Calling in Reinforcements
(AN: I have had MANY complaints about my original rewrite of the 2099 Vendetta character, so here I go again. I really like the idea of fitting her into the modern day stories, she does suit the situations very well. I will cut the back story from before and place her as a polar for Castle. Do ya ken what I mean?)
"Call in Vendetta," Finn screamed at Michael across the table. "Th' fuckin' cunt's as tough as that bloke, tougher, I'd wager..." A little nostalgia ran through his voice as he thought about the woman who was the I.R.A's toughest bitch.
Bitch and Sire Catholic Irish, the legends about her went. She was as tough as them come, as dark hearted, sadistic and murderous as any of the male assassins ever hired by the Irish, and twice as effective. She had the Irish look, the red hair and the small frame, but to lose her in the Anne of Green Gables Irish immigrant woman mentality was ill advised. Very few Irish Catholic women were Matriarchs by nature, but Vendetta, Jade Gallows, was. She was a mother of the cause. Single, no children, but a man's woman in every way; she'd take any man she wanted, even if he didn't want her.
Darkness had already settled on the other side of the pond and Jade was sitting, pushing back shot after shot from a bottle of Scottish Whiskey. Her ruby painted lips left a small stain on the edge of the shot glass. The only woman in the bar, a bar known to be one of the last hold outs for those who disagreed with the peace process.
The television was playing the match from earlier that evening. The Irish national rugby team was playing England, and getting it handed to them by the Limey wankers. Jade sighed and put the glass down on the Guinness coaster set underneath. Her cell phone went off and she flicked it open.
"Yea'?" her voice was gruff as she answered the phone. She had been celebrating a job well done and was not in the mood to be disturbed by some cunt who thought he was big stuff enough to hire her. It surprised her when she heard the voice on the other end of the line.
"Jade, Ah've got a job fer ya, sweet 'eart," the voice of Finn Cooley, an old "friend", charmed across the Atlantic.
"You know the cost," she was inwardly a little excited that he had not indeed been killed as many had suspected, and hopped no doubt.
"Aye, an' all yer expenses'll be taken care o' too. Jus' make yer way ova' ta' New York, an' Ah'll make it worth ev'ry pound."
"Ah'm sure ya will," she pressed the end button with a slender finger and returned the phone to her breast pocket. "Ya faceless wanka."
She stood up, forgetting to pay her tab but refusing to be bothered by the bartender and his vain attempts to get her attention. He wouldn't hassle her too much, after all, she was the Vendetta. An assassin who could be hired for one hell of a quick, brutish and painfully settled score. To many men she was a Goddess who scared the piss out of their wife beating asses.
She didn't take to kindly to her fellow Irish mothers being beaten by the men who claimed to be freeing them from the oppression of the British and every now and then a random wife beater would turn up dead in the streets of Dublin, his penis cut off and his balls ruptured.
She walked down the street and headed to her apartment where she would pack her meagre possessions and prepare the bribes that she would need to get her guns onto a plane headed for New York and herself on a plane headed for New Jersey. She could get Finn to have her bags picked up, then if the police, or the Punisher bloke she had been hearing about.
She saw him once too, when he came to Ireland (MK Punisher) when he came to Ireland. He killed her husband that day and the she still hasn't been able to thank him.
Her red lips surrounded the white end of a cigarette as she rounded a corner, lighting it and inhaling the noxious poison deep into her lung. The smell of smoke burned in her nostrils and she smiled. She was going to New York, something her parents and grandparents had wanted to do, of course, their reasons for immigrating would have been for a better future for their children, Jade had other ideas.