[wootness. u.u chapter 2! Keep in mind that I don't like this chapter. Its… I dunno. Bad.  .;; I guess.]

Cora smirked. "How fast are you in pulling that trigger?"

Mysti frowned. "Faster than you, I assure."

Cora frowned. "…"

Mysti smirked.

"Are you two done staring at each other?" An impatient voice sounded.

Amara crossed her arms and watched the two direct their gaze toward her. She eyed Cora then turned to Mysti.

"Ms. Mysti, could you please take your fiancé and leave. I don't have any more patience with you two." She eyed the security guard who now decided to enter. "Resist and I'lll have you escorted out."

Mysti dropped her aim slowly. She was a nice girl, one who obeyed the rules but was never too cautious as to bending them. When her aim dropped and her weaponry was holstered, Cora dropped her aim, but not fully. She waited until the perky Resident Evil wanderer returned to her fiancé. Oh how Cora scowled at the two as they held hands. Cora sighed in disgust as they exited.

"You should really learn how to talk things through." Amara commented. Cora backed herself into a wall and leaned against it, still with her eyes closed. She shrugged, dismissing her comment with a wave of her right hand.

"I talk when I want. Shooting a person dead makes a lot of sense when wanting to shut them up."

Amara frowned. "That's not a good way to end things."

"Neither was my life."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

"tell me. what'd you mean by that??"

"Nothing."

"But—"

"Nothing, goddamn it!" Cora shot her a look that could shatter a bulletproof glass. "Don't ask me again, got it?"

Amara lowered her eyes to the floor, saddened at the sudden anger that lunged at her. "fine."

Cora sighed, shutting her eyes and Amara watched. Obviously something was bothering her comrade. Even though Cora was ruthless, she'd never really raise her voice unless something was troubling her. This was something deep and Amara vowed that by the end of this story, she'd figure it out. Her eyes averted toward the double doors as they began to open. Jill Valentine came running in, breathless and bloody from the neck down. Cora's eyes slowly opened toward the woman and she acknowledged the fatigue in the woman's stance. Jill leaned against Amara's desk.

"he..He's after me." she breathed.

"Who?"

"Chris! Uh…KC-sama! The friggin' meanie!" she looked around nervously. Cora raised a questionable brow at the frantic woman as Amara opened a drawer and retrieved a notepad and pen. "You gotta help me, Kap!"

Amara nodded. "I will." She paused, turning to a blank page. "What's he done this time?"

Jill shook her head. "Everything! He…he has grenade launchers, magnums, Ak-109s! He's even forming his own damn army just to get me! He wants me dead!"

Cora pushed herself from the wall and slowly advanced toward the two. Startled, now acknowledging the other in the room, Jill backed away, unholstering the desert eagle, then bringing her aim against the approaching woman.

"Jill, its okay. She's one of us."

"I'm not one of you." Cora corrected. "I'm Saito. A mercenary. Efficient killer with a daunting flare."

Amara glowered at Cora's boast, and redirected her gaze to Jill. "she's one of us."

Cora frowned.

"Who's this KC-sama?" Cora asked, slipping a gloved hand into her trench's pocket.

"Umbrella Agent, I guess." Jill paused, lowering her aim to recollect her thoughts. "He's been trying to kill me for a long time. I was on a date and he tried to friggin' kill me!"

Cora blinked. "Interesting. I'd be glad to take him off your hands."

Amara looked up to Cora. "You'd what?"

"You heard me." Cora looked back to Jill. "He'll be dead by tomorrow morning."

Jill blinked, wondering what kind of woman she was. She was different from the other women she knew. None of them had the guts to go after such a man. Not even the feisty, but always changing, Mysti would go against him. And that was her sister! Mysti and her even teamed up against the mad man and still couldn't beat him! How was Cora any different?

"Are you sure? I mean he's--"

"I'm not repeating myself. I'm sure you heard what I said also." She slipped her other gloved hand in her pocket. "If not, you both need to clean your ears."

Amara looked shocked. What the hell was Cora thinking? She turned back to Jill who, by this time, found a seat beside her desk. "Are you accepting these conditions?"

Jill nodded. "I have no choice but to!" she explained. "I've tried everything to get him off my back, but he keeps coming back!"

Amara nodded. "Fine." She said, crossing a few things off her notepad. "Cora, you've got the job."

"whatever. I'm just going to make her life much easier. One less man makes the world a little better." She scowled.

With that, Cora disappeared through the doorway of the office. She must be going to prepare for her kill, Amara thought. Jill then followed and Amara was left alone in the spacey confinements of her office. She sighed. So much activity with so much stress to come with it. All she wanted to do now was escape those four walls and dive into a warm bubble bath. But there was still eight more hours to endure before she could leave the compound and be free for the following twelve hours. She sighed, dropping her chin into the palm of her hand.

BEEP! "Ms. Kaplan?"

Amara jumped, and fumbled to remove the cluster from her desk, she slammed an index on the call box.

"Yes?"

"Someone's here to see you."

"Who?"

"Doesn't want to say. Should I send him in?"

"Sure."

"He looks suspicious." The receptionist whispered. "Be prepared."

The last message her receptionist gave played repeatedly in her head. Never had anyone showed up at her office as "suspicious" and this partially scared her. Why would someone remain anonymous? Just to be prepared, she patted under her desk for the berretta and removed it, cocking the gun in readiness. She laid it on the desk in front of her and leaned back in her chair, watching the doorway.

A knock sounded.

"Come in."

The doors pushed open slowly, creating quite a bit of suspense. Amara grew anxious, her eyes intently watching the doorway. When the doors opened to its full extent, her jaw dropped. Marc Spade walked in wearing the usual trench coat over a black T and baggy jeans. The custom .50 Desert Eagle tucked just under his left shoulder in his holster. He leaned over her desk once he crossed the room. She blinked, watching as he neared her and stared her in the eyes.

"where is she?"

"who?"

"Don't play games, Kaplan. You know who."

She blinked. "Not really. Too many people walk through here. It'd be hard to remember them all, Spade."

"Mysti. Mysti Valentine, Kaplan. Where is she?"

She stared into his eyes, and saw the fury stirring behind them. At the same time, she felt drawn to him. He was "kawaii" after all. She shut her eyes and shook her thoughts away.

"She left."

He eased back and she sighed, reaching for the handgun. He took it from her grasp and holstered it behind him.

"I'll hold this. Where'd she go?"

"why?"

"She damaged my car then threatened that she'd kill me." he scowled, biting his lower lip. "She threatened Rachel too."

Amara had a subtle disliking for Rachel Redfield. She, herself, would threaten the redhead if Marc weren't with her. Rachel was the 'i'm sexy, heavily armed, and you're not' type. Amara was more than that. Superior, compared to Rachel. Still, there was something about Rachel that was a little off. She simply tilted her head.

"So?"

" 'So'…? Kaplan, listen, that woman's been tracking me down since me and Jill broke up. I want to talk to her."

"No you don't."

He swore softly at her remark.

"You want to punch her. I can tell. Or maybe you'd like to take her to an abandoned building, tie her up, put a grenade in her hand, and hit her with your gun every time she decided to go against what you call 'right'."

He shook his head, recalling what he'd done to Jill. "I've changed, my mercenary days are over."

"…right. And I guess the time you shot Jill was just an 'accident' on your part, right?"

He remained silent.

"I figured as much." Amara collected her files and placed them in a neat stack in the corner of her desk. "Leave her alone. If you need to 'talk', talk to me."

"But you—"

"Sit or get out of my face, Spade."

His eyes narrowed on her as he hesitantly thought of what he should do. It was either stay and face the embarrassment of how much of a loser he was, or leave and never find out where Mysti went unless he got in touch with Jill. He turned away and headed for the door. He'd have a much better chance with Jill than Amara.

"I'll leave. Maybe next time, we'll 'talk'."

She nodded, watching him disappear through the doorway. She looked around the room. Alone again, she acknowledged, tapping her hands against the wooden desk. This was going to be a boring night, she concluded. She sighed, dropping her head against her hands.

"HEY!!!!!!!"

Amara jumped, turning around in her swivel chair to face the window. Jedite-sama smiled from behind the glass and made funny faces. She smiled cheerfully as he phased through the glass.

"Jedie! Konban wa!"

He bowed. "Hello."

"What're you doing here?"

"um…" He looked around, hoping to find an explanation. "Just…um…coming to see you!" He nodded.

"really?"

"yep! And you won't believe who I kidnapped and brought here."

"Kidnapped?" she arched a brow. "Who?"

"here's a clue: Root beer King"

She paused, looking off to the side a moment to think. "root beer king…"

He waited with a childish grin and she gasped.

"Cyrus?!"

He nodded "yep! Ol' Cy-Cy, the rootbeer king."

She smiled. "Where is he??"

He tapped his foot on the ground and upon the ceiling, a black portal opened. Amara blinked, watching the portal swirl counter-clockwise. A man fell through and hit the floor with a thud. Bound with restraints and barely able to move, Cyrus screamed beneath the scotch tape. Amara giggled.

"Cy-Cy!"

Frightened, Cyrus began to squirm as Amara kneeled beside him. She snatched the tape from his mouth and he screamed. Jedite laughed loudly.

Cyrus looked around. "Where the hell am I?"

 "My office."

Cyrus blinked looking at the kunoichi at his side. "Do I know you?"

She frowned. Jedite kicked him and Cyrus grunted, glaring up at him.

"Jedite! Just wait until I—"

Amara smothered him with the scotch tape and watched as he protested. She then turned to Jedite and frowned sadly.

"he doesn't remember me, Jedie!"

"he's just joking." He sighed, shaking his head sadly. "it's because…because he doesn't drink Root beer anymore. He lost his throne and title of root beer king!"

She blinked, then crossed her arms.

"But Jedie… Cy-Cy was root beer king at SSIC. The root beer thingy happened almost 4 years ago."

Jedite blinked. "oh yeah! Right. Heh, I'm still living in the past."

Amara rolled her eyes then turned to the door. Hotaru and Kazuya strolled in side by side. Amara grinned.

"omg! Hota! Kazzy!"

Hotaru smiled and Kazuya crossed his arms. Amara and Hotaru engaged in a hug while Kazuya and Jedite shook hands. Kazuya arched a brow at the bound Cyrus. Jedite went on to explain about how he kidnapped Cyrus to show Amara and they seemed to enjoy picking on the ex-root beer king as he was defenseless in protesting. Amara and Hotaru took a seat on the couch in the corner and started a conversation when two ninja's walked in.

"omg! Silent Ninja! Masked Ninja!" Amara recognized them instantly. Silent Ninja was the mute ninja who defended Masked Ninja, and sometimes would kidnap the innocent for ransom. While Masked Ninja was the one who carried out the missions, killed, and threatened. Surprisingly, both were female. Like the ninjas they were, they nodded in silence and found their place in a corner of the room. Obviously this was turning into a SSIC [SailorMoon and SailorStar's Interactive Chat] convention.

"Almost everyone's here…" she mumbled, looking to her watch. Just a few more hours and Amara would be off duty. She turned to the doorway and a gust of cold air washed over the room. All eyes directed toward the arrival and the room fell silent. The very attractive martial artist named TerrinZ wandered in, followed by Slayer, Ataru, Bulmie, Galaxia Angel, and Vegeta..

Slayer distanced her self from the others while Bulmie clung to Ataru's arm. Galaxia Angel hugged Hotaru when they met. Amidst the conversations, Chibi Chibi wandered in, looking for Vegeta. Since Vegeta was her father, she vowed to look for her mother, but only knew little of what she looked like. She was cast into the future, which is actually the present, by Eternal Saturn [or so it goes] and has to find her way back. Only her mother can send her back though.

Palla Palla rushed in suddenly, screaming for her sister, Jun Jun, to stop shooting pies at her. Jun Jun cackled as she chased Palla Palla with her Super-Mega-Ultra Pie Shooter 5000. The Gundam Boys: Duo, Heero, Quatre, Wufei, and Trowa all walked in with holstered handguns and backpacks and immediately the loud chatter stopped. Heero looked around.

"Where is this 'Kaplan' person?"

Duo grinned, seeing a comfortable chair in the corner, he walked off toward it and the other boys went their separate ways. Amara excused herself from the conversation she held with Hotaru and Galaxia and advanced toward Heero Yuy.

"Yes?"

He glanced down at her apparel then hmphed, dropping the backpack to his feet. She watched as he shuffled around in his pocket and retrieved a diskette. The room's conversation started to slowly pick up.

"Yours."

She blinked, looking at the floppy as it was placed in her hand.

"For?"

"Dunno. I was only asked to give it to you."

"Oh. By who--"

"Amara!"

Amara turned to face the doorway, knowing only one person who called her by that name. Chris aka KC-sama stood in the doorway, grumbling as he worked to remove the restraints. Cora shoved him forward and advanced into the center of the room. He whirled around to face the woman and she kicked the back of his leg, bringing him to kneel. He glared over his shoulder at her and she unholstered her berretta, bringing it to the back of his head. She directed her eyes toward Amara.

"This the guy?"

"Chris?" Amara looked down on him and he winced, looking to the kunoichi. She noticed that he was shirtless, and his hair was wet. Under the trench, he had on a pair of trousers and no shoes. "You let her catch you?"

"I was in the shower. " he muttered, looking over his shoulder. "She surprised me."

Cora smirked at his words. "That's right."

Amara frowned "Cora…Why'd--"

"Don't you start complaining, Amara. You gotta get 'em when they're not looking."

"…fine. Take him away then. I have no words for him."

"I'm not finished with him." Cora admitted, cocking back the hammer of her handgun. "I said I'd make the world a little better, remember?"

"Cora. You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

Amara gazed down on Chris. She knew his kind. The kind of man that wants nothing more than to hurt defenseless women and maybe rid the world of a few, if he wanted. He was the kind that'd make her sick. But still, he was a man.  He had rights like anyone else, even if he was the backbone of scum everywhere. She looked up at Cora's words.

"Say good night, Chris."

"Wait!" …And the trigger was pulled.

Amara jumped in her seat, her heart pounding against her chest, as she was fully awake now. She looked around and saw Cora staring at her. She rubbed her eyes and Cora shifted her eyes to her watch.

"Back from the dead?"

"w-what? What time is it?" she asked, looking to the window behind her. It was dark. Rain was pouring heavily and thunder and lightning echoed every few seconds. She yawned, turning back to Cora.

"Midnight."

"omg." She sighed, "How long have I been out?"

"I came in 30 minutes ago. Maybe you were asleep longer." She shrugged. "your receptionist left for the evening."

She watched as Amara cleared the files on her desk then attended to the blinds before picking up her purse. Amara crossed toward the closet door.

"I found that Chris guy." Cora said, tugging on her gloves for a more comfortable fit. Amara turned to face her.

"Oh yeah? Then what happened?" Amara asked as she reached for the handle and pulled it open.

"He's dead."

Amara screamed as she stepped back from the closet. As stated, Chris was, in fact, dead, as he fell face-first onto the floor before her. Amara heaved, turning away. Cora smirked internally, raising a brow at her comrade.

"Told ya' so." She murmured, shutting her eyes.

Chris lie against the floor with his eyes open. His hands were bound by a telephone cord, while his mouth was sealed with scotch tape.  The bullet hole on the side of his head was no bigger than that of a .45's. Amara glanced over the body. She found three more bullet wounds on his body. Two to the chest, and one to his left leg. It seems Cora may have been toying with him. Four shots were a signature of hers. The first shot would be to her prey's leg, if he was willing to flee. The other would be to his head after she brought him to a kneel. And if she felt uncertain about the death, two to the chest would assure her success in committing murder. Cora chuckled.

"One less bad guy…." She paused to cross a name off her 'Shit List'. "That leaves five more and that snake guy."