Author's Note- This is a short little one, but I thought it was a fun idea of Birdy's reason to show up and attack Sabretooth!
She nodded over the boring details they were filling her in on. They didn't have to worry about it, most people didn't, but apparently they felt obligated to warn anyone they hired before giving them the first half of their payment.
Apparently a lot of people had tried before this.
They were wasting their time though, she'd already checked into it. That's why she showed up. She never did without looking into the hit first. The only way her conscious could stomach all this killing was to see that they were horrible, completely irredeemable people beforehand. It didn't open up a lot of opportunities for her, and it didn't pay the bills well… but it was all she could do in the business she'd found herself in.
Her fingers slipped through the files, eyes scanning over them again. She had a lot of qualms with what she did, maybe not as many as she should have by many people's viewpoints, but she would say she had more than most mercenaries she met.
But this guy here? He was making the job easy. There was a trail of death, terror, and terrorism that was just begging to have someone wipe him off the face of the planet. He was one of those mutants out there giving people like her a bad name.
Going where ever he pleased and killing anyone that was in his way. Apparently he was part of a terrorist attack not too long ago and these guys had told her that he was a mercenary as well.
So the world couldn't have handed her a bigger jackass to save the world from.
"We think you'll have an advantage."
"What's that?" She could use an advantage against this guy, well any additional ones besides her powers. She only took on people as dangerous as this guy because no matter how big or bad you were, one powerful mental blast from her and he was as good as gone.
It was easy to finish people off after they were knocked out. She never went as far as to try and kill them mentally, though she'd thought out the ways how many times. One well placed aneurysm and bang. Not that she did that for work…. she'd found out about that as a teenager accidentally. It wasn't a comfortable feeling to be honest… telepathy kept you too connected.
Fortunately she was very good with big guns.
"Speaking bluntly, you're a woman," She couldn't help but scoff at them. That was beyond blunt. Usual she appreciated no bullshit, but really? Come on. "We don't expect him to see you as a threat right away like the others, then you can get close enough to take him out."
"How about you let me worry about how I take care of this guy," She said dryly. What a bunch of jerks, so she could only do this job better because she was a girl and the guy wouldn't think twice?
Oh, it didn't matter to her. What mattered were the massive… crazy amount of zeroes attached to this pay check. Whoever this guy was, he'd sure made a lot of enemies while trampling around murdering and being a terrorist and everything.
She'd be able to quit this horrible occupation for good! Go retire somewhere warm with lots of strip malls and salons, then she could focus on getting something normal to do with her time. She accepted their terms and grabbed down payment.
"Bring it on, Sabertooth," She said to herself, picking up her gun from the table and turning out of the room.
