Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy.

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Diamondback

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Darren's eyes slowly opened at the feel of a pair of soft lips kissing his neck. Letting out what almost sounded like a growl he grabbed Katherine's slender waist, eliciting a small giggle from her, as he sat up, pulling her up so she was straddling him.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked as he raised his hand up to her face, one of his fingers tracing her lips, causing her to let out a small moan. He grinned at that.

"Of course I did," she answered as he pulled away before she leaned down and quickly kissed him. "You were here with me." She then looked down, and Darren could see there was some sadness in her eyes.

He knew why.

"How much longer do you have to work for Pierce," she asked again as she looked at him again.

Darren shrugged. "Probably until after this deal is done. He knows that I'm quitting but wants me to stay around until after the deal. He'll pay me afterwards." He then saw Katherine looking down again. "What?"

She looked up, and he saw she was crying. "Please be careful," she whispered. "I don't want to loose you."

Darren sat up a bit more, pulling her to him as she nestled into his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. "You won't loose me," he whispered comfortingly in her ear. "And after this deal is done, you and I will go to some nice tropical island, where no one will be able to find or bother us." He felt her nod against his shoulder as she raised her head and stared into his eyes. He raised a hand and wiped away the tears that were trickling down her face. "I love you," he whispered as he gently kissed her.

"I love you too," she murmured as he pulled away. Then she rested her head on his shoulder again as he held her.

They stayed like that for a while.

*****

Bill smirked as he reached foreword and started to pick up his winnings from the table. After he had won a few times in a row, Boyle had thrown everyone else out of the room.

"You didn't burn me down, you know?"

Bill looked at Boyle as he put the money inside his coat. "Of course not," he answered.  "First rule of any house, you have to have LUCKY GUY comes in and wipes the place out insurance."

Boyle slightly smirked. "If there weren't losers this wouldn't have been a game."

Bill nodded. Then, without another word, he exited the room.

Boyle, meanwhile, was completely unaware of what was really going on. Bill was on the job, and she, just happened to be the target. Bill was supposedly the greatest assassin of the 20th century, and while he rarely performed hits anymore, he would every once in a while.

But he wouldn't start anything.

He would wait, let them start the trouble. If they did, they'd be dead. But if they didn't, not only would he not perform the hit, he would take the hit off the market.

And unfortunately for Boyle, she was one of the many unlucky people who decided to start trouble.

"Get my money back," she ordered to Alburt, as they heard the sound of the elevator in the hallway. "But don't kill him…just cut off his fingers."

Alburt grinned.

*****

The door to Boyle's room opened as Alburt and the four other bodyguards stepped out into the hallway. All five were armed with samurai swords. They moved to the elevator.

And stopped when they saw Bill was standing in the hall, his sword unsheathed.

He charged.

What followed was a bloodbath, as Bill sliced through the first four with incredible ease before attacking Alburt. Alburt was the most skilled out of the five, and he held his own for a while.

But he ran out of luck, as Bill suddenly ducked and sliced Alburt's leg off, before rising to his feet and slicing into the bodyguard. He fell dead.

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Boyle crouched down, aiming her gun at the door. She was patient, waiting for Bill, or anyone else, for that matter, to walk into the room.

And then suddenly, the window behind her exploded as a black gloved hand shot through. Before she could react the hand grabbed her hair, and she was yanked through the window.

Boyle looked down, paralyzed with fear, at the ground below. They were up on the 26th floor. There was no way she would survive.

Looking up she saw Bill, standing on the ledge outside her window. "Do you know a Jessica?" He asked, before waiting for her to answer; but she was too hysterical to.

"Well, she knows you," Bill continued, before dropping her.


He waited until she hit the ground. Then, he moved away from the ledge, back into the room.

*****

"Should we call Natalie and Alex?"

Dylan shook her head as she finished tying Black Mamba's legs up. "No. I don't want them to worry about this." As she finished up she turned around and looked at Anthony with a hard expression as she crossed her arms. "Now, what's going on?"

Anthony paused. He looked at her, at Black Mamba, and back again. Finally he let out a long sigh. He had always dreaded the thought of having to reveal this to Dylan, and now he was about to.

"I used to be an assassin."

Dylan arched an eyebrow. "I know, since you tried to kill me and the others a few times."

Anthony shook his head. "Not like that, this is worse," he continued, ignoring the confused look Dylan was giving him. "I used to be a part of a group called the DiVAS, or, The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad. Our boss was a man called Bill. We each had codenames based after poisonous snakes. Mine was Diamondback. Hers…" He pointed to Black Mamba. "Was Black Mamba."

Dylan nodded before asking, "So why is she here?"

Anthony paused again, this was going to be the hardest part, and he knew it.

"Four years ago…see she and Bill were lovers at one point. Then one day, she disappeared. Bill thought she was dead, and was heartbroken. Then, in the third month of his mourning…he was trying to track down the people who he thought killed her. He finds her, alive…and she was getting married to someone else, and she was pregnant." He ignored Dylan's shocked expression before continuing. "He didn't take it well. The wedding never happened. That day, the other assassin members of the group, including myself, butchered everyone there; except for Mamba…Bill shot her in the side of the head, putting her into a coma…a coma that lasted for four years."

He raised his head and saw Dylan wasn't even looking at him anymore. He didn't blame her.

"What about the baby?" She finally asked as she raised her head and looked at him.

"It was cut out of her that day, and Bill took it. He's raised the little girl from that day. She doesn't know," he said as he motioned to Black Mamba's unconscious body…

…only to find she was awake, and starring at Anthony in horror.

"…what?" Her expression remained the same, but Anthony and Dylan could see some hope in her eyes. "…my daughter's alive?"

Anthony didn't answer. Then, he walked over to a drawer. Opening it he pulled out a small book. He removed a small picture from the book before walking over to Mamba and placing it in front of her.

The picture was of a little four year old girl, with blonde hair. She looked like a child version of Mamba.

"Bill named her B.B." Anthony said after a moment.

Black Mamba didn't answer. Then, Anthony did something neither Dylan nor Mamba expected.

He cut Mamba free.

"Get out of here," he said after a moment. "If you come back here, I'll kill you." He paused, and then handed Black Mamba the picture.

Black Mamba wasn't sure what to do, but after a moment she nodded. Grabbing her sword she walked out of the apartment.

She'd deal with Anthony later.

*****

Ozawa entered the training room and watched as Bushido beat the shit out of a punching bag. He nailed on it with punches and kicks, before finally jumping up and nailing the bag with a reverse thrust kick.

"I see something's got you pissed off," Ozawa said as Bushido walked over and grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat off his face.

"It's that assassin of Pierce, Darren. There's something about him…." Bushido trailed off, before rising to his feet. "Look, I'm not going to interfere with the dealing because of that. I'm just saying that if he even looks at me weird ONCE, I'm killing him."

With that he walked out of the room. Ozawa just chuckled.

"He really needs to get laid."