Neora stood outside of a high-end building as she gazed up at the many floors to the suite's up above her. It didn't take long for JARVIS to figure out where her client worked or what his true name was. She thought that by knowing this man's name, she would feel some sort of power over him, but she felt nothing. Just like the other times when she had business to deal with like men such as himself. Neora took a deep breath in and looked around her surroundings as she wanted to take it all in before she decided to go inside. Her future was such a wild card now that she has doubts of even making it out alive.

She walked inside the building to bright lights that nearly blinded her upon arrival. The receptionist desk was empty but she wasn't too surprised about that. It was 11:57 at night so who would be awake as of this hour. Neora walked down the hallway to the right of the entrance to the elevators near the corner. She pressed the button and waited for the elevator to arrive down at the lobby floor.

With a light ding! the elevator doors slid open as she walked in and pressed the top floor button. Neora rolled her eyes as the elevator door closed and gently lifted her up. The top floor... of course, it is. This man wasn't all talk for nothing.

The elevator suddenly stopped with a jolting end that it nearly made Neora panic for a second. She noticed that the intercom started to come alive as a sound came through it. At first she didn't know what it was, until she heard that it was laughter.

"I am very surprised, Neora" the client's voice spoke through, "Coming back to chop off the hand that's feeding you? Not a very good plan"

"I just want to talk" Neora spoke up, "Alter negotiations. I think you will like what I have to offer"

She heard a scoff at the other end before the elevator came alive once again and started to ascend up to the top floor. Neora took in a deep breath before the small room let off a ding and the doors slid open.

"Neora!" he exclaimed, "You know, usually I like my guests to call before they start to come up. But considering how you were my assassin, I decided to make an exception"

Neora took a step into the vast room as the man wrapped his robe tighter to his body, completely unfazed by how much pain that she could cause him.

She knew something was completely off about this setting. He just let a mutant into his penthouse in the middle of the night after trying to kill her. Neora looked around the room and couldn't even detect one bodyguard that he was so crowded with the first time they met. Could this be another trick? Neora looked over to the man as he sat down and stifled a yawn. He seemed too calm for a situation like this.

He looked down to his nails and started to inspect them like dirt was under them. Neora squinted her eyes at him as she studied the man. No one would be as unfazed as he is if it was just a random human sitting in a room with a mutant. She stiffened up as she realized that he could be a mutant himself. But what kind of power could he have and why didn't he go after Tony Stark on his own?

"Who are you?" Neora asked, "What are you?"

"Just call me a distant cousin" he winked.

"A mutant" Neora took a step backwards.

A door slam came from behind her, making Neora jump as she turned around to see the doors had closed and locked by themselves. Instinctively, Neora took out her blade and threw it at the mutant before she realized what she had just done. The blade stopped midway before flying back towards her. Neora heard a crunching sound as her blade crushed into her Peridot skin before collapsing to the ground.

The man got up and applauded like as if this was just a show to him. Neora looked down to her skin as she felt a wave of relief go through her body. She looked back up to the man and glared at him as another plan formed in her mind.

"I'm not going to lie to you" he says, "All of my bodyguards are mutants"

A chair came behind her and tried to make her sit down, but seeing how she still had her impervious skin up, the chair crashed into little pieces around her legs. Neora smirked as she folded her arms and leaned into her leg.

"So why hire me?" Neora asked.

"Who said you were the assassin and not the mark?" he replied.

"What did I ever do to you?" Neora questioned, "I remember the people I've met and you were never one of them"

The man smirked as he rubbed his knuckles in contemplation of whether or not to tell her.

"You're very well-known in the mutant world" the man began, "Now what would happen if another mutant was to be heard that he killed Neora the Assassin?"

"The mutant world would be thrown into a battlefield" Neora rolled her eyes, "I'm assuming you would be hoping for a power over that deed. People aren't going to be afraid of you, but thanks for trying anyways"

Neora shook her head as she walked around the room as she felt her own laughter resound in her throat. Believe it or not, this was not the first time a mutant as challenged her because of her reputation. She should've known that this was bound to happen sometime again soon, it's been too long since a mutant has tried to challenge her. She looked back over to the man and noticed a different client that she was so used to. He seemed angry in response to her comment as if that's not how he wanted Neora to react. She knew that it would be best to keep her resistant skin on.

"You don't know what kind of power I have over people" the man said in a dark voice, "Your death is the push I need"

"There won't be a "push" tonight" Neora mocked him, "Do you know how many mutants I've put down because they've tried to kill me?"

"Five"

"Looks like I've got an admirer"

"I've kept a close eye on you" the man smirked.

"I can see that" Neora noted, "So you should know how those mutants died then and what all of their mistakes were, right?"

Neora only waited for a bit as she already knew the answer to that question. She let out a slow sigh like as if she was disappointed by this man. But she knew she had to tread carefully with this man, she could see his temper rising. Although she knew that this man had telekinesis, that only gave her more of a weakness and not an advantage. She could still be thrown around until she becomes tired of concentrating on keeping her skin up.

"You won't be the one to kill me" the man shook his head, "You can imagine all of that in your head though, by all means. But you will be leaving this place in a body bag"

Neora felt an unsettling feeling stir inside of her as she tried to keep her composure. She hated when someone would threaten her life in a detail such as like that. A growl came from in her throat as she felt her hand inch to her back pocket once again. The man smirked, almost as if challenging her to make her move.

"So is that how you're going to kill me?" Neora asked, "Just keep on talking and boring me to death? So far this hasn't been as exciting as how you planned it out to be for me"

The man turned to her and nearly everything that was in the room started to float as if gravity meant nothing here. Neora caught her breath in her throat as she placed a hand on one of the blades. She looked around the room and felt frustrated as she knew what she was meant to do as of now.

"Can't wait to see your son?" the man asked.

"Okay" Neora looked him dead in the eyes, "Now you're dead"