She didn't hesitate as she reached for the gun, in her mind there was nothing to be hesitant about. The loud explosive sounds of the gun shots didn't faze her. She was overly familiar with the heavy chunk of metal in her hand, the cold metal stinging her skin slightly. The bullet hit the man between the eyes, her aim impeccable no matter what situation was presented before her, and she had grown up with worse horrors than this. Slowly she glanced towards her client, making sure the other man was dead before taking her eyes of him. Humans were like cockroaches, very hard to kill. The man at her side looked dead, blood flowing freely from the stab wounds peppering his abdomen, staining the white dress shirt he wore a bright scarlet red. Feeling for a pulse, she stood cursing when she found none. A sigh escaped her lips as she reached for the fallen cell phone, noting the screen was cracked. She hated calling in the death of a client.
"I'd like to report a murder." She rolled her eyes at the mad scramble on the other end, a scowl marring her features.
"Yes, I'm sure. The location is the east parking lot of the Karakura mall level three near the exit ramp. Of course, I shall await your arrival." Cold and clinical. That was how things had to be, attachments got you killed. That was how she had always been. She hung up on the officer without another word, it was a pain talking to them, hard amber eyes gazing at the scene before her. Her client was a fool and it had got him killed. She had advised him several times that this meeting was just a set up to have him killed but he had insisted that the other organization had changed their minds about killing him. He had told her that she was just being silly, that a woman couldn't possibly know what was going on in a man's mind because they were simple creatures. He had also once suggested more than once to quit her job and become a house wife. Apparently his.
It wasn't long before the wailing siren of the police car could be heard, shattering the silence of the parking lot and pulling her thoughts away from the memories of the dead man. Moving out from the shadow of the support beam she flagged the patrol car down, wanting to be done with this client. The officer stared at her, a look of confusion on his face. One glare from her sent him fleeing to the crime scene, the feeling of dread forming in his stomach like a lead ball. Dead amber eyes boring into his back. The officer whistles as he set his sights on the bodies, he'd been called in for one murder not two. Singular not plural. That woman that stood behind actually looked bored, her face was completely void of emotions, her eyes hard. If it weren't for the fact that she had flagged him down he would have pinned her as the murderer and it wasn't too hard to imagine considering she had a gun strapped to her hip.
"The man with bullet wound, I shot him in self-defence. He opened fire on me when I went to see if my client was still alive, the parking lot's cameras will confirm it. Here, this is my card should you feel the need to contact me for further information." He nodded accepting the business card with shaky hands, too scared to call her back in order to take a proper witness statement. Looking at the business card he read the name printed on the thick white card stock. 'Ichigo Kurosaki. Bodyguard for hire.' He swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched the tall woman saunter off, amazed she could guard someone wearing stiletto heels and a pencil skirt.