A/N: I disclaim everything except my own characters.

Two onyx-colored eyes reflected the flickering light of the dusty office as the woman groaned secretly at the annoyance of the man who was repeatingly kissing and slobbering all over her long, tanned neck. Five, four, three, two... One fall of a crystal blue dagger fell into the man's back like cutting him with a hot butter knife. A soft thud hit the velvet carpetted floor. Shuddering from the disgusting saliva on her skin, she used a piece of cloth from her back pocket. She disliked these jobs, but she rather work by herself than drag along her the rest of team. Pulling out the metal weapon out of the body like Arthur had done with Excaliber from the stone, she wiped the blood on the man's cheap polyster coat mostly likely bought at Dillard's. Her long, black leather gloved hands held the handle just right as she slid the daggar in a sheath attached to her waist. The victim was nothing more than a manager not realizing how important the information he had retained in his cluttered office was. Going through her mind, she remembered she had not taken off her gloves since she arrived here, so no fingerprints. And even if they were, the conflict would have been situated easily, but still it was a pain in the arse.

A neatly prepared manila folder sat there on the desk like it was already waiting for her to just take it. She did no doubt, but she made sure that there were no flaws in her plan. After setting the folder in her black bag she had sneaked in as the man was leering at her body, her black boots padded against the floor and out the door as her black, long hair flew against the wind of the AC in the building. Another assignment accomplished. And with a click, the door itself had closed and locked itself, hiding the dead. Well, someone's going to have a big surprise in the morning. Getting out of the retched building, the mysterious woman closed the car door beside her as she set her bag next to her in the passenger's seat. She had borrowed her friend's car, the new 2007 Lamborghini V12. It wasn't his favorite, so whether there was an accident involved, she wouldn't have gotten in trouble. Igniting the car as she turned the key, she pressed the gas pedal and zoomed out of her parking spot. As she passed the rust colored street lights that were gleaming over knowing her what she had done, the lights had beamed at her outfit, a grey corset, black leather pants, boots, and a wristband. It was bait for her victim. This she had also borrowed only from a different friend.

After a half of an hour, she arrived to a larger building with windows covered everywhere like it were crystal eyes peering at you. The woman closed the door with her bag in her hand, before she had automatically locked it with the key. She walked inside and arrived to the top floor. There she saw the others of her team, sitting and standing around a speaker. Walking in, their eyes scanned her to make sure there were no damages to their leader and to also make sure that it was her not some random attacker ready to rip them apart. Setting the manila folder on the desk, they waited as the the second hand of the glass clock that was hung above them twitched right to the number twelve, making it midnight.

"Good evening, ladies. I see you have the information I want. The money has been transferred to your accounts," said a deep, smooth voice, "Part one of our contract has been complete, and I will have further instructions for you later on at six o'clock in the afternoon. And also good job. You are indeed the best of the best."

This client of their's wasn't liked by the girls. The reason was due to fact of the demands of the bastard. Part one was finally done, where had to crawl through vents, beat some stupid guards down to pulp, and of course stealing whatever that needed to be stolen. They had only heard his voice never seen his face or even touched him. Some of the girls had deduced that he was handsome, average height, and Caucasian. Even with these assumptions, he was still disliked by the girls. He knew it too. That's why to both sides they couldn't wait to meet each other. This might be for diffent reasons.

The five beautiful ladies stood unmoved by the compliments of their client. It would have shown weakness, although their hearts had already grown cold a long time ago. Their leader turned off the speaker as the manila folder had already disappeared, leaving only black smoke. She unbuckled the belt around her waist with the dagger hanging onto it by it's sheath. She left it on a different table, sighing and running a hand through her fingers.

"So, how'd it go?"

A young blonde asked breaking the silence and tension of the room who was laying on the desk with her twin resting her head on her sister's shoulder. Her golden locks flowing down on her large chest that were hardly unoticable underneath the small blue tanktop.

"What do you think, Iris? She was successful, or she wouldn't be standing here now. Well, not yet anyways," remarked a smart-aleck tall woman with nothing more than dripping sarcasm in her lustrious voice, leaning against the desk in her skinny dress. Her blue contact lenses beamed at her leader with nothing more than rebellion and ridicule.

"Leave my sister alone, Morgan," protested another blonde who was the other twin.

"No one asked you, you little twit," said Morgan, "And I thought I told you my new name was Morgana."

A sigh came from a different female this time. It was from a tall brunnette whose emerald eyes glared at the three. "They're at it again," she groaned, muttering curses in Russian with her hand rubbing her right temple.

"And what's that supposed mean, Luna? Huh?" Morgan asked with a glare in her eyes, "You wanna elaborate on that?"

"That's ENOUGH!"

A shout from leader chilled their spines as they quickly shut the mouths.

"I know that we are only pissed that we had to agree with this bastard's plan. The only thing we can do is to do what he tells us to," she said in her stong, leading voice, "But I suggest that you all calm down, and later then we can kick his arse, if he makes the wrong move. Agreed?"

All of them giggled and smiled. A relieved sigh came from the woman with a small smile. They had already done an assignment before they had recieved this one. In other words, the girls had wanted nothing more than peace and quiet.

"Alright, let's just get some sleep. And, Bridget, no more midnight snacks," said the leader with a hint of seriousness in her voice.

Iris's twin nodded as a scarlett blush bloomed from her peach cheeks. Iris laughed as she hooked her arm with her sister's as they walked to their room.

Morgan rolled her eyes at her leader as she walked into her bedroom and slammed the door.

Luna patted the woman on the back and said, "You didn't have to go by yourself, you know. We'll always have your back, Cecilia. Well, everyone except Morgan that is. Good night."

Cecilia nodded and offered a smile to Luna as she went to her room as well.

Cecilia was left, grabbing her dagger. She went into her room, stripping off her clothing. Her bare feet padded against the marble stone of her bathroom while she had turned on the hot water of her shower with her naked tanned hands. Letting the steam fog up the shower glass doors, she entered it, allowing the warm air kiss her skin everywhere. It was like her personal rain. Feeling the water drip onto her skin, her skin had goose bumps from the sudden heat. Although her skin was tan, she was used to cold conditions. She even like the cold, because where she grew up was where snow never existed. Unlike her team with their flawless skin, her back was covered with scars. That's why she could never wear halter tops or anything of the sort. She hissed as her back stung from the warmth of the shower, causing her to crouch and holding onto her arms. Her ebony hair clung to the sides of her face as water ran through them.

It hurt...

It still pained her.