Soooo. This is something I've had written for awhile and I'm in the middle of writing chapter 3 but it takes me forever to Finnish a chapter so I hoped that uploading the 1st chapter might enthuse me to write more. Just forewarning I've not had this beta'ed but if anyone is willing to beta just send me a massage:) hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

BANG!

BANG!

Blood splattered across my face.

Client and liutenant dead.

Single bullet wound to the head.

2 possible assailants.

New priority client's daughter.

My thoughts raced. Instinctively I reached for the gun on my waist a simple WM-792 hand gun designed by my now deceased client. My eyes darted across the now panicking crowd of foreign dignitaries looking for the clients daughter. Women were screaming, men looked agitated and on edge their bodyguards were doing as I was and looking for their clients.

Where was she? Surely after seeing her father killed in front of her she would be frozen in shock. I know I had been when I had first seen someone killed, it was worse yet when I first killed someone myself. Giving up on my own eyes and cursing my short stature I tapped the earpiece that kept me in radio contact with the rest of my team.

"Captain speaking, does anyone have visual on the the clients daughter?"

Waiting for a reply I entered the terrified crowd still looking for the tell-tale flash of purple. I kept vigilant but saw no sign of her. The radio stayed eerily silent. I repeated my question hoping that it was only a case of no one hearing me over the commotion.

"Captain speaking, does anyone have visual on the the clients daughter?"

No static. No reply. Silence.

Well fuck, this had well and truly gone tits up. Client dead, lutenient dead, client's daughter missing and no contact with the rest of the team. I was on my own. Shit!

The girl was obviously not in the conference room any longer. My next port-of-call was the bar that was down the hall. The client's daughter was known to skip out on her father's presentations in favour of ... Well anything but listening to her old man talk about how his weapons could 'save the world.'

When I entered the bar I took notice of how the patrons were acting as normal, indicating that each of the conference rooms were sound-proofed to prevent interference from other lectures that may be happening at the same time. I hoped beyond hope that the girl was in here when the gunshots went off, at least then I wouldn't have to explain that the gunshots she heard was her father being killed, and just maybe she wouldn't be haunted by the echoes in her dreams.

Suddenly I caught movement in the corner of my eye. Coming from the direction of the toilets came a woman. She was of average height ( and therefore towered over me) and slim and her natural olive skin made many women jealous. However her most abnormal features were her cat-like yellow eyes and the vibrant purple hair that she swears blind is not dyed. This was her, Yoruichi Shihōin, only child of Hiraku Shihōin the worlds leading weapons tycoon.

I needed to keep her calm. The girl had just lost her father and didn't even know it yet. How the hell was I going to do this, I couldn't just walk up to her and say
"hello your father had just had a bullet put through his head, but don't worry and keep calm I'll make sure it doesn't happen to you. Now if you could just follow me please" yes, because that would go down well.

My inner rant was cut short when I realised that the girl (I couldn't really call her that she was 2 years older than me) was looking my way, her skin had gone pale ( well as pale as it could go with that wonderful tan) and had taken on a green tint. It was then I remembered the sticky red liquid that had splattered across my face and the gun I had instinctively drawn from my waist. No doubt her mind was jumping to the worst of conclusions, I couldn't blame her though, I was obvious that I wasn't here for a drink.

I began to approach her slowly and in a calm manner, I also relaxed the grip I had on my gun to indicate that I had no intentions to cause harm ( I would have holstered, but I knew for a fact that the assailants were still out there). Once I had reached her I placed my hand on her arm and spoke quietly.

" I need you to stay calm and follow me."

She gave a small and terrified nod in acknowledgement. I kept my hand on her arm and lead her out of the bar. Some of the men gave us appreciative glances while others openly leered at us, not taking notice of the the blood on my face or the gun in my hand.

Once we entered the hallway I looked towards the conference room where this had started. People were still panicking and aimlessly milling around, some had their phones and were calling the police while others called their family's and explained the events in a multitude of different languages.

Seeing no immediate threat I turned my head and looked towards the exit of the conference centre. The view through the glass doors showed a world that was ignorant to the events that had taken place mere minutes ago. That would change soon, as we approached the door I could already hear the faint echoes of police sirens through the streets, they would be here in soon. We had to be gone by then.

I frantically looked around for the car. Why the hell was it not in the row closest to the building?! Every semi-decent agent knew to park the 'getaway' car as close to the building as possible in case there was a need for it. So where was the fucking car? Because there is a definite need for it right now!

I could feel Yoruichi begin to shake under my hand. She wasn't stupid, she was beginning to piece it together, the blood, me having my weapon drawn, not being with her father. She was going to break down at any moment. I thought back to this morning trying to think where I had parked the bloody car. It was then i realised that I had let the rookie I was training park the damn car. What an inopportune time to impart knowledge.

The sirens were louder now. We needed out of here! I looked to my left and saw a 4x4 parked in one of the disabled bays. I felt terrible for having to do this but it was necessary. Calling upon experience from my delinquent days, I released my grip on Yoruichi and smashed the drivers side window and unlocked the car from the inside.

I ushered Yoruichi into the passenger seat and sat myself behind the wheel. from my pocket I produced a small circular device, I held it on to the ignition for 10 seconds before it began to beep, I then proceeded to turn the device clockwise as you would a key. Miraculously the engine started, an involuntary sigh of relief escaped my lips. I'd have to remember to thank squad 12 when I got back to headquarters.

As fast as I could I tore out of the parking space, out of the car park and into the streets of the city.

"What happened?"

I actually winced at those two words. How do you tell someone their father had been murdered because you failed to do your job correctly, you don't know why he was murdered and that she can't go home because she's a likely target too. So yeah I winced.

"Your father is dead."

The tears she had been holding onto began to slowly slide down her face and her shoulders began to shake.

"Why?" Her voice quivered. She really knew how to ask the difficult questions.

"I don't know." I replied honestly. She didn't want someone to sugar coat this, she needed the facts so she could have some closure.

The silence that followed my reply was only broken by the quiet sound of stifled sobs from the passenger seat. This continued we reached the outskirts of the city.

"Did he suffer?" A horse and broken voice asked.

"No, it was quick." Thank God. My reply seemed to calm her down a bit. Her breathing evened slightly and her shoulders slowly stopped shaking. Her eyes however continued to leak a steady river of tears.

"What now?" She asked slightly louder than before.

"Now? Well now I take you to the super secret Headquarters of the agency I work for, which is based in a hidden valley in the mountains." I said in an even voice.

Despite the wet, red and puffy eyes she turned to look at me, disbelief displayed clearly on her face.

"What?" I asked confused. "I was being serious."

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