Characters: Kalifa, Lucci

Timeline: Way before Water 7

Whispers of an Assassin

Chapter 2

Never again

Kalifa would be the first to tell you that she hated missions like this. She tossed back her long blonde hair and checked her make-up. She fixed her dress again. She really hated doing this it made her feel cheap and sick to her stomach.

She got up from her dressing chair and headed to the curtain. All she had to do was singing her heart out and seduce the runaway marine. She couldn't understand why she couldn't just kill him. No they needed information from him. He could lead them to other traitors.

She stepped onto stage. The lights were on her and she sung the best she had in her life. The crowd came to life. She spotted her target sitting up front. Showing more leg then she should she walked over to him and got closer as she sung. Leaving the man restless wanting more she scanned the crowd she spotted her higher up Lucci. She gave him a wink and his expression remained emotionless.

She finished the song and left the stage down the front of the stage. She walked over to the marine her black gown dragged along the floor. She was dressed to kill, long black gown that sparkled. Diamond jewelry her hair was done up. She was sure she could get anyone's attention with this look.

"Hey there. Come here often?" The mission was underway all she had to do was get him to his room and there Lucci would capture him. She could easily do it herself she knew it but Lucci insisted on capturing the traitor himself. Leaning in and whispering to the other man. Whatever she said made him blush and drool as she planted a kiss on his cheek. She was good at faking affection and attraction. Honestly this man repulsed her made her skin crawl but she had to do what she had to. The mission was important.

The two slowly headed to his room. Her skin was still crawling. Every touch he laid on her she had to suppress the urge to vomit. He was ugly he stunk, and she was sure he was drunk. He laughed and staggered around. He fumbled with his pockets when they got near the door. She figured he was getting a key. She took her eyes off of him for a second, a second she would regret.

He grabbed her from behind covering her mouth. She felt her world go dark. Shit! She couldn't let this happen she was one of the world's deadliest assassins. She fought the man as she dragged her into his room. She kicked and tried to scream but the cloth muffled her sounds.

The room was dark and smelled like old alcohol. She scanned the room no Lucci. Shit! Where was he when she needed him?

The drunk marine pushed her away. She struggled with the drug she breathed in determined not to give up. She looked up and saw him draw out a pocket knife. He got closer to her drooling. He wanted to cut her dress off. Before any perverted thoughts could enter his mind she kicked him in his manhood.

The ex-marine screamed and held his family jewels as she got up off the floor. Dusting herself off she never felt so repulsed in her life.

The door opened and Lucci walked in. Blank expression as usual he looked down at the marine rolling on the floor. "I see." Is all he had to say as he hoisted the man off the ground. The marine cussed him as Lucci looked at Kalifa.

Her lip was split, hair was ruined, dress a little torn up. Without thinking Lucci said. "You look like shit."

She looked down at herself and fixed her glasses. "That's sexual harassment."

He sighed and shifted the prisoner around and removed his white coat and tossed it to her.

She caught it and looked at him. "What's with this?"

"You'll catch a cold out there on the ship in a half ripped dress."

She put it on and followed Lucci out of the room. Rob Lucci was a hard man to read. He never changed his expression and she could tell he didn't care at all about what happened to them but then he would have a moment. A simple moment of humanness that would pop up from time to time and each time it surprised her. They walked to the dock were the newest agent Kaku and Blueno waited for them with a ship.

Kalifa headed up on the ship first wishing she had other clothes. She felt awkward now especially after Kaku had gawked at her wearing Lucci's coat. She considered telling him it was harassment but decided against it especially after he asked.

"Kalifa what happened?"

The two had trained together when growing up in their homeland. Though she got in CP9 before him (mostly because of her age) the two were somewhat close. It warmed her heart a little despite the years of training to not care about others Kaku still cared somewhat.

She went to answer when the prisoner shouted. "Stupid slut! That's what you get! I hope that split lip never heals!"

She turned to deliver another kick to the prisoner's manhood when her comrade moved quicker. With a load thud Lucci, yes Rob the uncaring Lucci hit the man in the face.

He glared at the prisoner as he fell to the ground and grumbled. "You're lucky you have to be captured alive." He looked at Blueno. "Bring that scum in. I'm going to report to Spandam." He coolly walked past her and Kaku like nothing had happened and headed into the ship's cabin.

She suddenly felt really awkward and decided to head on board too, to find the bathroom and clean up her injuries.

As she turned around the marine shouted other nasty words to her such as: bitch, whore, slut and so forth. Letting the words fall off her back. She had been called worst before. As he heeled foot landed on the deck she heard the prisoner scream. She glanced back and saw Kaku hit the prisoner. Blueno stopped him and the two dragged the prisoner to the cell.

She smiled. Even though the mission was a success for the most part, and yes the creeper almost had his way with her she was glad to know that she had a family that had her back. She walked into the cabin and tossed the white coat at Lucci who was talking to the chief on the transponder snail. She held her head high. She was proud member of CP9 and she wasn't going to let her disgust for the situation show on her face. She stepped into the bath and looked at herself in the mirror. Split lip running mascara she did look like hell. She turned on the sink and cleaned her face. At the end of the day even the dirtiest of things could become clean. She looked at herself finally she looked like the Kalifa she knew. She sighed she was happy to feel clean again.

A/N: I look at CP9 like a big dysfunctional family so to speak :)