As the entrance curtains moved aside the figure walked in, tall enough to have to duck a bit to make it past the entranceway. Many stopped talking for a moment to see, then mostly ignored the person, having seen them before. The person wore a deep, rust colored cloak, covering their body down to their feet, showing only bits of the black boots underneath. Their head was wrapped in the hood, with a slight protrusion around the forehead showing something was wrapped around underneath, a veil covering the bottom half of their face, and hiding their eyes were large, rounded, black sunglasses. Nearly everything about them was hidden, the only bit of identity revealed was tanned skin around the face.
The figure casually made their way to the back of the bar, where a middle-aged woman with blonde hair sat, flanked by two guards, one male and one female. The two guards stepped in front of the table as the older woman smoked her cigarette.
"Really?" the figure asked in a slightly amused voice. "Do you not want your cut?"
"I know better than to just let your type get too close, dear." Lil' Miss chuckled.
"Fair enough, I suppose," the figure replied, pulling out a small pouch of Lien and tossing it to her. "Thirty percent, as discussed. Your information on finding my target was very helpful."
"Of course it was, sweetheart," the gang leader replied in a smug tone, reaching for the pouch. A flash of movement caught her eye and she flinched back, seeing a throwing knife having lodged itself into the table between her hand and the money.
"But you know what would've been even more helpful?" the figure began, a noticeable edge in their voice. "If you didn't spend the three days between when I asked you for the information and when you gave it to me seeing if you could make money from knowing I was here and instead gave me the info you already fucking knew."
Lil' Miss Malachite looked up to glare at the figure, seeing that her two guards had already drawn their guns and the rest of the bar was also up, having drawn their weapons.
"I'll let this slide because it's the first time we've worked together, so remember this if it ever happens again: Don't. Waste. My. Time," the person warned in a cold voice before turning to head for the door, only to be cut off by the other members.
"And since it's the first time we've worked together, I'll let you know this: Don't. Ever. Threaten. Me," Lil' Miss warned in the same tone. "But since this is your first time rufflin' my feathers, I think we can let bygones be bygones… that is if you apologize and cough up another thirty percent."
The figure chuckled darkly. "You know, in my line of work you get used to employers trying to kill you. Usually because they don't want to pay up." The figure turned to face Lil' Miss. "You want to try and kill me? Fine. Go ahead and give it a try. But just know you're not just signing the death warrant of everyone here. After I kill all of you, I'll kill your families. Not just your sons and daughters, your brothers and sisters, husbands and wives. Not even just your mothers and fathers. I'll kill your grandparents, your uncles and aunts, your cousins, anyone who's even remotely related to you. I'll make sure to wipe all of your bloodlines off of Remnant. After all, I've got nothing but time, and I've been looking for a project to keep me busy. In fact… I think I'll start with those two daughters of yours in Vale somewhere… assuming they're still alive."
Lil' Miss Malachite's eyes widened at that as she growled. All round her she saw that her subordinates were looking more and more nervous. They were still ready to fight, ready to do as she commanded, but she could see the fear in their eyes.
"So please, give me an excuse," the figure said as they reached up, revealing a black fingerless glove and a metal guard to protect the back of the hand, pulling down the veil. "I'M. SO. BORED," the person finished with a chilling glee in their voice, revealing a terrifying smile that stretched from ear to ear.
The room seemed frozen in time for a moment, nobody making a move aside from some subtle shaking of the hands of the gang members that held their weapons at the ready. Finally Lil' Miss raised her hand to signal them to lower their weapons. The gang members looked shocked for a moment before obeying.
The figure's too wide smile quickly changed into snarl, as they seemed to struggle to keep some kind of emotion back, almost convulsing. The gang members reached for, but didn't draw, their weapons, terrified and confused by the reaction. The person then let out a deep sigh before bringing their veil back up. "So… disappointing," she breathed out before quickly turning and stomping outside with a frustrated pace.
"Want us to send someone after her, Lil' Miss?" her female guard said.
"No, sweetheart… we don't need that kind of somebody in our lives," the woman replied, pulling out the knife from her table. She observed the weapon: black and roughly an inch and a half in length, thin and yet about a plam's width at the widest. There was no handle but one side was sharp while the other was blunt, the shape resembling a stinger or a talon. The metal was decent quality but nothing to write home about. Clearly meant to be disposable, but able to be used as a melee weapon if desperate. "Crazy is one thing, we can handle crazy, but crazy and smart is something else entirely."
"But if word gets around that she disrespected you and just walked out-" the male guard began.
"She won't talk. She might be crazy, but she's a professional assassin. Her kind doesn't broadcast themselves, so she'll keep quiet." She huffed as she tossed the knife away and grabbed the money. "Besides, she knows, and that's all the satisfaction she'll need."
As everything in the bar went back to normal one of the gang members leaned in to whisper to his friend. "I totally thought that was a guy."
It rains far too much here, she thought as she held her cloak closed, weaving in and out of the crowds walking down the street, ignoring the merchants trying to hawk their wares. And dull. Maybe some sun will help make things more interesting. She thought on it a bit before smiling, unseen by those around her. Argus sounds interesting. And the Argus Limited isn't too far either. There should be something to keep me occupied there. And if nothing else… her smile widened into a malicious grin, Sneaking into Atlas sounds like a challenge worth trying. Breaking unnoticed into a military superpower on lockdown? That'll be good for my résumé.