Authors note: This is a bit detailed but I wanted to make sure I covered what I need to instead of jumping to random places without explanation. But! we meet main characters in this one! Comment please, negative or positive, it helps me to get better!


Chapter 2: The Job

I sit tiredly in my seat in the private jet, which I didn't know they had, but should've guessed. It's early in the morning, and when I say early, I mean the ass crack of dawn. Out of the 23 hours given to me 19 of it was spent reading over the history of the Satos. There was so much information yet 80% was on Hiroshi, Asami's father, than Asami herself. Most of the information on her was about her engineering and how much the technology in the kingdom was invented and built by her and her team. I figure I'll just have to get closer than expected to earn a few personal details. I look out of the window of the conference room in the jet, still waiting for someone to give me the rest of the information on my mission.

As if on cue a man comes in with a large case and a lockbox. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye before smiling. He's wearing a black suit and has in interesting nose piercing. "Hello Avatar, I am Truth Seer, Seer for short. I will be giving you the break down before you are sent to start your mission." He places the cases on the long table in front of me. "When we arrive in the Republic Kingdom, you will take a cab to the hotel at this address." He says handing me a brochure with Flamey-o Hotel elegantly printed across the top. The name clearly doesn't match the type of hotel this is, inside is the card keys to the room and a note with a phone number, he then hands me a key chain with car keys and other keys on it. "Once there, that will be your base of operations. Your gear will be there and will only be delivered there, so if you put in an order it will be sent to the hotel and depending on size it will be put in their hidden garage, which is also to your disposal. The hotel is also run by our agents, so you will not need to worry about being there." He continues.

"You will update "The House" on your progress every 3 weeks, on Wednesday at 1800 hours. You will use a burner phone and after every call you will destroy the phone. If you do not meet the deadline another agent will be sent to look for you. Do not make us send someone to look for you, it won't be fun. Do not call "The House" directly if you find out how. You will find a post-it note in the brochure of the number to the cleaners down the street from where you will be staying. To get through you must tell them your code which was put on your dog tags. If they say "Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice" after you give them your code, abort the mission and run to the nearest safe house, someone will be in contact with you if that happens. Do not call the cleaners unless you are updating, you have an emergency, need more guns or something of the like, or you need to dispose of a body that you can't yourself. Do you understand everything I have said, and any questions?" I confirm that I am on board and allow him to continue.

"Good. Now for the fun stuff!" He exclaims as he opens the large case, and turns it to me. It is filled to the brim with weapons, funny enough most were made by Asami Sato. I pull each weapon out examining them in detail. Each is a military grade weapon. There is a sniper rifle, a shotgun, an assault rifle, two pistols, a machete, a bowie knife, a shit ton of ammo and a mask. The mask is white with a brow and cheeks sculpted on, yet no mouth. Which I think it's odd to have a mask but if they are going to give it to me I obviously will need it. Underneath the guns, however, is a medium sized compartment, I open it and inside is a pistol that was dug up from my past. I look at the Seer with what must be a surprised expression, because he just laughs. The gun was one I brought with me to the first day at "The House," it was my father's. I had to give it up because we aren't allowed to have anything that reminds us of our past, I thought I would never see it again. The gun is gold with white plating on the handle, it was big for a pistol, it came with a custom silencer because this mother fucker was loud, and not to mention it can blow a hole through a person with the .500 S&W special rounds it takes.

"I thought… " I start.

"I know but it seems someone is looking out for you. You are probably the only person in the world that uses such a complicated gun." He laughs.

I smile remembering the first time my dad gave me the gun, telling me he made and used it during his days in the military. My mother wasn't pleased. We finally land in a private airport where a car is waiting for me. As I head out of the plane Seer calls to me:

"Remember your training and stay strong. It may seem like you are on your own, but you aren't. We will be around, you are not alone."

"But what if someone from "The House" needs to get in contact with me for something?" I ask.

"Don't worry we will find you." The most terrifying and reassuring thing he's said. I nod to the driver as get into the car, and we head to the hotel.

I sit at the table in the hotel, which I might add is the best hotel I've ever been in, with the best view over the capital. I open the smaller brief case Seer gave me, which has everything I need on the Satos, and the location of the interview. I make my way to the closet and I strap one of the smaller guns to my thigh before I change into black baggy adidas joggers, a dark blue 'wife beater' tank and black combat boots which I slid a small blade into my right boot. I grab the car keys and head to the garage in the back of the hotel. As I reach the garage I use one of the keys to get in and HOLY SHIT! There's so many nice Satomobiles, Satomobiles are rivals with Ferrari, Bugatti, and Lamborghini, I can see why. There were also like 3 normal cars, probably for low profile stuff. There are also a shit ton of guns on the back wall and so much stuff It'll take me months to examine everything. I click the unlock button to find the car they have set up for the job, luckily it's a pretty nice car, it is a blue Mitsubishi lancer, looks like it is one of the earlier ones. Before pulling out of the garage, I look in the glove compartment to see a fake licenses, passports, a credit cards and about 5K in cash.

"Ha, sweet" I laugh to myself as I head over to the interview.

I finally arrive and park the car about a block down the street, walking the rest of the way to the warehouse, there's a swarm of men standing in front of the door in the fenced in parking lot waiting for the door to open. I assume they are all here for the interview they all look like thugs honestly. I stand in the back of the cluster trying to size everyone up, I was minding my own business until I was spotted by some asshole in the corner

"What's a woman doing here?" A man yells loudly, everyone looks in my direction. "Only the toughest men belong here, the name's Tahno, it would be horrible to see you horribly injured. So if I was you I'd leave." Trying to ignore all of the bullshit coming out of his face I keep my head forward looking past him. He's obviously offended I don't give him the time of day.

"Did you not hear me… Bitch?" This was enough to make me kill him but I continued to act like I didn't notice he was there, hell, I even threw in a yawn for good measure. Getting angry that he was making a fool of himself, he threw a punch, I moved my head slightly to dodge the fist but not moving anything else. He yells, everyone in the parking lot watching all of this unravel, as he throws another punch but someone grabs his fist I look behind me to see a man with black spiky hair in a black suit with a red tie, and funny looking eyebrows. Behind him another man staring at me with a goofy grin on his face, and a spit curl like superman coming down his forehead also in a black suit with a green tie.

"THIS IS NOT THE TIME. CALM THE FUCK DOWN OR GET THE FUCK OUT" The man yells. He pushes Tahno away and faces me "Are you alright?" he asks, still kind of yelling. I nod

"Yea thanks, but I would have been fine." I grin.

He nods and then goes up to the front with the goofy guy, he yells for everyone to shut up and to remain so, before opening the doors to the warehouse. Everyone pours in as the two men climb the stairs and lock a gate to the stairs behind them. I also hear someone lock the front doors as well but it seems I'm the only one who notices that. We watch them as they go into a room and open the curtains, a thick sheet of glass separating us from the 10 other guys inside all wearing black suits and a woman in a red dress… She looks even more stunning in person, she looks down at us. I laugh to myself seeing Asami sitting there, looking "proper," but also like she could kill everyone in here. She scans the room and stops on me, we make eye contact. She smiles before leaning over to the man that yells a lot and says something that makes both him and spit curl smirk, before the angry one shakes his head and hands her a mic.

"Hello everyone, thank you for coming in for the interview, which will be conducted in a few minutes. To the far wall on your left were you came in and on your right you will find weapons you may choose one at this time." We all do as we are told I decide to wait until everyone clears out before heading over, still being able to feel Asami's eyes on me seeing what I choose I assume. The only thing left over is brass knuckles and a katana so I grab the katana, I look over at Asami, who is still watching me, and grab the brass knuckles as well she smirks a bit.

"This is your interview. There is only one position, and 50 of you. There are no rules, except there can only be one. Everyone goes on the tone." She says with a polite smile. She looks directly at me before speaking again.

"This is a fight to the death."

The tone sounds.


Authors note..again!: Hope you all liked this chapter even though not much happened! but there's a (brutal) fight scene in the next chapter!

Here are some of the things I described in the story
Korra's joggers: .
Her gun but with a white grip: question/67/75/91/6775916_
The mask: 020/0/8152687/il_340x270.495160422_
(Quote by Robert Frost)