Chapter 10
As she entered the flat, Leena turned the lights on. She'd almost forgotten how small the place actually was. It was clean, and per her instructions the computer equipment along one wall was top of the line. Along the other was the stereo, reaching into her backpack she randomly selected a CD and placed it in the machine. Music filled the room. Picking up the phone she sank into the only chair a nicely overstuffed leather executive type, she hit the speed dial and waited for him to pick up.
"Yea?" the male voice who finally answered growled.
"I'm in town." She answered.
"You lookin for work."
"Yea, got anything."
"Just one in your range. Interested?"
"Why else would I call."
"Want to meet and greet the client."
"Why not. Haven't done that in a while. Where and when?"
"There's a bar about a block from you, be there in an hour."
"Got it. Bar a block from here in an hour."
They hung up. Turning to the computer she let it boot up as she reached in the compact refrigerator under the table. Empty. Well she hadn't said to keep it stocked. A quick check online and she knew that everything was going well. Her investments had paid well and she could easily walk away from the "family" money and be well off by herself. Opening the safe she flipped through the blank ids she kept there. Now for the newest identity. Quickly she hacked into the Licensing Bureau. Twenty minutes later she looked at her newest identity Akisame Ka, now for the picture, quickly she cast an illusion turning her silver hair to the same vibrant red as the youkai she had met. Adding a scar to her face as if she'd been hit by a sword she completed the illusion. Smiling for the camera she took the picture and finished the license. While it was laminated she debating some cash with her. She almost decided against it, reasoning they wanted to hire her, they paid for the drinks. She decided to take a small amount of cash just to be safe.
She entered the bar exactly one hour after hanging up the phone. Her now auburn hair hung in a french braid down her back. She knew they watched as she crossed the room, her gait as always that of a predator. She took in the scene before her using all her senses. She saw the client sitting at one of the tables, as usual he was fat, dumb and trying to look important. She was use to it, to many thought them better than her because they hired her. His bodyguards stood behind him, all muscle, no brains, she studied there ill fitting suits and knew that they depended on the pistols in shoulder holsters under buttoned suit jackets. Reaching the table she sat down in the chair across from the boss. Pushing the chair to lean back she placed her legs on the table crossing her ankles.
"So your the girl we've heard so much about? The best huh?" She knew he was waiting for her to answer, wanting to show how smart and tuff he was. She allowed one side of her mouth to curl upward at him, keeping her silence. "So how good are you?" He finally asked once he realized she had no intention of speaking.
With a resigned sigh she spoke, her tone conveying her boredom. "Look, I don't have to prove I'm the best to you. Cause I know my broker all ready did that. But what the hell. Which bodyguard you want dead?" He sputtered not expecting that answer. "I haven't got all day. So which one, either of the two behind you or would you rather me take out the guy behind me holding the.... 9mm? Choose or I will." She said pulling one leg to the chair she sat in using her knee to rest her arm on. She waited. "Fine, you won't pick, then it's ladies choice." Pulling the knife from her boot she hefted it and threw it behind her. She heard the man go down and his heart stop. So, am I hired or not?"
"Yea, your hired."
"What's the target. And get me a drink Gin and Tonic with a twist, but only if you have Bombay Sapphire." She watched as the client nodded and handed her a folder.
"The target is a set of twins, boy and girl. Fourteen years old, hard to get to. They've lived with their grandfather since their father was murdered about seven years ago. Mom disappeared." She opened the folder and slammed her emotions through the floor, the picture before her was her kids. Not by one muscle would she let this ningen kuzu know that he had just become the target. But damn it she needed the contacts to get close to person hiring out these jobs. "It has to be done in two weeks on Wednesday. The boss is adamant about that. He'd like it done as close to noon as you can."
"Twins, in two weeks, specific day and time? My price just went up. Six times normal."
"You crazy bitch, ain't no one worth that kind of money."
"Two murders, Specific day and specific time. Nope I'm not crazy. You are the one who wants it done, not me. Sounds like the kids have had a shitty enough life. My terms are real simple, half now, half when the job is completed. My broker has the account number you need." She flipped through the folder looking for what she knew would be there. "Besides these kids ain't gonna be easy to get close too. That's some heavy duty muscle they've got around them" She slid the picture of Sango and Shinta with their bodyguards across the table.
"You can do it?"
"I said I could, but hell find some dumb shit trying to make a name. I don't need this shit." 'The hell I don't no one else is getting this contract.' Her face betrayed nothing, only disinterest.
"Ok, Call her broker make the arrangements."
"I'll call you when it's done, until then Sayanora." She rose from the table and walked out she didn't increase her pace or turn. Just walked the block to the flat.