*For clarification, this takes place after Skypia. CP9 doesn't know where Robin is yet.*

The cold bite of winter blows through the open window in the hotel bathroom. You deftly lift yourself four floors up with a watery rope made of your arm. Checking the small room to find no one in it, you lower your hood and look in the mirror. Your light blonde hair dangled from an uneven center part, covering your ears and hiding most of your glasses. The world around you is clear enough without them, but as an assassin working for anyone who could afford it, you had to be on the lookout at all times.

Damn, you thought to yourself. That strap that keeps my glasses on is making them cut into my nose. Better stash it in my jacket.Seeing specks in your vision, you wiped the lenses clean with a kerchief. Looking down, the emblem on your coat glowed brightly, despite years of losing color.

My old crew's Jolly Roger: a skull on the page of an open book and an F on the other page, in front of traditional crossbones. The Felix Pirates named for your own Captain Felix was the only parent or friend you ever had. The book represents his quest for knowledge but... those days were over. You wear this dark navy blue co-captain coat where ever you go. Thinking of what had been, you felt the ragged edges of what had been long sleeves, now cut short.

Now isn't the time to get all teary-eyed. Those monkeys from the World Government are waiting for me to get her.

In a particular room on this small remote island is where you will meet with a handful of World Government officials, namely the head of CP9 and Admiral Kizaru. You had met with Kizaru a few times before, and he seemed like the most cool-headed of government officials. Relatively.

I hate these guys, but I've worked for less than the 50,000 berries they're offering for this. They didn't tell you anything else, but you deducted it must fall under "matters of internal security," perhaps even the very hush-hush ordeal of Dragon, the revolutionary. Just as long as they aren't trying to recruit me again. Everyone that has got home with a sore neck. With the true power of the Wet Wet fruit, my lethal waterman body can become any weapon I want. Your favored weapon, a whip made of water often had this effect on people who tried to coerce you into taking a side. You trust no one but yourself. Being on a side just makes people think I owe them something. Money. Favors. Loyalty... Bah. These are concepts I want nothing to do with; I just go where the money takes me.

You put on your angles glasses, adjusting them with one finger to look yourself in the mirror.
Keep your eyes sharp.
Trust no one.

You extended a watery finger into the courtesy lamp on the wall and snuffed out the flame. Your boots spoke soft, silent steps in the stone hallway.
Room 412, room 410, room 408... Room 407 on the left. 407 on the right was an actual hotel room. Below the old sign for 407, a paper tacked on reading "Closed for renovations." Judging by the age of the paper, this room wasn't changing anytime soon. You rapped your fist on the door, three times, then two and then four.

A marine opened the door a crack and peeked at me.
You shot him an intimidating glare, only half trying. His blood ran cold, and his knees knocked together as he hastily opened the door for you, saluting.

"At ease... knucklehead." The man tripped over himself closing the door; the guard shook even harder at your harsh whisper.

"Hey! Where do YOU get off telling MY men what to do!" An outraged man with a leather framed face and crazy lavender hair screamed at you from behind a dusty desk. A single lamp stood on it, bathing the room in flickering yellow firelight. Leaning against the edge of the window behind the desk slouched the admiral. His white marine coat and yellow striped suit glowed in the dark corner of the room. A fellow logia type, a light man. He's probably here to protect this foolish man.

The yelling moron shushed an imaginary someone to his left.
"QUIET you, we are TRYING to have a SECRET MEETING! Oh, I'm the one yelling." You raised an eyebrow.
"Kizaru... Is your friend here quite sane?" The older man chuckled from the corner.
"Oooh, he's just an excitable fellow. Doooon't worry about it." His laid-back manner pulled at a corner of your mouth.
"Hey, don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Shouted the red-faced man, jumping to his feet. Kizaru stroked his chin.
"You knooooow, as far as anyone is concerned, we're not here, Spandam."
"What? Of course we are-"
"He means you should yell quieter," you interjected.
"Shut up! You're not my boss-"
"Oooh, but I am, you see," Kizaru said, giving Spandam a stern look.
"YE- ahem, yes sir..." Spandam sat down, defeated.

"Kizaru," you grumbled, crossing your arms, "This is entertaining, but it's not getting me paid."
"Ooooh, right, (Name). There is some good news to that effect, you see. Are you familiar with Roronoa Zoroooo?" Kizaru's drawn out words had some ulterior motive, but you couldn't put your finger on it just yet. Either way, Zoro was worth big money, his bounty is 60,000,000 berries.

"Yes, the Pirate Hunter. Strikes fear into the hearts of men with just a look and whatnot," you stated flatly.

"Weeeell, perhaps you also heard he joined the Straw Hat Pirates not long ago." And I was just starting to like you, Admiral. I don't like where this is going at all.

"I'm not a bounty hunter; I'm above their loop. What is it that you want?" Spandam answered my question with his smug, creepy voice. You wanted to punch him more and more with every annoying word. He could be telling you that you won the lottery, and you would still lash out with your whip at the very least.

"We need you to make Roranora Zoro... Disappear." Spandam chuckled maniacally. "He is the Straw Hats most valuable asset, their strongest fighter besides Monkey D Luffy himself. Without Roronoa Zoro, their rise to power will be cut short before it begins. If the military were to kill him personally, the Straw Hats could take vengeance on the World Government, a situation we'd like to avoid if we can." You laughed, a rare sight for anyone to see. Spandam and his guard shook in their boots, even the Admiral looked fairly disturbed.

"Oooh, scary..." remarked Kizaru.
"These pirates have you pretty worried don't they?"

"Myyy... superiors are concerned, yes." You eyed Spandam, wanting to make him cringe. "From what I know about them, your little base on Impel Down might not be much of a challenge."

"Im-Impossible!" shrieked Spandam. He pounded the desk with his leather wrapped fist. The Admiral massaged his temple
"You seeeee, we need your discretion your reputation promises," said the Admiral, getting 'exciteable Spandam' back on track.

"Right!" Spandam's malicious grin returned as he formed a triangle with his hands, elbows on the desk. No wonder they keep him around for CP9. He continued, "If the Straw Hats believe Zoro's death to be an accident, they may blame themselves and lose their momentum, maybe even disband!"

"So if I do this, I will be paid for his bounty instead of the 50,000?" Kizaru chuckled at your candor.

"Oh no, In addition to." I gave him a look of dissatisfaction. Maybe I can finally get a favor from my friends here...

"Money is great, but this is a special job. You want me to break the bond of a pirate crew... A very personal job." The admiral and Spandam grimaced, looking at each other.

"Oooh, what it that you want?" asked Kizaru. You smiled. Another rare sight.

"I want you to get rid of my bounty. If I do this for you, I don't want the World Government on my back anymore. Especially if you have me taking care of your pirate problems to please the Elder Stars." Kizaru stroked his chin, cogitating, when suddenly, Spandam had another outburst.

"You insolent brat! YOU do what WE pay YOU TO DO! You can't make outrageous demands like this! Some assassin you are, you don't even have any weapons! How are you going to do anything worth half the money we pay-" His words were cut short by a throwing knife made of water thwacking into the desk between his elbows. The suspended water(Wet Wet Knife) shimmered in the light of the lantern. You twiddled your fingers on your throwing hand as the one that became the knife grew back in a wave of blue. You smirked at the leather-faced hothead, hoping he would give you just one reason.

"DID YOU SEE WHAT HE DID! HE TRIED TO KILL ME!" You could take Spandams incessant shrieking no longer. Everything past your elbow formed into your Wet Wet Whip, your arm turning blue with white wave shapes as it grew. You flung your arm precisely sideways and it wrapped around his throat with minimal effort. You lifted him off the floor, sputtering and choking.

"Listen here, Spandam. I can make my body into any weapon I want. Logia types use their powers the same way around the world, but I have an upper hand. The real power of the Wet Wet Fruit is Tension, the force that gives water all of its unique properties. The same force that can rip ships to pieces can be refined to form stealthy weapons that allow me to kill anyone without a sound and without physical evidence. I am the one assassin that can laugh at forensic science, and I only take orders when I get money. I am NOT one of your mindless marine dogs! And if you're wondering why I'm not yelling at you because, yes, I am LIVID, that's because I don't want to blow our cover!" The struggling man in your hand/whip was quickly turning an ill shade of blue. The admiral slouched against the window and raised one hand. A bright light like a star twinkled and twirled: a light attack powering up.

"Ooo, you have made your point, (Name). Put him down, now." The admiral is very powerful, he won't hesitate to protect his subordinate. The guard even has his gun pointed at me.

"Only because I like you... Admiral." You released Spandam's neck and he slumped in his chair, gasping hoarsely at the air like he was reclaiming his soul. Kizaru lowered his hand and the light faded back to the flickering lamplight. You crossed your arms across your chest. A bitter wind blew through the window next to the Admiral.

"You've... never called me that before," he said over the sounds of Spandam recovering.
"It was a one-time thing, Kizaru," you taunted, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose. "So... so we have a deal?"

"Oooh, okay. I will cancel your bounty when Roronoa Zoro is killed in an unfortunate accident. You will get the 60,050,000 after his death is confirmed." You smiled at the admiral, disturbing him once more. You pulled your hood up.

"Excellent. We were never here." You strode towards the door. Ah, this poor marine is still terrified. What's a good cherry to top this with? You stopped, waiting for the marine to check the corridor and open the door. All the man could manage was a nod.

You winked at him and strode off down the hallway, feeling your coat swish around your legs. There was a thud like a body hitting the floor.That marine must've fainted! Far off you could hear Kizaru.

"Ooooi, are you okay?"
You threw a wave of water at the bathroom door. It slammed open, crunching a little. You jumped up on the ledge, scanned the alley below and jumped.
I love my job.