"Where is he now, Yin?" Hei's voice crackled in her ear piece, his breath slightly ragged, his voice a few octaves lower. This is the voice of the Black Reaper. Despite it's dark tone, something inside Yin twitched at the sound of her name.
Yin's blind eyes stared down towards the floor, at a point just beyond the edge of her water basin. Her feet rested in cool water. Pleasant on her flesh. The ankle deep water served as a conduit, a conduit for Yin's other eyes.
Somewhere distant a small ghostly figure rested upon a puddle of water and gazed at the distant figure of a contractor. Contractors were the only ones who could see these specters. The specter faded away gently and Yin recorded its location mentally.
"South, 300 meters, running east," Yin's voice spoke dully, spilling forth the needed facts without preamble. There was nothing more to be said, so that is all Yin would say. That is how a doll is supposed to act. Yin was most obedient. There was nothing in her programming that allowed otherwise.
Yin sent forth her specter again, searching for water. She found it in the form of a bucket collecting rain runoff. From her specter's vantage point Yin was able to see without eyes. She watched the other contractor run in her direction. The contractor was towards the heavy side, not unlike Huang, but his hair curled, and his skin was like ebony. He wore simple clothing, pants, a hooded coat. He skidded to a stop when he saw her specter, and then cursed. He knew that her specter was with the Black Reaper that was hunting him now. The same Black Reaper who stood behind him now.
The contractor gasped, sensing something behind him, and whirled around. Hei stood there in his mask, the one he wore when he was the Black Reaper. If Yin had emotions, even she would have had to admit that he looked frightening. Hei's imposing figure stood, back lit by the moon. He began walking towards the contractor, slowly.
The man gritted his teeth and then let loose a scream, part fear, part rage. The scream of a hunted animal. He then pressed a hand to the wall next to him, and the bricks in the building vibrated and were suddenly launched through the air. Hei threw out a wire and pulled himself up towards the fire escape that hung above the contractor. Moments later Hei fell upon him, like a bird of prey, and killed him. The man let out a death cry as Hei filled his heart with high voltage electricity.
Yin's specter watched the murder blandly.
Hei sighed, lowering his head, allowing only a moment of weakness. Then he returned to being the black reaper, straightening his shoulders, and kneeling over the corpse. He riffled quickly through the contractors pockets. He found an envelope in the pocket of the contractor's hooded cloak. Hei opened the envelope to give the contents a glance, then he put the envelope away into his pocket.
He raised a hand to the side of his head, towards his ear, and then spoke, "Huang, mission accomplished."
"Good, hurry your ass back here," Huang responded gruffly before the radio line went dead.
"That was uncalled for," spoke Mao's voice from around the corner. He bounded over and hopped upon a trash can between Yin's Specter, and Hei.
Hei offered no response to Mao, he simply continued gazing on, his expression, and thoughts, hidden behind his mask. He held this for a moment before walking forward. He passed Mao and said, "It doesn't matter what Huang says."
"He still could watch the language, there's a lady present, even if she's a doll," Mao responded simply, one paw reaching up to scratch his ear.
Hei passed her specter next and paused, to send a look down towards her specter. To Yin, he was staring right at her. To Hei, it was a doll's specter. No. To Hei it was Yin's specter.
"Good job, Yin," Hei spoke, and then turned forward and walked towards the rendezvous point set by Huang and the syndicate.
Mao glanced towards Yin's specter, surprised at Hei's compliment, but then he too added, "Yes, Good job, Yin."
The specter held its position for a few moments longer, then slowly faded away watching Hei's receding back. For the first time in her memory, Yin felt the subtlest touches of emotion.