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Christie flips backwards gracefully, pushing off with her long, giraffe like legs and lands on her hands as the black clad assassin slashes into her sofa with his massive machete of a knife. Christie recovers and fires again, but the assassin spins deftly away, impossibly dodging the projectiles, seeming to faze through time itself.

Christie scowls, landing nimbly back on her bare feet and the assassin rushes forwards, his mask allowing only his vicious red demon eyes to be visible. He slashes upwards, but Christie evades underneath and attempts to sweep his legs. The assassin laughs derisively as he leaps over her attack and slashes forwards. Christie dodges backwards, thrusting her well defined stomach away from the blade, and dodges the blade by mere centimeters.

"Impressive!" The assassin sneers as he spins around in a complete circle, looking to gain momentum, but Bayman leaps forwards to attack. The assassin gasps, having seen the Russian for the first time, but easily dodges away from Bayman's clunky attempt at a tackle. Bayman squeals as he crashes into the sofa, sending feathers into the air and the assassin snickers and turns back to face Christie, but her guns are already in his face.

"I spit in Donovan's face by sparing Helena and he sends me you?" Christie shakes her head disparagingly and waves her left pistol, "Remove your mask, I like to see the faces of my victims." Christie's stare becomes more intense, but the assassin makes no move to reveal his identity. Christie scowls angrily and thrusts her gun closer to his face, but as she moves, he falls backwards and a blade extends from the toe of his boot.

Christie only has time to gasp as the hidden blade slashes upwards at her face with his kick, but the attack is knocked astray, and the blade whispers against her skin. The assassin groans as Bayman pulls him backwards in a suplex, slamming him onto his back in a ground shaking, finishing move.

"Im…possible." The assassin mutters lowly as Christie regains herself and looks down, tempted to shoot Bayman simply to erase the smug grin on his face.

"You move like the gazelle. Screw Code Cronus, you should get your own FPS." Bayman holds his thumb up and Christie raises her left eyebrow in confusion,


"What was that?"

"I'm not sure…words just seemed to spill from my mouth…" Bayman scratches his brown haired scalp through astonishment and Christie returns her attention to her downed opponent.

"Anymore secrets we should know about?" She asks with a mocking tone and the assassin waves his middle finger at her,

"I can't believe I was defeated by two failures."

"Who's the larger failure?" Bayman asks as he sits down on the disheveled sofa, "The failure or the man defeated by the failure?" He adds a self-important chuckle at the end and Christie waves her hand, motioning him to silence.

"Run back to Donovan and tell him I don't fall easily. And I expect two thousand dollars, American, in my account tomorrow to pay for my couch." Christie hauls the assassin to his feet by his tight fitting shirt and he blinks his eyes in disbelief,

"That couch isn't worth two thousand!"

"I don't care how much its worth." Christie holsters her guns in her towel and points towards the door, "And lock my security system on the way out."

The assassin throws his hands into the air with an exasperated moan as he drags himself passed the kitchenette and out the front door, threatening something about buying periwinkle blue. Christie exhales deeply and plops down on her ruined sofa beside Bayman who still has his lips closed tightly.

"His knife would have smudged my mascara at the most, don't think you did anything." Christie sighs and Bayman looks over insulted,

"Don't be like that. The favor I ask is a little more important than smudged makeup, but it's ten times less dangerous, I promise."

Christie looks over with an apathetic expression and Bayman stands to his feet and dusts a feather from his shoulder,

"You don't happen to still have your invitation to the supposed DOA4 tournament do you?"

"You mean that card with Zack kissing the large breasted woman on the cover?" Christie stands to her feet in asking and Bayman nods his head with a grin, "As if Donovan would really let a black guy host his tournament."

"I hear he keeps slaves." Bayman adds nonchalantly as Christie walks to the kitchen counter and opens a drawer underneath the sink. She retrieves a small purple packet of information and thrusts it at Bayman as he prattles on about some American he read about named Thomas Jefferson.

"Is this all you want?" Bayman grins as he takes the packet and looks within, noticing the afore mentioned greeting card, picturing Zack and Tina.

"Perfect! The coordinates to Zack Island." Bayman shoves the packet into his jersey and casually places his arm around Christie's shoulders, causing a more than irritated look from the cold assassin, "A man alone cannot infiltrate the Island of Women. I will need a companion, Misses Bayman."

"Absolutely not." Christie slides away his muscular arm and Bayman's mouth widens,

"The Russian Russell Crowe has never been turned down!"

Christie moves away from the kitchen, walking back towards her room and Bayman follows quickly with a barrage of desperate pleas,

"Okay, you can be my cook…my maid, uh how about my mechanic? Ok….my madam? My Owner! Pleaaaasssee!"