Neo keeps her scope trained on her target. Currently looking at him out a window from the building next door, a few floors higher. The man is talking to someone out of her view but she has an idea who is there. Roman was scrambling to weed out anyone connected to those guys and have them taken out. He was never the most trusting person and he tries not to show it but this has shaken him. No one had gotten this close to offing him before and he wanted them done with him quickly and efficiently. And the only one he could trust with this task was Neo.

Neo did feel mixed about having to kill people she knew somewhat personally. One of the guys she ambushed even tried to cut her in on the deal. But that frantic begging were the last words the man uttered. Neo's eyes glance over to her scroll, it open to her messages with Roman. While she had it open earlier for further instructions, currently the page was scrolled far up to show older messages. Of a different set of Roman orders and her responding with pictures of herself in various expressions to communicate. The current one was her smiling with a peace sign held over her fingers. There was nothing stopping her from responding normally but Roman just took it in stride. The only person she still knew that did, the only person in her life that didn't brush her off as the freak with no potential. Neo focuses back on the target and starts to lightly squeeze the trigger. The circumstances around them didn't matter, Roman trusted her and she trusted him, and these men had hurt and betrayed him.

The bullets pierce through the glass window and a brief scream can be heard before the man finally dies. There's a shuffling of movement as orders are barked from inside as illusions come through the broken window. The guys start shooting and from the muzzle flashes Neo has a better idea of where they are. She fires and reloads as body after body falls and she's sure everyone in the room is dead. She drops the rifle and jumps out the window, opening her umbrella to ease her fall and lands in a crouch. She then makes a mad run to the alley-side door. A suited goon opens the door but before he can do anything but Neo jabs her umbrella point into his throat and as he chokes for air, she shoots ending his misery.

She ignores the sound of the corpse hitting the ground as she enters the building, she had just a few more to go and this was over. She steels herself as she prepares to bloody herself again.

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It took longer than expected but Neo's done it. The last of these worms had been rooted out of Roman's organization. Hopefully the last ever when word comes through the underground as to what happened in particular to them. Neo looks up as she feels a few drops fall on her and she sees that its raining. She winces as she was already using her semblance to disguise herself already and it would be a strain to cover her bloodied umbrella, currently folded to cover said stains. Neo was tired but she was almost there so she just tried to hold out it til then.

She arrives at an apartment complex and steps inside. Then entering the elevator to the third floor. She walks out and down the hall to the right. Roman had hideouts like these all over the city but this was one of the safer ones. She knocks on the door, three times then once before a long pause and then four. Neo hears several clicks and Roman's there at the door. She takes in the sight of him. That trademark confidence he had was subdued, he was coat-less and in his black undershirt. Instead he just seemed tired. Neo couldn't help it but it cut her up to see him like this.

She steps inside and disables her semblance as he closes the door behind them, reenabling all the locks. He turns to her.

"Its done?"

She nods and she can see a weight lift off his shoulders. A bit of the old Roman shining through as he smiles. He pats her on the head. Neo closes her eyes unable to muster a joking roll of the eyes. Just happy to see the real Roman after all this. He walks back to the couch and Neo stands there a bit awkwardly before joining him. Roman pulls a cigar from the table in front of them. He puts it in his mouth and goes to light it but it drops and when he really sees what Neo looks like.

"Neo! Are you all right?"

She provides a soundless chuckle and waves off his concern. However moving her hand so quickly has her flinch, betraying her attempt to ease his concerns. Roman grabs her hand and pulls the glove off. She winces as Roman is able to see the bruises on her right hand.

"Take your coat off."

She pauses for a moment before acquiescing. She leaves her half-coat behind her and folds her arms over her stomach, embarrassed to show Roman the patchwork of cuts and blemishes on her skin. Some from her old life but others fresh from this one.

Roman thought he pushed down all possible feelings of guilt when he became more than a mere crook, but seeing her before him knowing this was his fault rocked him in the pit of his stomach. He clenches his fist as he turns straightforward, unable to bear to look at Neo. The feeling become reciprocal as she feels just as awful in turn. Though he may feel guilt she felt a sort of pride in them. Each scar was proof she was alive and some doubled as a badge of her loyalty. Though he had no way of knowing that. So Neo tried to express it the best way she could.

She taps at his shoulder and he's forced to look back. He goes from her eyes to lower where Roman sees a gun, her holding it from the barrel. Neo presses the gun into his hands and lifts them up until its pointed toward her chest. Roman grips the gun in his trembling hands, his finger never on the trigger. They look at each other as words are exchanged but not spoken.

'My life is yours'