The Black Panther groaned and fell to the ground, slipping into a painful slumber. Tommy picked up the unconscious assassin and carried its limp body to a car, obviously owned by one of the doctors. He smashed the driver side window and unlocked the car before tossing the lifeless body onto the back seat. He glanced at the Panther's leg to see how bad the wound was. Thankfully the bullet had only grazed the blood-coated skin. He then set to work, quickly rewiring the car until the engine let out a lively growl.
Tommy drove the car carefully out the car park as he made an important call.
"Hey Rosenberg, feel up to unmasking a legend" he said as the car gained speed on the empty roads. He even managed to glance over his shoulder, he knew of more than few people who would pay dearly for such information. He even managed a satisfied smile as he caught sight of the office block in the distance.
When he arrived Kent Paul and Rosenberg where eagerly waiting for his arrival outside. Thankfully Rosenberg had even changed into his usual suit.
Tommy got out the car, his riffle resting on the passenger seat. Despite the cold weather they all seemed pretty excited, even Rosenberg had temporarily forgotten about the pain in his shoulder. Tommy opened the back door and lifted the still stunned body off the seat. The trio rushed up the stairs to Ken Rosenberg's cluttered office. Tommy sat the unconscious Panther down on the floor. He looked around the room and quickly grabbed an unused extension cord, with which he bind their mysterious guest to a heavy oak chair that rested in the corner of the office.
"This is great, absolutely fantastic, we unmask the Black Panther and sell information of its true identity to all the gangs in vice" Rosenberg chimed. He reached over to the body and prepared to pull its mask off when Tommy's firm hand wrapped around his wrist, "Not yet. We wait until he's conscious," he said coldly. Kent Paul sat at the desk, he poured himself a large scotch and gazed at their guest. "Ya know, for an assassin, he seems kinda skinny," he said, slurring slightly.
At this point the Black Panther managed to raise its head and look around the room, it groaned its face hurt from the countless times that it had been hit by the riffle. It took what seemed like an eternity for the Panther to adapt to the bright lights and recognize its situation.
"Wake up" A voice ordered as the Black Panther forced its eyes open again. It cursed bitterly as it found itself looking into the dark emotionless eyes of Tommy Vercetti.
"About time" Rosenberg grumbled as he stood up. The mysterious green eyes glared at him though the balaclava angrily. Kent Paul took another swig of gin, for the first time in his life he kept quiet. The Panther squirmed, trying to loosen the cords that had started to cut into its wrists.
"Now lets see who's behind the mask," he said as he grabbed the balaclava. The Black Panther pulled back nervously, no one had ever seen its real identity and lived. It was no fool; the Panther knew that if people knew who it was then it would be hunted everywhere.
Tommy smirked coldly as he noticed it back away; he yanked the black balaclava pulling it off the figure's face. A badly bruised face glared back at them, its long black locks tied and plaited back. Its lips deadly pale, "So now you know" she said solemnly. Kent Paul whistled, as he staggered from the chair and walked over to the Black Panther to get a better look. He leant closer, the Panther scowled, "Think about it and I'll cut your bollocks off" she said in a threatening manner. Paul backed away slightly, Ken Rosenberg shook his head, "The Black Panther is a woman, no one is going to believe this" he said both excited and slightly disappointed.
"Shut up!" Tommy ordered at his two surprised accomplices without taking his eyes off their guest. He looked at her carefully, "So your the Black Panther. What's your real name?" he asked coldly. The Panther didn't reply. Tommy grabbed her neck and squeezed it, the Panther spluttered slightly, "Kathy, Kathy Saunders" she whispered struggling to breath. Tommy let go of her neck and stepped back, satisfied with her reply. He picked up a small knife and twisted and turned it in his hands, "Sow who hired you?" he said coolly. Kathy remained silent; she refused to be intimidated by some guy with a knife. "That's confidential information" she replied dryly, her green eyes glaring at Rosenberg who had returned to his desk. Tommy sighed angrily, he moved the point of the knife against her throat, "Don't fuck with me, who sent you?" he said steadily getting angrier. The tip of the knife pierced her skin, she gulped, "fine, fine" she said sounding tired of being tied to a chair. "Some guy from the Forelli family offered me a million unmarked bills to take you and Rosenberg out," she said as she glanced around the dingy office, her eyes scanning over a number of books and folders. She cold feel the warm blood dripping down her leg and ankle.
Rosenberg choked and spluttered at the mention of the Forelli family name. Tommy Vercetti removed the dagger; he looked at the specks of blood on the shimmering metal. He placed the dagger on the desk and nodded to himself. Kathy hung her head low, she had broken her private code as an assassin. Kent Paul started to talk loudly.