A/N:Ok, so obviously if you take a look at the previous chapters, you'll notice I left them the way my sister had written them including the author's notes , lol.... They're staying that way, you have suggestions for anything after chapter 3 send it my way. Oh yes, and just a tad bit of a warning, this hasn't been spell checked at all.
VMM took his time strolling around town before returning home, where he needed to make a call. His cap, and coat were carefully placed away as he entered and sat down next to the phone, pausing a moment or so, while he drummed his fingers before picking it up and dialing his employer's number. The assassin's lips curled into a slight smile as the other man's minion picked up the phone.
"You need to double my pay, or there's no deal."
"But, but but..." stuttered the man who stood rooted to the ground, flabergasted at the immediate request.
"Just put him on please." VMM sighed exasperatedly.
The stupified man back away from the phone, limping into the shadows to retrieve Mr. WIlson, who hurriedly shoved the man away, and attempted to calm his voice as he picked up the phone.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
Living Death sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Double my pay."
"If you don't mind signore, why?"
VMM's face grew cold; he hated dealing with incompetence. "There is only one thing I ever demanded if I was given information a target." He sneered slightly. "Accuracy, and your file monsieur, is anything but accurate. It would have been much much wiser of you not to have given me that file. Stupidity must be paid for."
Mr. Wilson ran a slightly shaky hand through his slicked back ahir, he really didn't want to mess with a man who could pick him off so easily. "I'm sorrry about that sir, really, I am, but I can't double your pay."
"Than no deal."
Mr. Wilson began to sweat slightly. Giuseppi was not someone he culd handle on his own, even with a couple of thugs, even being the chauvinistic pig he was, he knew better than to mess with certain women if it couldn't be done right. "Alright, It's doubled."
"Why thank-you."
Wilson stared at the phone for a moment before slamming it down and turning on his right hand.
"What possible gap could be soooo large to cause him to request so much more money?" he seethed through clenched teeth. "I'm not made of it."
"I don't know sir." stuttered the small man, who exited before his boss could reak havoc on him.
VMM leaned back, and cracked his neck while twisting it in both directions so that the two snaps resounded through the room quickly. Snuggling into his chair he crossed his legs, and grabbed for the book seated beside the telephone. It wasn't a book really, it was a journal, a journal of someone's horrible journey through life, which is probably where journal originated from. It was intriguing, and eerie. For some reason the book, containing an old musty smell, would bring him back to his own past, something that was so like the man's in emotions it was haunting. Very few books that had been produced through the centuries held a power that could make one feel as though it was their own life, and this unpublished one did, if only because it was at one point a reality.
One misconception often made it seemed when dealing with him was that he was uneducated, it was the exact opposite. Formal schooling was never his style, he had run away when he was a child, finding dealing with people of such small intellects annoying. He'd taught himself. A few others had taught him along the way as well, some to kill, others to feel. Each name and lesson was embedded in his mind. One lesson imparticular always stood out the most, look for a challenge in everything you do, Mr. Phillips, had said that, had said to never take the easy way out, to constantly be challenging himself, otherwise it would come back to bite him in the butt. Often in his work there were challenges, but none so hard that he couldn't figure out how to overcome them. Katrina Giuseppi could prove to be a challenge, it pleased him, that fact, after doing something for so long the challenges just seemed to die off.
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Noin rummaged through the back of her coat closet and pulled out a worn leather jacket that concealed a few guns, and walked out the back door of the garage. It probably wasn't a good idea to be leaving at the moment, but somehow, sitting still did nothing to satisfy her nerves either, thefore she left down the backstreets. Something was just so offsetting about the man that had walked in earlier, it made her stomach uneasy. Unfortunately a soldeier's instinct wasn't often wrong. There was always one place she could go for decent information, the bar. To most people perhaps that wouldn't make sense, but people there talked, and talked a lot if you fed them enough liquor or pain. Someone in town had to know something about him, his name, his history, but who knew, if he was like her, than maybe there was nothing.
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Noin stared at the pay phone a moment longer before picking it up, and dialing Zechs' number. An anonymous call couldn't do any harm. She now knew who her man was thanks to a couple of jack daniels, a weak drink in her mind, but it got her informant drunk quick enough. Her customer's name had been VMM, his initals standing for the latin victus mors mortis, aka living death. He was known for several assasinations throughtout the years, yet never caught due to his chamaleon like abilities that could impress almost anyone, even a certain Heero Yuy. This man however, also had a brief interval as a teacher in Oz, a teacher for the sharpshooters, one of her teachers. If her memory served correctly too, ever other person in her class with him was now dead by his hand. There was a reason however she was about to make this specific call. A couple of years prior VMM had taken a shot at Relena Dorlain, luckily Heero had gotten her out of the way in time, taking the bullet himself, but Zechs, as it was with his personality was left with a sense of revenge. While she shouldn't care about the man's vendettas she did, VMM was in her territory, her neighborhood, and no one knew who or what his target was. That in and of itself annoyed her, but it also gave her this inkling feeling, that given past events, she was his target. This ordeal, the man's presence, could make things confusing if too many people found out, or didn't find out. Rumors would spread like wild fire, and than at their height, he'd strike, the sniper would hit his target, and prove the curious correct and enrage the people on.
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Zechs stared at the beeping phone once more with annoyance, he was on his way out to catch the plane, but he picked it up anyway. "Hello"
Noin stared coldly at the phone box, knowing she could no longer stand that voice, yet didn't trust herself to be kind enough to say hello, so instead she answered monotone. "VMM is in east side district 7 or 8 on L2, he has a target yet unconfirmed, I suggest you move quickly." With that she hung up, and turned walking away in a hasty almost marchlike walk. Hopefully the annoying brat would listen to her terse warning.
Zechs on the toher hand stood shocked looking at the phone which dangled halfway between him and the desk. He recognized the voice, one belonging to a Miss Lucrezia Noin, and yet, it was almost as though it was too haunting to be her. What the voice had said however was more haunting, the voice knew where VMM was. He silently thanked a lord, if there was one, for the call, and hoped it wasn't a prank. It certainly hadn't sounded like it. Grabbing his codex his dialed Lady Une, who listened in haste and relayed the details to the people he'd be meeting with soon enough, Berlin was no longer where they were going, but L2.
VMM took his time strolling around town before returning home, where he needed to make a call. His cap, and coat were carefully placed away as he entered and sat down next to the phone, pausing a moment or so, while he drummed his fingers before picking it up and dialing his employer's number. The assassin's lips curled into a slight smile as the other man's minion picked up the phone.
"You need to double my pay, or there's no deal."
"But, but but..." stuttered the man who stood rooted to the ground, flabergasted at the immediate request.
"Just put him on please." VMM sighed exasperatedly.
The stupified man back away from the phone, limping into the shadows to retrieve Mr. WIlson, who hurriedly shoved the man away, and attempted to calm his voice as he picked up the phone.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
Living Death sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Double my pay."
"If you don't mind signore, why?"
VMM's face grew cold; he hated dealing with incompetence. "There is only one thing I ever demanded if I was given information a target." He sneered slightly. "Accuracy, and your file monsieur, is anything but accurate. It would have been much much wiser of you not to have given me that file. Stupidity must be paid for."
Mr. Wilson ran a slightly shaky hand through his slicked back ahir, he really didn't want to mess with a man who could pick him off so easily. "I'm sorrry about that sir, really, I am, but I can't double your pay."
"Than no deal."
Mr. Wilson began to sweat slightly. Giuseppi was not someone he culd handle on his own, even with a couple of thugs, even being the chauvinistic pig he was, he knew better than to mess with certain women if it couldn't be done right. "Alright, It's doubled."
"Why thank-you."
Wilson stared at the phone for a moment before slamming it down and turning on his right hand.
"What possible gap could be soooo large to cause him to request so much more money?" he seethed through clenched teeth. "I'm not made of it."
"I don't know sir." stuttered the small man, who exited before his boss could reak havoc on him.
VMM leaned back, and cracked his neck while twisting it in both directions so that the two snaps resounded through the room quickly. Snuggling into his chair he crossed his legs, and grabbed for the book seated beside the telephone. It wasn't a book really, it was a journal, a journal of someone's horrible journey through life, which is probably where journal originated from. It was intriguing, and eerie. For some reason the book, containing an old musty smell, would bring him back to his own past, something that was so like the man's in emotions it was haunting. Very few books that had been produced through the centuries held a power that could make one feel as though it was their own life, and this unpublished one did, if only because it was at one point a reality.
One misconception often made it seemed when dealing with him was that he was uneducated, it was the exact opposite. Formal schooling was never his style, he had run away when he was a child, finding dealing with people of such small intellects annoying. He'd taught himself. A few others had taught him along the way as well, some to kill, others to feel. Each name and lesson was embedded in his mind. One lesson imparticular always stood out the most, look for a challenge in everything you do, Mr. Phillips, had said that, had said to never take the easy way out, to constantly be challenging himself, otherwise it would come back to bite him in the butt. Often in his work there were challenges, but none so hard that he couldn't figure out how to overcome them. Katrina Giuseppi could prove to be a challenge, it pleased him, that fact, after doing something for so long the challenges just seemed to die off.
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Noin rummaged through the back of her coat closet and pulled out a worn leather jacket that concealed a few guns, and walked out the back door of the garage. It probably wasn't a good idea to be leaving at the moment, but somehow, sitting still did nothing to satisfy her nerves either, thefore she left down the backstreets. Something was just so offsetting about the man that had walked in earlier, it made her stomach uneasy. Unfortunately a soldeier's instinct wasn't often wrong. There was always one place she could go for decent information, the bar. To most people perhaps that wouldn't make sense, but people there talked, and talked a lot if you fed them enough liquor or pain. Someone in town had to know something about him, his name, his history, but who knew, if he was like her, than maybe there was nothing.
#######################################################################
Noin stared at the pay phone a moment longer before picking it up, and dialing Zechs' number. An anonymous call couldn't do any harm. She now knew who her man was thanks to a couple of jack daniels, a weak drink in her mind, but it got her informant drunk quick enough. Her customer's name had been VMM, his initals standing for the latin victus mors mortis, aka living death. He was known for several assasinations throughtout the years, yet never caught due to his chamaleon like abilities that could impress almost anyone, even a certain Heero Yuy. This man however, also had a brief interval as a teacher in Oz, a teacher for the sharpshooters, one of her teachers. If her memory served correctly too, ever other person in her class with him was now dead by his hand. There was a reason however she was about to make this specific call. A couple of years prior VMM had taken a shot at Relena Dorlain, luckily Heero had gotten her out of the way in time, taking the bullet himself, but Zechs, as it was with his personality was left with a sense of revenge. While she shouldn't care about the man's vendettas she did, VMM was in her territory, her neighborhood, and no one knew who or what his target was. That in and of itself annoyed her, but it also gave her this inkling feeling, that given past events, she was his target. This ordeal, the man's presence, could make things confusing if too many people found out, or didn't find out. Rumors would spread like wild fire, and than at their height, he'd strike, the sniper would hit his target, and prove the curious correct and enrage the people on.
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Zechs stared at the beeping phone once more with annoyance, he was on his way out to catch the plane, but he picked it up anyway. "Hello"
Noin stared coldly at the phone box, knowing she could no longer stand that voice, yet didn't trust herself to be kind enough to say hello, so instead she answered monotone. "VMM is in east side district 7 or 8 on L2, he has a target yet unconfirmed, I suggest you move quickly." With that she hung up, and turned walking away in a hasty almost marchlike walk. Hopefully the annoying brat would listen to her terse warning.
Zechs on the toher hand stood shocked looking at the phone which dangled halfway between him and the desk. He recognized the voice, one belonging to a Miss Lucrezia Noin, and yet, it was almost as though it was too haunting to be her. What the voice had said however was more haunting, the voice knew where VMM was. He silently thanked a lord, if there was one, for the call, and hoped it wasn't a prank. It certainly hadn't sounded like it. Grabbing his codex his dialed Lady Une, who listened in haste and relayed the details to the people he'd be meeting with soon enough, Berlin was no longer where they were going, but L2.