Memories, part one: Gateway to Heaven
A/N: (singing along, and dancing) get into the groove, boy you've got to move, come on dance with meeee... Ye-e-eah, get into the groove, boy, you got to prove your love to meeee... lalala-la-laa... Oh hello there, that's right. I'm back, and ready to kick some ass... Yupyup, I still don't own Tekken, although i wish I did, so... R&R folks.
Nina had just landed in LA, this was the location of her agency, which looked like a ordinary cosmeticsfirm, but like most things in life, things aren't what they seem to be. The agency went by the name "Gateway to Heaven", a name Nina had always found rather... Sick. Why cover up what they were, an assasin-for-hire agency, might as well call it "Bitter Farewell", "Shadow End" or even make a commercial about it: "Call now, 555-CHEAP-KILL-NOW..." a thought that made Nina giggle.
' First I'd better get back to the agency, to tell them that the task is completed... This should pay big bucks. '
Although the money didn't really matter that much for Nina, who usually donated half of her payments to some place, researching in a cure for amnesia. But that was a way to get better soon, and Nina knew that in the end, the huge amount of money she lost to that place, would pay of in the end, not just to her, bur to a whole lot others suffering from the same problem as her.
Gateway to Heaven, 20.09
Nina stood at a desk, behind it, there was a girl Nina had seen exactly 271 times, Nina kept count.
" Dave! Don't talk like that, you're embarrasing me! "
" Oh I'm looking forward to that, I'll be home by eight. "
The girl, who by the way was named Kimberly, would usually be found talking with her latest boyfriend on the phone, not doing her job. Nina sometimes wished to be like her, other times... Not.
" Can I help you? " Kimberly aksed Nina, who didn't react at first, trapped in her own thoughts.
" Uhmm, yeah, I'm here to talk to... " Kimberly stopped her in the middle of her sentence.
" I know, Matthew Summers... You know, we've been working at the same place for what? 3-4 years? "
Kimberly grabbed the phone.
" Honey, that's so sweet, but hold on for a sec, someones at my desk. " Kimberly was talking to Dave again.
" 3 years and 5 months, actually.... Is Matt available? " Nina quickly grew irritated at Kimberly, who apparrently took Dave more serious than herself. Nina was having one of those days where NO ONE should be irritating her.
" Oh yes, I'll just tell him that you are coming up " Kimberly's eyes mett Nina's... She was giving the southern girl the look.
" Don't bother. " Nina walked away from the darkwood desk, over to the elevator.
" What i slut-ho " Nina whispered to herself, while in the elevator, playing some "relaxing" music... Yeah right.
KLING!
Nina walked through a wide hallway, with doors on both sides, covering the walls all the way down. There were wooden panels covering 1/3 of the walls, the rest was painted in a creamy white color. No paintings, no plants, no statues, no nothing. Exept the halfcircle lamps, faced upwards.
' 416, this is it. '
The Irish woman walked in, looking like she owned the place, and in a way she did, because Matthew wouldn't have a job, if it wasn't for her.
" Evening Williams, how are you? "
" I disposed him, and got away with a few complications. No biggie "
" Have a seat. Lolipop? " Matt asked holding out a pink lolipop.
" No thanks, I'll pass. " Nina smirked.
" Your loss. " Matt unfolded the lolipop, and put it in his mouth, while looking at Nina.
" So, what's up? " Nina tried not to look at Summers while asking, and looked around his office, that was completely different from the anonymous hallways. He had paintings, pictures, bookcases, plants and carpets all over, hardly leaving a spot bare.
Nina's almost indigoblue eyes mett with Matt's more grayish ones.
" We have a new assignment for you, New York again. Appearently someone want to see Tanya Miller dead, something with her husband is in trouble with the yakuza. Mr. Miller suspects this, and therefore he hired someone to protect her. " Matthew handed Nina a file." So my target is this Tanya, who is being protected br someone, a bodyguard. Do we have any this bodyguards name, or agency? "
" We're still trying to figure that one out, but it's quite sure that it is someone who will blend in, to make sure the yakuze doesn't suspects she is being protected, the bodyguard is likely to be close to her all the time. "
" Okay. Sounds like fun. " Nina said sarcastic, taking the the file with her, leaving the office that had come to feel like a second home to her.
" Nina, be careful, we don't know if this bodyguard knows that you will be after Tanya. " Matt said, trying to sound concerned.
" Where's the fun in that? " Nina replied, closing the door behind her.
Nina's penthouse appartment, 22.47
' So the day after tomorrow, at this money raising party in favor for the South American rainforests, I'll assasinate this woman. ' Nina held up a picture of a black woman with long curly brown hair, with blonde stripes, next to her husband, a chubby, kinda bald, pale man, who was kissing her.
' I wonder, how come she would marry a guy like that? Oh well, she'll be dead soon anyways '
Nina walked around in her penthouse, holding the picture, and looked out of the wall-to-wall window, that filled up most of the eastside of her appartment. It was a beautiful cresent moon, giving a silver glow to the massive towers of glass and concrete, placed all over this city.
' She is just an innnocent girl, does she even have a clue about her husbands problems with the yakuza? '
Nina threw the picture on the floor, heading towards her bathroom, while leaving a trail of clothes on the floor along her way.
Water dripped down the blonde, who was leaning up against the hard wall. She could feel the hot water running down her pale white skin. Nina was crying, nobody would ever know that she was, the noise of the water hid her sobs, and blended in with her tears.
' Who am I? ' ... ' Where do i come from? ' ... ' Why don't I remember who I used to be? '
The Irish woman did not know the answer to any of those questions, but she knew who did.
' Anna. '
A/N: I think I did a better job with this chapter actually, hehe, but not any action this time though :(... Well, I think it's safe to promise that there'll be plenty next time.. (bounces of to write more, while listening to Madonna)
