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"We are the nobodies.
We wanna be somebodies.
When we're dead they'll know just who we are…"
Marilyn Manson, The Nobodies from Holywood
Chapter 18: Ryan Trent's Seven Wives, Preparing for War, and Separate Agenda
Ridder had first dibs on Darcy. The second she was implanted he had her assigned to his division, by means of competing with Ryan Trent and his seven female assassins. Each of them was exceptionally beautiful and trained, much like Darcy. Unlike her they got tired and needed sleep. They could move faster than the average human and were definitely much stronger, but lacked Darcy's inhuman abilities such as strengthened intelligence and healing abilities. Unlike her, they were much more human than she, something each of them loathed.
The first was Morgan of course, seeing as how she was the United States operative and the one Trent could depend on the most. She was the only one without another agenda as well, others having jobs with other employers of their own countries. Another reason he liked her was she was trained by Darcy's company, and had the same battle tactics as her 'sister' did. Her morals always told her to kill first and never ask questions, a philosophy he enjoyed. She got the job done without delay.
Of course the major problem with her was she never stopped to think about her actions. Morgan was not methodical in any way. She was quick and imaginative to manipulate the situation in her favour, but she made no plans before hand.
Which brought his second 'wife' Olga Tatiana Alexander (or what most called the 'Russian Black Widow') into the picture. To her name she had murdered off six of her husbands before the age of 25, and never once had the police laid a finger on her. She was a sadistic woman who always carried four weapons: two throwing knives and two guns, one on her thigh and one in a holster at her waist. Ridder liked her because she was tough. Blood and pleading did not make her change her mind, especially for male victims who would not only sleep with her before the night was out, but also end up dead in the morning and Olga taking off with their wallet for her bank account.
Her weakness was female victims. Few as they were, she did not relate well to her own gender. To compensate, Ryan had his third wife.
The lovely and beautiful Sophie Desjardins had been a 15 year old French prostitute when she had her first brush with death. Her pimp had been abusing her, drunken as he was and she was sick of being pushed around. She took off her stiletto boot and gouged at his face until the twitching of his nerves stopped and she had cracked his skull. After that she was in the French government working for Ambassadors before Ryan Trent made her an offer she couldn't refuse.
Her strengths? Sophie was a bisexual. She could seduce and sleep with either sex, no matter if they were straight or not. Her weaknesses? She was obsessed with money, and she often did a sloppy job with her victims. This was also related to the fact that Sophie liked discrete methods of killing, ones that didn't always work.
His fourth cancelled out every time that Sophie had every screwed up. Megumi Lee, a Japanese-Canadian and an army brat, was her foil, the one who made up for every time she had failed because she didn't add enough poison to the champagne. At five she witnessed her mother's brutal murder by the hands of her father in their home in Tokyo. When she recovered from the shock she started training to kill her father with a sword master Fujiko Takamo and his daughter Riyu. When she was 14 she started working in the Japanese Underworld as a teenaged assassin, rising through the ranks of her father's empire. When she was 16, she murdered her own father in front of his council and took claim over the Japanese Underworld, not only too young, but a female.
Megumi was a weapon's expert. She could wield anything from a sword to a gun of any shape and size. Her downfall was hand-to-hand combat of course, which resulted in her foil, the young Riyu Takamo.
The daughter of a sword master, she became much like Megumi's younger sister when the two started training together. Although much younger than Megumi, she is an expert at hand-to-hand combat, thanks to her father. She is the youngest of Ryan's wives, but what she lacks in age, Megumi made up for in her insanity. At the age of ten she murdered four girls in her class by shoving pencils into their throats simply because they were eyeing her the wrong way. Instead of losing her life to prison, Megumi broke her out with her new control over the Japanese Underworld and made her a personal bodyguard and apprentice. By this point, Ryan was already busy tracking them down.
Her only fault is her insanity. She loves the taste, smell and feeling of blood. Her victims' bodies are desecrated to a point beyond recognition and most often she keeps some of the blood in a Tupperware container in the fridge to drink when she feels powerless. She believed she could assume her enemy's power by drinking the blood of another.
Number 6 was much less insane than Riyu. Katherine Bell was born in Britain but was stationed in Rome at the time, taking down another Government Representative. She was raised prim and proper in a strong Catholic family, but at the age of 17 she doubted the existence of Christ completely and longer for a life free of the boundaries set by her parents. After graduation she studied medicine and became fascinated with death and the ways it could be enforced on someone. She studied methods of catching criminals and finally, at age 25, killed someone for the first time. The police never caught her once.
Obviously her strength was stealth. She knew everything the police looked for on a crime scene and what mistakes to avoid. Her weakness was the painstaking effort she put into her killings, making sure they were done 'perfectly imperfect' and that each was different from the last so they would not be tied together.
His last bride was an army bitch named Francis Collins. She was the oldest and the most experienced, ranking in as 34 and looking damn good for her age. She was the epiphany of what Ryan looked for in an assassin. She had Morgan's quick nature, Olga's power, Sophie's subtle killing, Megumi's weapons skills, Riyu's hand-to-hand combat, and Katherine's intelligence and attention to detail. She was nearing the age of retirement but had a few good years left before she was required to leave the business. She was doing as many jobs as she could to prepare for unemployment.
At the time that Morgan went quiet Ryan was ready to reel her in. The two closest at his fingertips were Megumi and Riyu who had come to the United States for the weekend to talk about a possible raise in pay. The deal had been a success, seeing as how they were more important to him than life itself.
Ryan Trent dismissed himself from the bedroom and went to his office, grabbing the phone receiver. Riyu answered quickly in Japanese, holding the phone against her shoulder as she put another coat of red nail polish on.
"Riyu. You and Megumi are going to find Morgan." He said. "I promise full payment and double it if she's alive." Riyu got a frown on her face. "You can kill anyone who stands in your way."
The sixteen year old gave a deranged grin and laughed girlishly, hanging up the phone before looking at her mistress.
"Time to go." She said. "We can kill anyone in sight."
"Good." Megumi answered, still in Japanese. "Get me my katana."
Darcy looked proficient around weapons. She moved through the cupboards of the upstairs rooms, picking through a variety of different firearms. She grabbed two handguns and several clips, accessorizing herself like a preteen in costume jewelry. Throwing knives were slotted in her boots, strapped to her calf. The guns were carried in holsters at her sides, always within reaching distance. A folding knife was slotted in her boot buckles and a smaller gun was strapped to her inner thigh, going unnoticed in the loose fitting pants she slid into.
Doggett watched her cautiously from the doorway. She tossed him a gun after sliding the clip back in.
"Ridder will most likely call you with a tedious set of demands." She began. "But I don't want to wait that long. Ridder has a home he does most of his dealings from across town which is where you'll start."
He nodded mutely, listening as she continued her voice quick on the words as if she didn't like speaking at all.
"How do we get inside?" He asked.
"I'll take care of that." She said, pulling her hair up and out of her face, tying it with elastic to keep it from falling back down. The knots were still covered in blood, both black and crimson on her red scalp. "You just worry about getting your daughter. I'll take care of the rest."
She slammed the door on the gun cabinet shut, locking it once again. She looked more like a warrior than a young woman, her hair out of her face and hair covered in blood. The guns were an added touch, along with the folding knife in her boot that just made the feelings of murder grow larger exponentially. She looked like a contract killer.
Darcy walked by him, going back down the stairs, her boots making loud clomps with every step she took. She saw the phone in the living room and debated calling Jason before opting against it. She couldn't compromise her current situation by someone finding out about her and Jason.
She didn't believe in love. It was a human emotion. How could she partake in a human feeling? Instead, she was in lust with Jason. It was nice to feel his hands and lips on her, taking away all the feelings of pain and resentment against the world she bottled up and hid from the people who worked around her. He was pure heaven to her. Every taste of him was wonderful.
But her footsteps lead her into the living room again anyways, and her hands poked through the tool case that served as a medical kit. She dug through the glass capsules of pain killers and sedatives. She grabbed the morphine from the top and opened a syringe packet, checking over her shoulder.
His cell phone rang promptly after Darcy left the room, heading downstairs. He couldn't hear her, but he could see the top of the stairs from his place in the hallway. He had just enough time to press the phone to his ear after pressing SEND when David Ridder started talking.
"There's no time for you to start making any demands, so here's the deal. I have your daughter. I am willing to kill your daughter if you fuck up in any way shape or form." He said with his cruel and malicious voice. "You have something of mine, and it's something that I am willing to murder a seven year old over. So listen very carefully John Doggett because I am only going to say this once: You fuck with me and I pulled a trigger into your daughter's head."
"Where do you want me to meet you?" He asked, but Ridder didn't get the chance to answer him. Darcy dug the needle into his bicep and injected the morphine, stepping back and pulling out her gun on the falling agent.
She grabbed his cell phone off the ground.
"It's me." She said proudly. "I'll meet you back at Division. Bring the kid to me. I have John Doggett with me."
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