There is a single picture surrounding those at the briefing in Joe HQ. One girl, her steel eyes nearly concealed by the sunglasses in hand with dark hair down to her waist in a ponytail, is there with a guitar case in hand. Duke puts down her file. "She is a nuisance to every government on either side of the world. She goes by Arctic Wolf, but has many aliases. It'll be impossible to find her real name."
"What has she done?" Jinx asks. "I don't see her to be the type to be violent. Maybe she's just a sniper."
Duke shakes his head, Jaye speaks. "That's where you're wrong, Jinx. Arctic Wolf is responsible for over a thousand deaths. Her earliest confirmed death is from when she was, and this is speculation, around thirteen years old. Her earlier kills are a bit gruesome, but she's made it into an art." She goes through a few pictures in a envelope, most likely her confirmed kills. She pulls one out a man with a slit throat, the confirmed murder weapon next the body. "It's been sawed to look like shark teeth, but it's a straight cut. It looks like a line drawn on paper in red ink.
Roadblock takes the picture in hand. "If killing was a super power, she'd definitely have it." He looks at the crest on the blade, examining it closely and with a look of intensity. He doesn't see Storm Shadow doing the same on a bit more gruesome cut. "It looks almost like the Arashikage symbol." Snake Eyes takes the photograph from him, looking at it intently.
"It can't be," Jinx says, seeing it with a concerned look. "We killed them a long time ago, didn't we?"
"Evidently not," Storm Shadow replies, throwing it on the table. "This is the responsibility of our family."
"Funny, because you have to bring her in alive," Duke says, bringing out the order from the President. "I'm not going to hide this from you. These are the exact words of the President and what he wants us to do with her. She is to be brought in alive and treated well. We will not and can not bring in her friends- names unknown, but main aliases are. Hothead, Headshot, and Cutter. I'd advise staying away from them."
"They're murderers," Flint says, looking up from it. "What could we do with them?"
"They're more than murderers," Storm Shadow says. "Arctic Wolf comes from a clan known for their skills in assassination. Their name has been lost in time, but apparently their methods have not. These are the kind of people who you only make one of for a reason. A very good reason. We were told stories of some who could take down small armies."
Flint swallows. "How true is that?"
"It is a great probability I'm not willing to bet on." Storm Shadow stands in front of her picture. "She has truly become the greatest though. I have seen very few who could go so long without having some photograph taken of them." Her steel colored eyes cut into his. "She will be dangerous, there's no mistake on that. She has been trained to be lethal."
"So who should we send?" Duke asks. Everyone glances at him in surprise. "Storm Shadow knows more about her than we do. He knows how to approach this. Hopefully."
A smile curves Storm Shadow's lips. "Of course I have a plan."