them in her glove compartment, she leaned down and placed her thumb on the scanner under seat, replacing the extra gun in the locked compartment that opened once it read her thumbprint. Running her hands through her hair, she revved the car up and took off through downtown, her mind straying to Dejero for some reason from time to time. She replayed his moves over and over in her mind and caught herself wondering what those muscles would feel like under her wandering hand.

Jesus Elle, what's wrong with you. Concentrate.

She turned the music up and headed to the address she'd gotten earlier, figuring she'd go turn her paperwork in and get paid after she was done. Reaching the location after about fifteen minutes, she pulled up to the curb and grabbed her bag, knowing she'd need ID to get past the cops at the door.

Another ten minutes of hassling later and she stepped inside the small house and was led to the back room which was a mess. Blood was everywhere and she nearly gagged, wishing she hadn't come. All she had to do was glance at what was left of him to know it was him and she nodded, stumbling from the house in revulsion, sinking onto the seat of her car, head dropping into her hands.

An officer came to check on her and she managed to take a deep breath and pull herself together enough to get the information she needed. Thanking the officer, she drove off, stopping at a small store to grab a drink and some crackers. Turning into the parking lot of a small park, she walked off into the park and sat on a bench, trying to relax as she pulled out her phone and stabbed a button.

Yeah. It was him. Half his head blown off, but it was him. The officer I spoke with said he'd heard it was a house that Fitz uses sometimes...

I can't imagine he'd have gone after Fitz alone though.. he's not normally that stupid.

What? Oh that. *laughs* Yeah, You remember Jorge Ramirez? It was his brother. I dunno, payback for his brother maybe? Dejero was there... saved my ass.

Nah, he didnt' know who I was and he raced off right after. Alright, I gotta go, I'll go by Damon's and see what sorta stuff he was working on. If it was Fitz, I'm gonna take him down.

I know, a little out of my league, but maybe it's time to change that. If he killed Damon he's gonna pay. What? God no, that was over a long time ago.. but he was still a friend. Most of the time. Yeah, I'll be careful.

She snapped the phone shut and closed her eyes, listening to the tiny bit of peaceful refuge in the middle of the now ugly city. She finally stood, grabbing her bag and shoving the phone into it as she walked to her car and drove to Damon's house.

She parked a block away and walked there in the dark, the streetlight in front of his house broken. She went up his stairs and stopped, realizing his door was just barely ajar. Her hand went inside her bag to curl around her gun and she pushed the door open slowly, stepping inside and pausing to let her eyes adjust to the dim light.

 

[amon_darknight]

Dejero got a call from a very reliable source, someone that knew all about the Syndicate, someone that worked for them. He told him that Fitz just whacked a person that was after that same prize Dejero was after.

“Damn that bitch… I knew I should have made my move earlier. Now another soul has been taken by that bitch, give me the address to where it happened, I want to go there and see what was up. Just download it to my comp watch. Thanks.”

He than looked to his watch and he peeled out and headed there. He reached into his coat and he pulled his handgun out and cocked it. He reached the destination and he looked around.

“No cars around, not a soul to see.’

He walked in very carefully to the house, he noticed that the street light in front of his house was broken and he wondered about that, he than looked up to the stairway, but he would search around the house first. He went from room to room and saw the place torn apart, it looked as if they were searching for something.

“What the fuck where they looking for?”

He picked up a picture of a group of people and saw a man that looked familiar to him. He broke the picture and put it in his pocket, he drop the frame to the ground and he looked to the staircase again, he than went upstairs and searched around, seeing again how trashed it was, he opened the closet and found a weapon locker, he saw how it was locked and figured since there was such a big lock that there was a key somewhere stashed. He looked up and he saw a picture of a naked woman with an obvious fake head, the head of the woman looked oddly familiar though, he thought back and than it hit him, it was the woman he saved from that Ramiriez earlier.

“That is pretty funny…”

Than he thought of something, she was pointing to something, and he looked over and saw a wall, he looked to it again and shook his head.

“Fake wall… I wonder what that woman’s connection to this man is, and what did this man do. I guess I have another person to track down tonight.”

He than heard the front door open up, the way his place was set up he could tell that he was living alone, so that could only mean that Fitz was not finished, or the cops were making there rounds again. He moved quickly and silently, and he than thought.

“Shit, did I close the door?”

He hid behind the door to his room and he held his gun ready and his Katana was sheathed in his hand. He breathed in deep and prepared himself for what ever was to come.

 

[Alerdene]

Her eyes widened as they adjusted and she began looking around, seeing everything torn to pieces. A soft gasp escaped her lips and she could barely believe what she was looking at. Why would Fitz... assuming it was Fitz... tear the house apart like this. What did Damon do or have that needed to be found. Something, or at least they believed something, that was for sure.

She made her way through the dim house, her gun out and finger resting lightly on the trigger, well aware of the foolishness it was for her to be exploring the ripped apart house on her own. Whoever had left the door open could still be here, waiting to pounce on her at any moment. She closed her eyes for a moment and put a light shield into place over her mind. The last thing she wanted was to be disoriented by any sort of magic.

She walked from room to room, barely breathing, not really looking at anything, more just to be sure she was alone. Finally she came back to the stairs and headed up them, gun up in front of her now as she moved silently towards the hallway. Sticking her head in the bathroom, she noted it's emptiness, the contents of the medicine cabinet strewn all over the white gleaming floor. She continued down the hall to his room, the door wide open, and hesitated at the door for a moment, something not feeling quite right.

Walking into the middle of the room, she let her eyes swing around the familiar walls, noting pictures and magazines that were ripped and in shreds on the floor. Scowling as her eyes lit on the naked woman with one of her own pictures imposed as the head. Her voice was soft, though in the silent room it sounded huge.

Fucking Damon. I told him to get rid of that.

She began to spin towards the still open door, figuring to turn on the light and check his gun locker when she heard a squeak from the door. Stopping where she was and not looking around, her finger tightened on the trigger as she bit her lip somewhat nervously, thinking to herself.... Nice one Elle, don't look behind the door like a normal person would. Her voice betraying none of her nervousness though, she said as coldly as she could manage,

Leave now and I'll forget anyone was ever here...

She spun with those words, the gun in front of her pointing at the shadowy figure of a man, not able to make out any of his features in the darkness of the room.

 

[amon_darknight]

“You have no position to tell me to leave, your puny pistol would do nothing to me, not when I got a 9mm aimed at your head and a pretty good shot. Now lower the weapon and holster it and tell me what you are doing here.”

He cocked the hammer back on his handgun and he looked through his sunglasses at you.

“A woman that I saved earlier gets around don’t she? What are you some kind of lover of this man or some kind of reporter? Don’t fuck around in this business, it will get you killed if you are not careful.”

He took a few steps closer to you and he was ready to react to your shots if you fired, but he saw in your eyes that you wouldn’t.

“If you know this fool, than you might want to tell me what it is he did and what is in that locker. And I guess that means I don’t have to look for you. What do you have to do with this man, speak or I have to get mean, I really don’t want to, but if I have to.”

He shook his head as he took a step closer and he looked you up and down, what a beautiful woman, she must be the girlfriend or wife or something.

“Quickly now, I have a itchy trigger finger and from time to time, I start to shoot things to get info out of them, if they don’t answer me fast enough.”

He than smiled as he held his ground and watched you.

 

[Alerdene]

Her head tilted slightly as the shadow spoke and moved forward a step or two away from the door. She'd heard that voice before. Her eyes narrowed as she took in his sunglasses and hair and her lips parted in surprise. The gun didn't move however, as she stood her ground, listening to him speak.

Quickly now, I have a itchy trigger finger and from time to time, I start to shoot things to get info out of them, if they don’t answer me fast enough.

She smirked at this, though she lowered the gun to her side, not quite ready to put it away yet however. She looked him up and down, noticing his gun and katana and she realized perhaps she wasn't necessarily out of danger yet. Why was he here? Did he trash the place?

Shaking her head at him, she ignored the question about who she was and why she was here, instead shooting several back at him, trying not to let her voice show that he was making her nervous with his threats.

What the hell are you doing here? And what do you mean, now you don't have to come looking for me?

She looked around the trashed room and sighed, finally slipping the gun into her bag, knowing she didn't stand a chance and he could probably chop her hand off before she squeezed the trigger.

Her eyes flashing, she stared at him, trying not to focus on his attractiveness.

So? What are you doing here? Why'd you trash his house? What're you looking for?

Oh... and as far as getting mean... and having an itchy trigger finger... well I can't very well answer your questions if I'm dead can I.

Not that I have any intention of doing so anyway.

She turned from him and looked around the room again, her eyes noting everything that was out of place and making notes in her mind.

 

[amon_darknight]

“Quite beautiful is what you are, but with that mean face, don’t it attract all the wrong company.”

He chuckled to himself.

“Sorry, I did not trash the place, nor did I have anything to do with his death. I am after a man and I know he killed this man, so I thought I better find out what is going on. Damn Syndicate, I will take them all down, including Poison, the main guy now in the Syndicate.”

He gripped his Katana at the mention of that name. He than looked to you and a smile replaced the look of hate on his face.

“Excuse me, I have answered your questions, oh and about me looking for you, there is a picture of you pointing to something over there. A very arousing picture should we say.”

He grinned as he holstered his gun and he walked over and pointed to it.

“If you get that freaky, mannn, can I test it out.”

He chuckled again.

“I am only kidding, I saw the face and remembered you, and figured you knew this man, so I would find you and find things out. But since I found you, I don’t have to go out looking anymore. Get it.”

He walked towards you and his hand lashed out and he took your piece from your bag.

“Interesting choice of weapon. Small, but leathal, I imagine you are a good shot, probably could shoot the head off a dick if tempted to.”

He than replaced your gun where he got it and he smiled as he was very close to you. He walked around you, looking you over.

“Now do you know where the key to his weapon locker is, I think I will find what I am looking for in there.”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and he smiled at you.

“Now please tell me all, but I do have other ways of getting information. And I would not shoot you in a lethal way. But please, lets chat.”

He walked out of the room for a second and came back with two cups of coffee.

“Saw it was brewed and why not help ourselves. A little warm, but still good,

He poured sugar in and he drank it down as he watched you,

“Did you want a cup, take it if you want it. So do tell the info you know. And you can start with your name.”

He smiled as he sipped his coffee looking at you. You were so beautiful, he could not believe it. Perfect everything.

 

[Alerdene]

Her eyebrow arched slightly at the mention of Poison, but her eyes didn't waver and she merely continued looking at him as he spoke. An exasperated frown crossed her lips however as he spoke of the picture and actually walked over to it. Following him, she glared at him as he continued speaking and she knocked the picture over so it couldn't be seen any longer.

He turned and took a step towards her and she sensed rather then saw his hand flashing out. She didn't move, let him take the gun from her bag and examine it, trying not to smile.

Interesting choice of weapon. Small, but leathal, I imagine you are a good shot, probably could shoot the head off a dick if tempted to.

Not sure why she was answering, she spoke quietly,

It's small, it's smooth, it's action is sweet, and it could tear a nasty hole in you. Besides, I have a 9..

She stopped suddenly when she realized she was about to say that she had another gun she used when she was actually working. He had no need to know that. She turned and managed to not jump in surprise as his hands went to her shoulders, making sure she was listening before he left the room.

He came back with coffee and she frowned slightly, wondering why there was coffee made. Had Damon been expecting company? She left the coffee where it was, having other ways to keep herself awake but watched as he drank it.

So do tell the info you know. And you can start with your name.

She made a face at him but leaned against the edge of the dresser as she watched him and finally sighed, running her hands through her hair.

Lirielle. My name is Lirielle. Most people call me Elle.

She looked around again and tried to focus.

The man that lived here... Damon was his name. I dated him a long time ago, I heard something had happened and thought I should come by to be sure his house was ok. Which it obviously isn't.

She stood and walked to the picture she had flipped over and picked it up, unfastening the back of the frame and slipping the picture out, setting it on the dresser. Pulling one corner of the frame apart, she tipped it and smiled as a key slid out. Tossing it to him without warning, she wasn't surprised when his hand barely moved to catch it. Nodding towards the closet,

That's the key to the locker. But it's just guns, assorted weapons. He was a bounty hunter... but you probably know that.

She glanced once towards the wall the picture had been pointing to but said nothing. She knew what was behind it, Damon's private office, but he hadn't mentioned it specifically and had no intention of telling him if he didn't know. Maybe if he left, she'd have time to go through Damon's files alone.

She leaned against the dresser again, studying him and wondering what he was thinking. She could probably find out, but he'd be well aware of it and she didn't want to suddenly find herself at the business end of his gun, or even worse, that Katana. His face was amused and she tried not to picture him in another situation, one which was friendly and more casual. Realizing she was staring, she tore her eyes away from him and waited for his response.

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked to her and smiled.

“Look, I am not a enemy, nor am I a bad guy, so you can drop the tough girl attitude. I am not here to hurt you. I am only after clues to what I am seeking. I understand you must be hurting, but you got to let it go. Move on, there are other cocks out there for you.”

He shook his head as he drank down his coffee, his hand ready on his Katana. He than heard her name and he dropped his cup.

“I’ll be god damn if I ran into you again. Jesus…”

He shook his head and he walked over to the locker.

“I know you are a damn good shot, I have seen it before. Much better than me, but that does not give you… I apologize, I must be out of my mind.”

He caught the key and he opened the locker, seeing a variety of weapons.

“I know all about this one, and I did tell him to back off, but he did not listen, kept going on and on about being better than me, now I bet he regrets it. He does have a lot of guns in here, and he was a good hunter, but a foolish one…”

He picked up a large shotgun and he loaded it as he was looking towards the window, which you now saw that a heavy wind storm had started.

“So, it starts like this… I will not die in this place.”

He closed his eyes and he breathed deep as he cocked the shotgun and he quickly took some handguns and bullets and dropped them in a bag and he than dropped it and looked to you with shock in his eyes.

“WIND ASSASSIN…!! LOOK OUT!!”

He moved with such speed and velocity that you couldn’t even register his movement, he leaped in the air and grabbed you and he let out a cringed scream of pain as you saw three fan like daggers in his shoulder, he landed on his back and the daggers further impaled themselves in him but he moved off you.

“You need to stay close to me and do exactly as your told. Do you understand me, bullets will not work on this one, he is of the Element assassins, a very deadly, eleite squad of killers, sent only by the Syndicate, this is a lowly wind assassin, but still very good.”

He than stood up and held his Katana out as he took you by the hand and went to the wall by the locker.
“The wall is fake, what is in there? Hurry, obviously they now know about it. What is in there. Fuck it…”

He pushed you back against the locker and he opened the door as it caught four more fan like daggers and they were so close to hitting you.

“See what I mean… fuck, I am to vulnerable up here and with you with me.”

He spun quickly and he unsheathed his Katana and slashed the wall open to reveal a door and steel.

“Damn it, why all the secrecy… I need to rather destroy this or get in there. Elle, where is the key?”

He than leaped in front of you and fired a few rounds off from the shotgun and took another hit in the shoulder.

“Aughhh, fuck hurry up…”

His head was moving quick, following the invisible assassin.

“He is fast… shit…”

He than held his Katana up to block the attack of the blade of the Wind Assassin, and he started to dodge and parry swing after swing of the Assassin’s blade, Dejero than tucked himself into a roll and flew past him and he fired a shot off from his Shotgun and his long jacket was pinned to the ground by fan daggers and he fell short of his landing and was on his back.

“Bitch…”

He than quickly got to his feet after taking his jacket off and standing on defense.

“Elle, get that door open and stay in there, till I tell you to come out.”

He than parried more attacks from this almost invisible attacker, all you heard was a ring of metal as you saw Dejero defending himself, but he looked to you and he than launched his Katana at what seemed like you.

“ELLE…”

The sword struck his target and hung motionless in the air as it slumped to the ground and you saw a pool of blood from and than saw the body. Dejero walked over to the body and saw how it faded with the wind as he took his Sword and sheathed it, he than fell to one knee and breathed deep.

“Damn they are getting more and more powerful, immune to magic, always cloaked… fuck…”

He ripped out one dagger from his shoulder and breathed deep as he ignored the pain.

“Please Elle, open the door, I don’t know if they are going to stop now. They want whatever is in that room.”

He than reached back and ripped another dagger out, spilling more blood, he fell to his face as he did that.

“fuckk…”

 

[Alerdene]

I know you are a damn good shot, I have seen it before. Much better than me, but that does not give you… I apologize, I must be out of my mind.

Her head tilted and her light eyes filled with confusion, her lips parting to ask him what he meant when she glanced towards the window and frowned. Funny, she didn't recall hearing anything about a storm tonight, but it certainly sounded as if the wind were picking up.

She turned back to see him opening the locker and her earlier question was forgotten as she watched him pull a shotgun out. It was then that the look in his eyes changed and she glanced behind her to the window where the wind had suddenly appeared and taken a vague form, just as he yelled at her and she spun back to him, surprise in her eyes.

WIND ASSASSIN…!! LOOK OUT!!

She flinched as she saw him start to leap but the lost track of him, so quick did he move. She felt his hands on her pushing her out of the way just as his cry of pain filled the room as he landed on the floor with small daggers being pushed in as he fell on them. He was up quickly however, taking her hand and pushing her against the gun locker as he spoke.

He wanted the fake wall open, that much he made clear, but as the next set of daggers came within an inch of her she let out a yelp of surprise and fear as she finally moved. She turned to move around the locker just as he moved in front of her again, firing the gun this time and she winced as she saw yet another dagger tag his shoulder, one that had been about even with her head had he not been in the way.

She watched for a moment, seeing nothing really other then swirling wind. She focused for a moment and threw out a light net that would have caught most things. Not caught them as in holding them, but swirling around them, giving them a perceptible aura to see. But it merely fell away as the wind tore it to pieces. So no magic then. She'd never dealt with such a creature, and would have fallen quickly to it had she been alone. Her eyes took on a new respect for Dejero even as she moved towards the closet again.

She turned once again towards the middle of the room as her name rang out over the wind and her eyes opened wide as she saw that deadly katana come flying straight at her. She tried not to scream as it suddenly thudded to a stop as if hitting an invisible wall. Which it had... more or less. A wall that began dripping blood from around the blade embedded in it's chest. She nearly choked as she watched him go to one knee, yanking a dagger out.

Please Elle, open the door, I don’t know if they are going to stop now. They want whatever is in that room.

She watched as he pulled yet another dagger out, and finally jumped into motion as she watched him topple forward to the floor. Even as she went into the closet and began shoving clothes out of the way, she wondered why an assassin would be sent here. What could Damon possibly have come up with that would have them sniffing after his office and files. She had no idea where the master key was, Damon probably kept it on him, but she knew there was a switch in here if she could get past all his damn player's clothes. Finally feeling it high on the wall, she smashed her hand against it and gave a sigh of relief as she heard the heavy door sliding open.

She walked out, glancing around cautiously and leaned over, hooking her arms under Dejero's shoulders, half pulling him into the office as he attempted to help her somewhat. Once he was fully inside, she hit a switch under the desk and the door slid shut, and wouldn't be opened again by anyone on the outside. So unless someone was hiding in here, she felt rather safe for a moment. She slumped to the floor next to him, her hand resting lightly on his chest as her eyes took in the remaining daggers. Wrinkling her nose, she began to focus and sent a tiny slender little probe into his mind. He yelled at her to get out but she ignored him, keeping her hand on his chest until she found what she wanted. Once again she sent out a net, a tiny version this time and watched with satisfaction as it settled into place over the nerves that sent pain signals to his brain. It wouldn't last long, but long enough to get the daggers out without him feeling much.

He was struggling and she finally moved her hand, allowing him to sit up and trying to ignore the half glare that was coming her way for invading his mind, though if he hadn't been injured and weak, she wasn't sure she could have even gotten in... he was very strong willed.

It was for your own good. Get the daggers out before it wears off.

Not even waiting for him to move, she grabbed the hilt of one, the other hand going against his shoulder for leverage and she yanked it out. A muffled exclamation left his lips but not as bad as the cries earlier, so she grabbed the remaining dagger and pulled it free as well. Blood welled forth and she looked around for something, anything, to press against the wounds. Geeez, the one night someone got hurt around her and she didn't have any clothes she could use. Her bustier wouldn't be much help and there was no way she was ripping the already extremely short skirt she was wearing. Going to Damon's desk, she rifled through it until she found a drawer with towels and soap and another gun stuck below them. Grabbing the towels she came back and sat next to him, holding them tightly against his wounds until the bleeding began to slow.

As she sat there so close to him, her eyes took in his features again and she inhaled his scent, trying not to squirm at being so near to him. Her voice was soft as she finally glanced around,

What could Damon possibly have here that they wanted?

Not waiting for an answer, she looked back to his eyes and smiled slightly,

And so my savior comes to my rescue yet again. It would appear saving my life is becoming quite the habit for you... it looks as if I owe you now.

 

[amon_darknight]

Her magic was mind based and he let his guard down as he knew he had not the strength to fend her magic off. He felt her take the daggers out and he still bit back the pain. He turned to look at her.

“Thank you Elle…”

He than saw her sit close to him and press the towels against his wound, he turned to look into her eyes and he smiled.

“Thank you again, your mind powers are very strong, strong enough to break my will, now I know how you get your info out of people.”

He than smiled at you.

“Elle, you owe me two, if we are keeping track, or is it four.”

He than felt something welling up inside of him, he didn’t know what it was, but him being this close to her, felt so good. He didn’t know what was happening, but he shook his head and he looked around.

“Your boyfriend must have had some dirt on Fitz or something… ohh fuck this hurts.”

He leans down and picks one of those daggers up and he looks to it.

“With these daggers they can just about pierce steel with these with enough added wind, we were lucky that it was not a higher ranking assassin, or we surely would have been dead, but I would never let them take a life of someone innocent and especially as beautiful as you… ohh whoops…”

He looked to you and blushed a little as he took his sunglasses off, you saw he had crimson brown eyes, almost red as he looked to you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to say that, I know you are in mourning. I will search around and I will be gone, you probably wont ever see me again.”

He tried to get up, but he swirls in pain, as he could not leave your side.

“You owe me nothing, that is just how I am.”

 

[Alerdene]

Thank you again, your mind powers are very strong, strong enough to break my will, now I know how you get your info out of people.

She started to shake her head no, to protest, but finally a sheepish grin came across her face.

Well only sometimes, if I think I can get away with it. You'd be surprised how many people don't notice the intrusion, too caught up in themselves.

She grinned as he mentioned keeping track of how many times he'd saved her life and she shook her head.

If it keeps up the rate you're going now, I won't be able to count that high soon.

A frown crossed her face as he called Damon her boyfriend however and for some reason she felt the overwhelming need to explain her relationship, but managed to hold her tongue as he continued, picking up one of the daggers and examining it closely.

She blushed as he called her beautiful and smiled as he continued,

Sorry, didn’t mean to say that, I know you are in mourning. I will search around and I will be gone, you probably wont ever see me again

She frowned suddenly and was unable to stop herself this time, blurting out more then she meant to.

He's not my boyfriend and I'm not in mourning. I mean... I am... but not the way you think. We dated a long time ago, until he pissed me off. Now we're just... well..we were... associates. I helped him out once in awhile.

She didn't think he knew what she did for a living and she wasn't sure if she was insulted that he'd never heard her name or pleased that her low profile had worked so well. She stopped speaking suddenly, not wanting to give away more then she needed to.

Watching him try to get up, she winced as she put her arms around him and held him as he tried to quell the dizziness it appeared he was feeling.

You owe me nothing, that is just how I am.

Impulsively she leaned over and pressed her lips against his, feeling the warmth there before pulling back and blushing.

I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that. I just.. well.. I do owe you. A lot actually.

You're in no position to look for anything at the moment, so tell me what to look for and I"ll do it.

She hoped her naive ruse worked as she waited for him to answer, wondering once again what Damon could have come up with on Fitz.

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked up at her when she said that he was not her boyfriend, and he sighed with relief.

“I know who you are, and I know what you do. You cost me a big bounty a couple of years back, and worst yet, you stole it from me as well, but I quickly got over it and didn’t care anymore. It almost seemed as if you got inside my head and were one step ahead of me at all times. But as for you going after the Syndicate members, you should stop now and just go after smaller game. I don’t believe you are ready. As you can see, what they send after things they want.”

He looked to you and was than taken by surprise as you kissed him, than you pulled away.

“That was very nice kiss, a tease, but a nice one. I will look myself and the only way for you to keep me down is to physically do it, and I believe you don’t have the power to do so.”

He slowly tried to move, but the room swirled and he began to see double, he grabbed you and steadied himself.

“I just need to rest…”

He leaned down and kissed your lips and he than sighed as he fell over and first laid on your ample, magnificent breasts, than fell to lay his head at your crotch. He sighed as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I just need some female companionship right now, been almost a week now with out one.”

He than closed his eyes and looked up your skirt to see your G-string and he felt a stirring in his pants as he rested.

 

[Alerdene]

She winced when he mentioned costing him a big bounty and she wondered which one it was, though a moment later she was bristling at his implied comment. Shaking her head she told him, her voice calm and quiet,

I have never... not once... used my power to get inside another hunter's head.

Thinking of a few moments ago, she rephrased that statement,

At least not to get information from them.

She shook her head again as he mentioned Syndicate bounties and she took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling as she spoke,

I don't do Syndicate bounties. Never have, don't plan on starting now. There's plenty of other criminals I can take in that pay enough to get by on.

She looked over to him,

But if Fitz killed Damon, then I'm taking him down...

She chuckled as he mentioned her not having the power to keep him down. Laughing not because she doubted him, but because he could barely sit up without falling back down. His arms went around her to steady him and his lips came up to hers and she was surprised to find herself kissing him back. A moment later however he collapsed in her lap, his head first landing on the pillows that the swells of her breasts made, before finally going down to her lap.

I just need some female companionship right now, been almost a week now with out one

She chuckled at this and noticed his face turning towards her crotch, her skirt hiked high enough that she knew he could see all the way up. She was glad she'd worn panties this time. Grinning down at him as her hands began to run through his hair,

Like what you see?

She slapped the top of his head playfully and gently as she laughed, finding the whole situation terribly funny now. She sat there awhile as he rested, wondering what he was thinking about, but refusing to test him.

Her mind wandered while she sat to his words and she knew he was right. Even if she wanted to take down Syndicate people, she probably couldn't. Not many at least, before they sent something like the wind assassin after her, which would be the end of it.

Sighing, she leaned back and tried to take her mind off her real reason why she didn't go after them though. It wouldn't do for that to start coming forward in her mind. Leaning over him she kissed his forehead as he seemed to have fallen asleep. Slipping out from under him, she sat at Damon's desk and looked around, turning on his computer and looking around while she waited for it to boot up.

She skimmed a paper or two before the computer was on and she typed in his login and password, smirking because he hadn't changed them in so long. The smirk was quickly wiped from her face however as she realized it didn't matter now... he was dead. She rubbed her temple as she began skimming through his files, having no idea what she was looking for. She brought up some things on Fitz and began to read them, looking at attachments as well. A picture came up slowly at one point and she began going through a drawer again as she waited. Finally looking back, a gasp flew from her lips as her hand went to the screen in disbelief. It was Fitz and two other men, one of whom she knew, one she didn't.

Hearing something behind her, she turned and managed a small smile as she saw Dejero behind her looking at the screen. Shrugging slightly, she moved and offered him the chair.

I've no idea what I'm looking for, so maybe you should take over.

She swallowed hard and said nothing about the picture, merely moved from the chair and let him ease himself into it.

 

[amon_darknight]

He was never sleeping, only waiting and resting. He knew that Elle would soon do was he thought she would. He breathed and soon went into a trance, you saw a blue flame emit from Dejero’s body and a few symbols appeared from his body.

He thought of Poison, a man of strength and knowledge, speed and grace. They walked the streets together, Poison had long blue hair, that shined with silver in it, his eyes were hidden by sunglasses, but if you were to ever see them, fear would over take you, just from a glare. Dejero feared them not, he feared nothing. Both Dejero and Poison were working for the Syndicate, they were known as the best in there field. Best friends they were, until something went bad.

Visions flew through his mind and he saw Poison, than a woman, than Poison again, than the woman with long silver hair, than Poison holding the body of the woman with silver hair, than Poison with a gun, than Poison again, his tall frame, slender but cut build, evil white eyes, with a menacing look. He than heard those words.

Poison: “Until you become the killer you are, I will take everyone that you love away from you… wait I already did… I guess that means you have nothing left to live for…”
Dejero: “I have one thing, to kill you in revenge for ….”

BAM!

Than you see Poison with that meanacing look still in his eyes as he laughs.

Dejero saw this all in his mind as he was in his trance like state and he opened his eyes and he looked over at you on the computer.

“Of course I liked what I saw, what do I look like, a flaming bounty hunter?”

He walked over to you and he motioned for you to move out of the seat so he could sit, when you did so, he sat down and he pulled you in to sit on his lap. He grinned at you.

“Ohh very nice. I like the way you feel there.”

He chuckled a bit and he started to browse around on the computer, he saw the picture that was on the screen.

“Well there is Fitz, but I don’t recognize the other two, do you know who they are?”

He printed the picture and he looked at it again, he has seen them before, but he just cannot put a name on the face.

“Hmmm…”

He looked to you again and he smiled as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“Hmm I wonder what Dameon had on Fitz, very interesting.”

He than opened some more files and you saw pictures of an old man standing outside a dinner where Fitz locates himself, and Dejero laughed at the picture,

“Fucking old man…”

His hands were around your waist and they boldly went up and rested underneath your large breasts and they rubbed lightly.

“I find myself very attracted to you Elle, but like I said, it has been a week or so.”

He than rubbed a bit faster, almost teasing you.

 

[Alerdene]

Of course I liked what I saw, what do I look like, a flaming bounty hunter?

She laughed outloud at this comment, though she knew she probably shouldn't encourage him. She couldn't help it though, something about him was getting to her. When she moved and he sat on the chair, she had started to turn and go look through some drawers in the desk. Surprised, she glanced at him as his arm went around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

Ohh very nice. I like the way you feel there.

She blushed at this, though she made no attempt to move, liking the way she felt as well. Her bare thighs were warm against him and she could feel his slight arousal through his pants as her bottom pressed tightly against him.

Watching as he printed the picture she'd been looking at, she shook her head quickly when he inquired if she knew either party other then Fitz. His head rested against her shoulder as he continued to pull up files and pictures. Laughing at one, she turned to see it, but seeing nothing unusual about the old man in the picture. Shrugging slightly, she inhaled sharply with surprise as his hands drifted from her waist up to the underside of her breasts, his fingers moving lightly.

I find myself very attracted to you Elle, but like I said, it has been a week or so.

His hands moved a little faster, though going no farther up and she surprised herself. Normally had a man been so bold with her, he'd have found her hand across his cheek a split second before he was holding his head screaming in pain. But she had no such desire to do either thing to him. In fact, she leaned back against him, a sigh of contentment drifting from her lips as she squirmed on his lap. She wasn't about to tell him how long it had been for her, he probably wouldn't have believed her anyway.

Tilting her head, her lips ran lightly across his neck before they went to his ear, her breath warm against him as she moved. Her hands went down around her own thighs until they rested on his, her fingers massaging softly as she leaned back against him. She dimly remembered he was injured and her voice, softly reminded him, as she strugged to understand her overwhelming attraction to him.

You're hurt.. you shouldn't be thinking about that right now Dejero... we should get out of here before they send someone else...

Many thoughts ran through her mind as she said it and his being injured or another assassin was the least among them. Her body seemed to be one huge bundle of nerves and every tiny stroke of his finger set her more and more to burning inside. It had to be stress... stressful situations did things to people... she knew that. What was wrong with her. She wasn't some little slut who slept with any guy who told her she was beautiful. Even as she thought that though, her mouth turned and found his, her tongue tracing his lower lip before pressing inside to explore his mouth, a soft moan escaping her.

 

[amon_darknight]

“I could care less if I was hurt, just to hold a Angel like you is something to die with and to think I touched her breasts.”

Just than he took hold of your ample breasts and he fondled them through your blouse.

“Oohhh that is nice, so firm, and real to. Wow I am impressed. You must be able to get any man you want, just with a smile and a flash, here them come.”

She kissed over his neck and his earlobe.

“I.. don’t care, I can take them all on… I am not that injured at all, besides I have a beautiful Angel in my lap right now.”

He than started to kiss over her neck and he brushed his thumbs over his nipples as he kissed over her neck. He than felt you start to kiss his lips and he kissed back with passion, he let his tongue dance with hers, you than felt one of his hands travel down your stomach and in between your legs as he just rubbed gently.

“God I have never been so bold before, that is how attracted I am to you.”

He than looked back to his computer as you kissed him, and he printed the pages of a folder that he recognized the name of.

“MMmm you are very good, you seem to be a player to, take what you want from a guy and than leave them.”

What did this have to do with the Syndicate, damn. He didn’t want to let Elle find out about this, so he kissed her back even harder. This was a dangerous game to be getting into.