A/N: Well, after wrestling with my partner known as the 'procrastinator' I got it done! This one I am much more pleased with than the first chapter, first being that I actually got a chance to throughly edit it. But, I apologize if there are any minor mistakes... I can never seem to catch everything. Well, no one ever reads these things anyway... so onto the story! Please read and enjoy. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Comments, concerns, and constructive criticism are all welcome and will be addressed! \

Enjoy!

~Sarah

Chapter 2

"Something Special"

The shingle rooftop was, surprisingly, cooler than the streets below. Though closer to the sun, a soft wind was able to sweep past, while the shops and buildings below blocked the refreshing breeze from the heat stricken public. This same breeze ruffled Train's brown hair, lifting it gently from his piercing golden gaze that was inspecting the public below.

The eyes he had felt on his back had drawn him here, his assassin blood awakening his senses. The presence felt had called him here, on this desolate rooftop tucked into a corner and out of view from the public, yet the perfect viewpoint to spot a potential target.

Now, he stood behind a woman, standing still as a statue from her perch of observation. Even though climate was relatively warm, she wore a black trench coat, the collar pulled high around her neck. Her body only in appearance was relaxed… he knew she was aware of every move he made, every shift of his weight. He knew by instinct that she was a killer… like him, so long ago.

"Who are you?"

"No one of importance." Her voice was soft and smooth, barely heard above the sound of the breeze sweeping past them. Sweet and flowing like honey in the morning. She remained in her statue, never taking her gaze from the crowded streets. Train walked quietly forward, coming to a rest by her side glancing at where her eyes landed.

"You're from Chronos, correct?"

"Maybe… Maybe not," She replied.

Intrigued, Train looked her individual up and down. She was young, younger than he was. Though, it was probably not by a great deal. Rich russet colored hair fell in elegant strands to her shoulders, glinting blonde and gold in the ever-present sunlight. Eyes of lustrous dark chocolate swirled with burgundy brought an ever-increasing secrecy about her. She was shorter than him by at least a head, and yet he could feel the assassin's lethal vibe emanating from her.

"Who are you?" Train inquired. "There isn't anyone in a town this size who could possibly be worth your valuable time."

"You sure about that?"

The girl, though young, was fully developed. Her cheekbones cast a young look about her face, keeping her face in its innocence. Yet, thin eyebrows and full lips brought a sophisticated edge about her. Handsomely tanned, her skin proclaimed the love of the suns rays while the coat failed to hide the appearance of a willowy figure. But, though Train analyzed her, he failed to find a Roman numeral marked upon her body… unless it was in a clothing covered part of her anatomy.

Chocolate eyes flashed in his direction before returning to their investigation. "You done scrutinizing me?" she asked.

"Almost."

Causally placing his hand on the handle of his gun, Hades, Train did another sweep. Nothing… There was no Numeral on her body that he could see.

"Find what you're looking for?" she asked finally turning toward him. She copied him for a brief moment, analyzing the possible threat beside her.

Train nodded, a smirk playing lazily about his mouth. "Yeah, I found what I was looking for."

"Leave me in peace, then?"

Train shrugged and turned around, walking to the edge of the roof. "See you around." And with that, he jumped disappearing from sight.

The girl turned, her eyes narrowing slightly at the spot where Train had disappeared. After a moment she turned her attention back to the crowd below, gazing intently at eh.

"I'd rather, I don't see you around, actually," she muttered distantly. "Now that the pest is gone, where is my little star?"

--

Train slipped back by Sven and the others down in the bustle of the streets below. Sven acknowledged him with a nod inquiring him of his disappearance with a look in his eyes. Train nodded in response and shrugged, indicating there was no problem at the moment. Eve looked back at him and rolled her violet eyes, but smiled all the same. Gina, however, when it was made clear to her he had returned, exploded.

"There you are! Why did you disappear like that? That's DANGEROUS, you know? Even if you are an ex-assassin!" she scolded severely.

Sven and Train exchanged a surprised glance at each other.

"Look, woman, I don't tell you how to live your life or that being a lone female bounty hunter is dangerous, so don't tell me how I should walk the line." Train stated, casting her a serious expression of warning. "What I consider to be dangerous and what you do are two vastly different things."

Gina refused to back down. "I can handle things better than you would think!"

Sven, sensing danger, stepped in-between the two before Train could growl a response.

"Gina, don't discuss with Train what is dangerous until you've taken a walk in his shoes, okay?" he asked giving the girl a forewarning look.

Gina blinked, and then muttered, "Okay." She sighed and looked back at Train feeling like maybe she had overreacted. "Sorry, Train," she mumbled.

Train nodded in accepting and let the subject drop instantly. "So, who are we sweeping today, Sven?" he asked cheerfully.

"Right," said Gina glancing at a bar a block a head. "About that, we should check that place." She pointed toward the bar ahead of them, a flashing neon sign underneath the name 'Chicks n' Drinks', read, 'Best drinks in town, Sexy babes, Hook up n' Get laid!' The place had the strong vibe of a strip club. A man outside was checking ID's and collecting an expensive entry fee.

"Looks like our guy, Jeff Slinger, might be in there. Huge drug dealer."

Train stiffened, suddenly alert, a wary an ominous feeling casting a premonition on the situation.

"Huge? How huge, exactly? Global?"

"Almost… He tends to do most of his dealing within bars of high value. Plus, he's a massive womanizer. So, an expensive bar with girls should be the perfect place to find the pervert," said Gina adjusting her hat causally.

"That's not what I meant," Train said rolling his eyes. "How well known is he, like among other dealers?"

"Very, when I was in the business…" she looked away and coughed, then continued. "… A while ago, everyone called him Sensei. Plenty of people want him dead for one thing or another."

Train gave an audible groan and ran his hand through his hair. Sven shot him an inquiring look, Eve mimicking him.

"Well, We'd better catch him before someone takes him out," Train grumbled and he walked with every intent of entering the bar though the front door. Gina grabbed his arm.

"Hey, you can't get in there without lots of money, unless of course you're working," she told him winking. "But, Eve can come if she wants to." Gina smiled down at her. Sven instantly stepped in front of the young girl, guarding her.

"No way.

"Why?" Eve asked surprised.

"Because, you might have to do some very bad things…" Sven muttered trailing off. Eve shrugged, their year of friendship causing her to trust him.

"Okay, I'll stay with Sven."

Gina rolled her eyes, mocking a pout. "You think I'm stupid enough not to protect her?" She smiled then, and walked around the bar to the ladies entrance. No one stopped her as she entered, the guard at the door merely nodding to her as she walked past. Easy as cake.

The bar was dimly lit, with no real lights, just an interesting canopy of color to bring the mood of sleaze into the place. Extensively furbished, the carpet was dark burgundy, accenting nicely with maroon walls. On a small stage, golden poles glinted as girls dressed in bare straps of clothing wrapped their supple forms around it. Music of deep base and vulgar lyrics blared from hidden speakers. Even though it was just after noon, there were a surprising number of men inside, a few hooting with glee as some girl provided him with a lap dance.

"The biggest womanizer in the place…" she muttered as she observed the place around her. The air was stuffy, having a twinge of alcohol and sex about it. Her eyes rested upon a man seated at a booth, flimsy dressed girls entertaining him as he himself drank booze. So far, he had the most women around him.

"That was easy."

Gina considered herself rather pretty, appealing to the male mind. That, combined with unnecessary flattery, should succeed in acquiring his attention. She tilted her head slightly to the side, and walked over to him, swinging her hips.

"So, this is what all the noise is about. A sexy man I haven't met yet. What a shame, I'm Yuri."

The man looked up at Gina, his eyes unfocused. He reeked of alcohol, the conclusion being that he was, obviously, drunk. Great, makes the job so much easier. His short brown hair was messed up, sticking up in odd places. He looked to be in his mid thirties. The girls clustered around him nodded to Gina and left, allowing her to swoop in.

Gina sat beside him, draping her legs over him and buying him more drinks. She sweet-talked and sucked up to him, effectively seducing him.

"Want to, go back to my place?" she whispered his ear. He chuckled deeply.

"Yeah… s-sure baabe. What's' ever you wants…" he grumbled his words slurring heavily. Gina had to help him stand up, the drunken man leaning heavily on her.

--

Outside, Train was pacing back and forth, his golden gaze glancing down all roads and alleyways… frequently.

"Train, it looks like your expecting an ambush or something! Come on, relax a bit."

Train's pace didn't slow, nor did he give Sven any indication that he had heard him.

"Just, enjoy the show! It's hilarious; she's got the wrong guy! You would've thought she'd have looked at the mug before going in!" Sven chuckled, holding up a mug shot of a completely different man than the one Gina was, at the moment, seducing. Jeff slinger was in his late thirties, early forties, his black hair streaked with gray strands. In addition to that, a plum face gave you an idea of his approximate size.

Train barely glanced at it, intent on his guard. Abruptly, he stopped moving. He was staring at someone walking smoothly towards the ladies entrance, her russet hair falling in tresses of blonde and gold, licking the tops of her bare shoulders. A soft cream shirt frilled about her arms, swooping low to express her bust, shamelessly exposing the top of her soft breasts as to – no doubt – arose male stimulus. It ended in frills again, stopping short of her belly button to show off a flat midriff. A white plaited miniskirt swished lightly about her thighs.

The guard at the back who was looking at the girls had a smile of lust and pleasure so wide that it was visible from where he was in the distance. He bowed her in, his eyes following her as she walked past.

Train watched as she turned her head to look at him, pausing right before the entrance. She winked an eye of chocolate and slipped into the club smirking softly.

Sven whistled softly from behind him, he had seen her too.

Train however, stared after her, his face a mixture of shock and horror. As if his body was moving of its own accord he made to follow her with Sven grabbed his shoulder just in time.

"You can't go in," he said taken aback. "Do you know her?"

"I can't be sure… but, I think I recognize her and, I think she's going to take out our man!" Train growled breaking free of Sven's grip.

"Wait! How are you going to get in? We don't have any money!" Sven called behind Train's retreating back.

"I'll find a way," Train yelled back and he turned down an alleyway that would take him directly to the back entrance of the bar.

There, a drunken man was puking violently unto a dumpster can. Two barely dressed girls were with him, one patting his back. They were giggling.

"Taka-san, I think you had too much to drink."

Train sighed, resigning himself to the task before him. Straightening up, he took off his blue vest and tossed it quietly into a discrete corner of the alleyway for later pick up. He opened some of the buttons on his shirt, exposing more of his muscular chest and ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up with a sense of style. Talking on the walk of a businessman, he made his way forward, approaching the girls. He adopted a soft smile.

As he neared, the girls looked up, their eyes surveying his image carefully. Their eyes flickered to each other before resuming setting him in their sights, smiling up at him in an approving way.

"Hello ladies," he bowed. "I seem to have forgotten my wallet at home and they won't let me in, so, now I can't enjoy your company." He smiled an apology.

The girls giggled and after nodding to each other, took his hands. They pulled him inside with them. "Then, come in with us."

--

Gina still had no clue she had the wrong guy. She was slowly leading the man out of the bar, the drunkard leaning on her as he swayed dangerously. Once outside the building she looked up at Sven who burst into silent laughter. The man she was supporting stumbled and she was forced to grab onto his arm. He swung his hand around, trying to get a more… pleasurable… part of the body to hold on to. Gina's face darkened and with a simple punch of the face, the man was knocked to the ground.

"Where is Train?" she asked icily as she glared at her fallen charge.

"He snuck in with some girls," Sven responded failing to mention the exact reason.

Gina snatched the mug shot from Sven. "Now, lets see how much…" Her face fell. She was silent for a moment, comparing the mug shot to the man so drunk he had fallen unconscious on the floor. Her face colored with a magnificent crimson blush.

"Why didn't you tell me it was the wrong guy?!" she wailed.

"Hey, I can't go in there and I can't tell in case I alert the real one," Sven said chuckling good-naturedly.

"You're horrible! That was embarrassing!"

--

Train slid himself easily into the main pub, his arms slung casually over the shoulders of the two girls that had slipped him in. He scanned the room with his golden catlike eyes and even as he watched, his target left one of the side rooms that were used when a man wanted private quality time with the opposite sex.

"Ladies, could you excuse me for a moment?" he asked smiling down at them.

"Sure thing, handsome," they whispered into his ear before attaching themselves to the new customers walking through the door.

Train slipped through the people and caught his goal before she could walk out the door, his hand curling tightly around her waist.

"Well, please have a drink with me," he said smoothly, bushing some of the dusted brown strands from her ear.

"Maybe next time. I'm in a hurry," she whispered back sweetly, her voice flowing seductively.

"Oh, I bet you are," Train muttered darkly. He steered her into a private corner in the back of the room, away from the hubble and noise. Train boxed her into the corner, holding her dark eyes with his.

"Why are you here? What does the agency have against this man?"

"Oh? You talk as if you already know who I am."

"I know what work you do. I was like you once. All this man does is sell a few drugs and get a few girls to sleep with him, it's hardly worth your precious time."

"Look, you don't know the circumstance and I really don't care. It's a job and all I know is that I get paid for it."

"Unless I catch him first, I need him alive."

Train let go of her and she started to walk toward the door. "Have fun trying to," she said turning around. "Just don't hold a grudge against me for it." And with that, she walked out the door slipping on her black trench coat at the same time. Suddenly she was running.

A scream pieced through Train thoughts and he whirled around to se a girl dash out of the room his target had left seconds before he cornered her. He ran toward it, his heart beating with the disappointing knowledge that he was too late. He paused in front of the door, looking into the mess within. He groaned and punched the wall next to him. Jeff Slinger was lying on the carpet in a pool of his own blood, staining the maroon carpet.

--

"He's dead," he told Sven and the others once he had rejoined them. Sven cursed under his breath and Gina adopted a pouting expression. Eve merely shrugged, brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear.

"It happens."

"Yeah."

"So… who should we make our next target?"