A.N.: I'M BAAAACK. Now I recently saw RED 2 and I loved it. I especially loved the character Han. I know some of you are still waiting for an update on Sapphire, but I am having major writers block with it. If you have any suggestions for it I will look over them and give you credit if I use your idea. Anyway….hope you like this story. I own nothing but this plot and the OC characters.

Chapter One: First meeting

Han Cho-Bai, known to his clients and "friends" as The Da Vinci of Death, always prided himself on having the best. Everything from sleek supercars to high class private planes, he always got what he wanted. Being the best contract killer in the world certainly helped him to maintain his luxurious lifestyle.

Hence why he was meeting with yet another client. A man by the name of Paulo Richards, had hired him to take out a 'rat' by the name of Bruce Mason. Mason had apparently been leaking crucial information to Richards' competition, so Han made him disappear while spreading enough evidence to pin the crime on the said competition. Richards was once considered a very dangerous man by many with a lot of connections in many of the world's black markets, drug trades, and illegal slave auctions. Now however, rumors circulated of him being ill and losing money on bad investments.

'Which does not bode well for him,' Han mused to himself as he walked up to the address and pressed the buzzer.

"State your name and business." the guard on the other end said.

"Han here to collect." Han said without hesitation.

There was silence on the other end for a brief second, before the gate swung open to reveal the vast estate. An older woman of about fifty stood there with about ten guards.

Han rolled his eyes before allowing them to search him and remove whatever weapons he had on his person. 'Like I can't kill without my weapons.'

Once they were done the guards stepped away leaving him with the old woman, whom he recognized as the head maid named Tina.

"I am sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Han, we were not expecting you. Welcome back to Hidden Triad." She said with a small bow of her head. "Please follow me."

Han followed the old woman for several minutes before being led out into a large garden.

"Mr. Richards is in his study," Tina said as she turned to face him. "Please wait here while I inform him of your arrival."

With that Tina left him alone to wander the gardens. He hoped that Richards wouldn't be dumb enough to keep him waiting for long. 'He's already on my shit list.'

He was wandering past a grove of jacaranda trees when a series of splashes pulled him from his thoughts. Curious, yet cautious he traced the sound to a small pond. He froze near the base of one of the trees. There dancing in the pond was a young girl, perhaps no more than eighteen, dressed in jean shorts and white wife beater. She was tiny, only about five feet tall, but she had an hour glass figure that most women would kill for.

Her brown skin seemed to glow in the early morning sunlight and her hair almost as dark as his own, was twisted into long thin braids that seemed to cascade around her. He must have made a noise for she turned suddenly, her doe-like brown eyes wide with shock, fear, and curiosity. They stared at each other, like a predator and its prey acknowledging each other for the first time. She looked like a water nymph standing there, the water sparkling off her lashes, hair, and skin like tiny diamonds. It was in that moment Han knew he had to have her.

'And I always get what I want.' He thought to himself as he made to take a step towards her.

The girl came out of her stupor and began to back up slowly when they both heard Tina's voice float through the air.

"Mr. Han? Mr. Han?"

Han cursed under his breath before casting one last burning look at the chocolate water nymph and heading back the way he came.

"Mr. Han," Tina greeted when she saw him. "Mr. Richards is ready for you."

Han wordlessly followed her and after a few moments they came to a halt in front of the study. Tina opened the door and stepped aside to allow Han into the room. Han saw his client, a caramel toned man slightly older than himself who had a jagged scar on his left cheek. By his side stood a man that he recognized from his past visits as his son. 'One of them at least.' Richards was known to have a multitude of children, some he treated as his heirs and others as cheap commodities and bargaining chips.

"Mr. Richards," Tina said. "Mr. Han is here to see you."

"Ah Mr. Han." He laughed nervously. "Please have a seat. Refreshments?"

"No. I won't be here long." Han said as he sat down before nonchalantly pulling a severed finger, a two tone gold ring still attached to it, from his pocket and tossing it in front of Richards. "Let's get down to business."

"I see the job went well," Richards said twitching nervously. "Are you sure you don't want…"

"Enough small talk Richards." Han hissed. "Where is my money?"

"H…Hawthorne, give Mr. Han the briefcase so he can leave."

Hawthorne frowned at his father's cowardice before handing the assassin the brief case. Han sneered when he felt the light weight of it.

"This is not the amount we agreed on." He said, his voice laced with anger. He hated when people tried to cut him short on his payments.

"Well, you see. I don't have all of it just yet…."

Han grab the nearby letter opener and pressed the point against the old man's throat. Hawthorne jumped up to defend his father and was hit in the head with the brief case. "That's such a shame."

"Wait!" Richards said a bit frantic. He may be a dangerous man but he was a coward deep down and Han knew it. "I'll give you anything you want! Planes, cars, private estates, anything! Just name your price."

"Anything you say?" Han said removing the letter opener.

"Yes yes, anything at all." Richards said as he rubbed his throat. Han sat back and folded his hands under his chin while he stared coldly at Richards. Once the disgraced crime lord broke out into a cold sweat he spoke.

"There was a girl in the gardens wading in the pond by the jacaranda trees. Bring her to me."

Richards felt both relief and dread fill his body. There was only one girl who ventured to that particular pond. He had been hoping to sell her after she turned eighteen the next day; with her beauty and various talents she was bound to fetch a large sum.

'Maybe he didn't get a good look at her. If so I can use that to my advantage.' He looked at Han nervously before opening his mouth to speak.

"Don't insult me by lying," Han said, as he moved to sit in front of the fireplace.

"Um yes well," Richards paled as he turned to his son, who was still holding his face in pain. "Hawthorne, go find the girl, she is probably in the gardens again. Have Keera clean her up and bring her back here."

Hawthorne cast a stormy glare at Han's back, which the assassin ignored, before storming off to do as his father asked.