Luciana Yvioness scanned the city for her next target, her custom sniper rifle laying on its built in tripod. She saw her target in an ally, arguing with a woman. Unable to get a clear shot she waited, the .75 caliber rifle trained on the man. When the man forced the woman against the wall of the building behind her, she took the shot, blowing her target's head clean off. The woman didn't scream, but after looking around for her savior she left. Luciana pulled out the two-way phone and pressed a button. "Target down, returning for my pay."
"Roger that, Miss Luciana. You weren't too flashy?"
"When am I ever?" Luciana said, shutting the phone off then crushing it. Even if the man was a criminal with a high bounty, she was still a wanted woman for cleaning up the streets, and phones were traceable. It wasn't smart to keep the same number. Picking up her rifle she put on a cloak. "Besides... they can never see me coming."
A half hour later she entered a warehouse where her contractor made base. She tossed a photograph onto the desk. "Here's the proof now where's my cash?"
A man leaned forward, his face worn. Her contractor had been ex-military, an old friend of Surge's. "You did your job well, but why do you look unsatisfied?"
Luciana clenched her fist but then relaxed it. "If I had fired when you suggested I would have killed your little decoy. I refuse to kill the innocent, even if offered a high amount of cash. I'm not some gun for hire. Now, again, where is my pay?"
Her contractor shook his head then pulled out a knife. "Think again you bitch, being a bounty hunter means you're a Mercenary, and I bet you have a high bounty yourself if you are who you say you are."
Luciana took account of his blade, then the barrels of oil still in the warehouse from when it was used for auto maintenance. She then again looked at her contractor. "Mr. Devin, are you aware of what happens to those that attempt to kill me?"
Devin, as that was the contractor's name, faltered. "You can't mean..."
Luciana didn't smile. "I am always serious, Devin. No guards? You trust in your ability too much, yet you hire a little twelve year old girl to do it for you, one who is the deadliest among all the girls in her age group... and one who kills any bastard who attempts to do her in." she then dashed backwards and fired a round from her sniper while in the air, propelling her out the door before the resulting blast could scorch her cloak. "You wanted flashy, you got flashy. Now," she walked back in and saw a safe, the lock broken off from the blast, "I'll take my pay and leave." The burnt corpse at the desk didn't object.
