By the time she was across the city to her partner's pawn shop her communication device was vibrating every two minutes. She was made, a hit had been placed on her head and she felt the butterflies in her stomach start-up. What the bloody hell was on that fucking chip? She pulled out said chip and looked it over. It was nothing special looking, nothing she was willing to bloody die over. It should have been a regular old crack the safe, grab the goods, and run for it job, easy for a woman of her skills. But the bloody hit after the job was a new one.

"Danny's Pawn Shop" was located closely to the shipping yard, a perfect site for new on-worlders to get cash for foreign goods fast. But he was so much more than that. Danny was Cara's direct link to the underground black markets. He made the deals, Cara got the goods, and the payout was always big. By the time Cara made it to Danny's little crap shack her communicator told her the hit on her was paying half a million credits if she was dead and a full million credits if she was alive. That forced her to pause. Everyone and their mother would be gunning for her if this was true. She glared at the chip again and placed it inside her bra for safe keeping.

A call came through and she picked up the vibrating communicator. She slipped into her slum accent, "Speak." It was Shawn. Her handler for her contract kills. A girl's gotta have up to six jobs to make it on her own out here on this slum planet, not to mention it was fun.

Shawn had the voice of a chain smoker, "New hot off the presses demand. Called in by the Big Boss man himself. They called in The Crow herself on this one mate. One full million credits if it's done fast. But there's a catch. For the mill the little chica has to be alive, dead she's only worth half." The Big Boss? Charlie called this in himself. He owned fucking half the planet and the Red Book Gang was his low level enforcers. She stole from him? Danny was gonna be lucky if she only took one of his balls for not informing her.

She I felt her stomach drop. Shawn didn't know anything about her real life. All he knew was The Crow. A Female contract killer that's good. Very good. In and out with no fuss, if you got the credit for it. "Nam'." She snapped already knowing.

"A high profile thief by the name of Cara McManus." He coughed as he spoke.

"Put out th' word, this is Th' Crow's hunt. Trashin' tis phone." She hung up without any more. At least that might take some of the assassins off her tail for now, maybe some Mercs on this planet. But shite, she so fucking going to find herself in a bloody slam or worse… in Charlie's hands. She ducked behind the pawn shop and knelt at the back door. The lock picks she kept in her hollowed out boot heal made quick work of the locked door and she let herself into the back storage room. Should probably have that' fixed old Danny boy'o.

She sat in the near darkness and let her ice blue eyes adjust. Cara turned her head to the side as if hearing something. And she was.

"I don't know where the hell she is! The bitch should have been back long ago." It was Danny's voice. Cara crept into the front room the back door hidden by all the shit he had in the shop. He was speaking to two men who had their backs to her. Danny was behind the counter and was rummaging through a big black bag. "But just so you know she's a fast little minx, the second she shows I can't be held accountable if she escapes, the deal was I get her here at this time and place. Not if you could capture her. Ya hear?"

"Oh of course sir. Our boss just wants all the loose ends tied up nicely. We can't thank you enough for giving us the information. All out to the kindness of your heart." As he spoke she watched him pull a gun out of his suite jacket and shoot Danny in the face. He body flung back onto the chair and Cara had to stop from crying out, even if he betrayed her they just got blood all over the Original Earth's Persian Rug behind Danny, it was easily worth a few million cred. She watched his body in the middle of its death twitches and then refocused on the men.

Both still had their backs to her so when she pulled her dagger from her boot and crept up behind the man with the gun drawn neither twitched. At least until her dagger found its way across his throat causing him to gurgle a little and blood began to flow. The other suit went for his gun but Cara already had hers drawn and pointed up, square in-between his eyes. She felt her anger rise at the situation and how she would have to run now… again. Her natural-born accent came out when she was upset. "Now lis'en hear boy'o, I'm gonna ask ye this once. Who sent ye'?" Her accent had been picked up form many places but mostly from a man who helped raise her, he had originated from Earth itself, someplace called the Republic of Ireland.

The suit watched the girl wirily. She was only twenty at the very most and very petit but her eyes held a lot of violence in. Her hair was pitch black and had thick waves that should have made her look feminine but he thought it looked more like a wild mane that made her ice blue eyes glow all the more. He swallowed as his looked her up and down trying to calculate his chances of survival; she could have anything under that big jacket. Her leg flew out and caught him in the balls. He cried out and collapsed to his knees. His eyes were level with her lips and he could see the little manic grin cross her face. His eyes widened at the completely unhinged expression on her pretty face. He was going to die and he knew it.

"Please!" he gasped out.

"Wrong' answer'." She braced herself and went to pull the trigger.

"D…Donovan! It was Donovan. I don't know what you took but he was gonna take it from you and kill you and then I think he was planning on blackmailing Charlie."

She paused. Donovan was the other big bad on this planet. He probably picked Cara thinking she would be more than complacent since she worked with him before. She frowned at the man kneeling before her, while she normally enjoyed it when men submitted to her, she had to stick with her original statement.

"Is tha' his money?" She jerked her head toward the black bag Danny had been fondling. The suit nodded and she smiled evilly. "Thanks'." she shot him in between the eyes. His body arched back and landed with a resounding 'thunk'. She didn't have to worry about the government officials showing up to soon, they always dragged their heals when it came to this city.

Cara flicked the hair out of her eyes and holstered her gun. She shrugged out of the gross jacket and left it were it fell as she stalked over to Danny. "You deserved so much worse than what ye got'." She said staring at his mutilated face. She smiled down at him, "Catch ye latter Danny boy'o." She picked up the black bag and glanced inside. She snorted "Ten thousand? So tha' how much me' life is." She headed out the front door stealing Danny's winter jacket on the way out.


Cara grunted as she was violently thrust forward smacking her head hard enough that she snapped out of the Cryo- locker. She yelped as she landed hard on her left arm awkwardly. The high pitched beeping noise and the flashing red light informed her that there was something wrong with the ship. Something very wrong. A loud roaring noise picked up in pitch. Her hair flew all around her, what the hell!? Why was there wind is space?! She felt panic flitter in the pit of her stomach.

She glanced around just in time to see another passenger drop out of his Cryo-locker. He stumbled trying to stand but his attention was focused on another passenger in his cryo-locker still. Cara saw the man's hands tied in front of him and a bit in his mouth. Her mind read the words "LOCK-OUT PROTOCOL IN EFFECT. ABSOLUTELY NO EARLY RELEASE". She glanced around at the other chambers as everyone was beginning to stir.

Cara stumbled over to one of the support beams and just before she got there a huge jostle launched her at the metal beam. Jesus they were crashing. She latched onto the support beam and turned in time to see the other passenger out of his tank take her lead and grab on as well. The back portion of the ship was ripped away as they continued to plummet to the ground. They slammed hard and Cara let out a yelp holding onto the beam for dear life. The ship grinded against the ground, Cryo-lockers were ripped from there mounts as if they weren't even mounted, and there was a loud crashing noise from the front. She saw a chair getting launched through a wall and then all the walls came crashing down. She felt the scream caught in her throat and her arms were getting tired. It seemed like forever before they finally skidded to a stop. Almost instantly they were surrounded by dust, it found its way into the chamber and she started to cough because she couldn't breathe. She finally opened her eyes to see the dust and nothing else.