The birth of REDACTED
CODENAME: ASSASSIN 06
REDACTED was born in REDACTED on REDACTED. REDACTED was sold by her mother REDACTED to the lead pimp of the Los Muertos band, Emanuel Ramriez. REDACTED was forced to serve the Los Muertos gang until she was 17 years old when she finally had enough of the abuse and constant drug use. She waited until all the gang members were asleep, grabbing her knife, she silently slit every members throat. She slipped away, but not without the notice of the nearby witnesses. She ran more miles, when her legs finally gave out on Route 66. The heat coupled with the amount of adrenaline she had, pushed her out of consciousness. She woke up a few hours later, laying on a bed in a poorly lit room, with heavily armed guards surrounding her. A man stepped out from the corner and grumbled her name. She slowly moved her head towards him and gave him her evil smirk.
"REDACTED, do not try anything, I see that smile. There are ten heavily armed guards around you that have the ability to kill you before you breathe. I'd back down if I were you." the man grumbled out as he walked towards REDACTED.
"Who the f*** are you, and what the f*** do you want with me?" REDACTED growled back at the man.
"Not a lot. Only that we want you to join us. We saw what you did to those disgusting filth in Los Muertos. We were impressed. We only want your skills for our organization. What do you say REDACTED?" the man turns around and pushes the door open, and turns around,
"I'll wait for your response. I'll be in the briefing room, just down the hall, room number 596." he turns and leaves the room along with the guards.
REDACTED places her head in her hands, not knowing what exactly to do. Who was he? Where am I? Why do they want a 17 year old punk? She shakes her head and makes her decision. She gets up off the bed she was sitting on, and walks down the hallway to room 596. Pushing open the double door to the briefing room, she is greeted by all black clad officers and the man that talked to her. He directs her to a chair and she sits.
"So have you made up your mind REDACTED?" the man leans on the table before her.
"Yes, and I agree to join you, only if you tell me who you are and the name of your organization." REDACTED leans on the table, two inches away from the man's face.
"Very well then. I'm Nicolai Nemesis. The leader of this branch of Talon. Talon is a organization of people who excel at taking people out and taking what we want. You'll be a great addition REDACTED, but of course you'll need some therapy and a codename so you can't be tracked. Are you ready to become one of us?" Nicolai's arms spread out to show off the genetically enhanced operatives that sit before her.
"I'm ready whenever the f*** you want me. As long as you don't delete my memories. My memories give me my anger to kill." REDACTED smirks and leans back in the chair.
"I like your attitude. You're going to be a killer. Welcome to the clan. We'll start your therapy tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. Don't be late. Here's your room number and key" Nicolai smirks, hands her a piece of paper and a black key, and leaves the room with the envoy of operatives following him.
REDACTED sighs a breath of relief. At least this life might be a little bit better than what I had and what I could have had if they hadn't picked me up. She looks at the piece of paper and sees that her room number is 606. She gets up and leaves the room, wandering the hallway for her room so she can turn in for the night and await whatever is in store for her tomorrow.