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"Who's this again?" he asked as he looked at the file.

"Cole Wentworth" she replied. "Now listen, I don't have much to run an op from here but since Eagle's place was… found, we will have to make do."

"I don't know how to use this dinosaur of a laptop to get you the information."

Christie's eyes narrowed and her panther walked in. "Well you'll have to learn" she said as she turned around. Her panther glaring at him as Christie looked over her shoulder at him.

"Raven, Eagle trusted you so I trust you, but know this, I have no faith in your abilities as of yet so you'll need to prove yourself or I'll drop you." The wide eyes that met hers were the confirmation she needed. He nodded once and his lips set in a determined line as he glanced back to the computer.

"Understood."

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The man on the screen was young and tan, his short hair flying in the wind as he grabbed the mike and looked away from the camera, he looked back with a grim expression before he spoke.

"Yesterday officers found the body of a businessman who was on the rise. The name will not be released until family members have been notified. Officers have already narrowed down a list of suspects but there does not seem to be any available word on evidence found, if there is any. In addition, there were about a dozen others murdered in the house. It's a bizarre case, that's for sure. This is what officers had to say."

The screen changed, a different reporter, a black woman with short black hair interviewing a police officer who was older and looked slightly annoyed.

"We can't release a name yet, but there seems to have been a struggle, hopefully we can find some DNA from it to identify the killer."

"Thank you Officer, do you think that this was a kill for hire?"

"That's the assumption we are operating under. The person who hired the killer most likely wanted to silence them, but due to the struggle we are assuming they got away."

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"According to the schematic there should be a fire exit three feet above you, its camouflaged but per regulations not actually locked."

"I found it." Christie replied as she hoisted herself into it. She took a mini flashlight out of her belt and turned it on. She lifted it to eye level and looked around the room. She stood upright as she frowned.

"It's empty."

"That's fine, actually that's good." He paused and she heard a few clicks. "To your left there should be a door." She turned towards the left and spotted the door.

"Found it."

"That's going to lead to a stairwell and even-"

He stopped as the both heard a scream before a thud. Christie hid against the wall as the door was flung open.

"I can smell you, you bitch! You're gonna die too."

Her eyes narrowed at that voice and she carefully maneuvered herself to a better position behind him. He seemed unaware of her change until she stepped forward to strike. He turned just in time to block before trying to punch her twice and kicking, she had dropped low and kicked him before coming back. The other smirked at her as he looked her up and down.

"Look at what the cat dragged in."

"Bayman." She said in greeting lowering her hands and position into her stance. "Don't tell me, hired with no pay and tried to kill you after."

"Seems we got something in common, then." He shifted extending his arms into position. She lunged at him, but he caught her and spun her, she barely managed to escape his grasp before her tried to snap her neck. She narrowed her eyes as she caught his kick and countered. He didn't even seem fazed. She hated fighting him; he was the only one who made her seem weak.

"What are you looking for?" He suddenly asked after blocking her kicks. She didn't reply. He punched her twice and watched her slide across the floor. As she got up she held her side for a fraction of a second and he smirked knowing it hurt.

"I have a need to speak to the boss." She gritted out as she jumped and kicked him. He stumbled back.

"Let's go then."

"Let's?" she questioned and he shrugged as he stood. "I'm not going to give you the kill."

Oh, but she would. She would hand it right to him. He walked up to her trying to intimidate her until they stood chest to chest, neither of them let up but they weren't fighting anymore. "I'm not going to give you the kill."

"Get out of here." She hissed and he laughed.

"Have fun with my leftovers."

"Who was that?" Christie heard in her ear and shook her head "Bayman," she replied as she stepped over the bloody mess at the bottom of the stairs and started running up them. "He is an asshole, and like me an assassin."

"He could've helped us then, I mean, after the fighting he seem-."

"No he couldn't,"

"but-"

"Shut up and tell me where I am supposed to be going." A sigh. Marty would never have gotten that frustrated with her. Marty understood why Bayman was a no.

"Third floor, east wing."

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"I'm not going to do anything you tell me to, you stupid fucking bitch!"

Christie debated shoving the gag back into his mouth but simply sighed in response. She sat down with her legs crossed as he spewed words and threats; Raven had looked from the desk with surprise and Christie waved him off pointing to the laptop. He turned back towards it and continued to search for the location of Saturday's mission.

"Are you done?" She spat maliciously and he stopped with a flinch. He couldn't see her and had only heard her voice and felt threatened enough by it. He shifted slightly and found that he was tied to the chair he sat in.

"You probably have heard of me, but it doesn't matter if you have. I will not sit here with you and debate your wants and what you think are your options; I will not let you hope for a way out. There will be no good and bad cop and no physical harm. I will tell you your two choices and let you pick."

He gulped at the iciness of her tone and Raven would have too if Eagle had not told him about it many times before. He seemed to shrink into his seat and didn't move. The typing keys were slowed, his hacking code was compiling.

"Good." She said "now let's go over your choices." She paused and taking his silence as acceptance she continued. "You will get me into the main building on Saturday-"

"No." he interrupted with a strong voice. She had not reacted in a way he had expected; there was no violence on her part, no raised voice, just a calm indifference.

"or you attend your wife's closed casket funeral next week."

He froze in place as the blood in his veins ran cold this time his no was a whisper.

"and your daughter's the week after."

The chair moved and he could tell she got up and started to walk away.

"Make your choice, make it quick."

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"I can hear you breathing. Why are you working with this terrible person?" Raven smirked, his dark eyes showing his truly malicious intent for the first time since he had been here.

"Some of us can be worse." He chuckled and Cole flinched. "She's coming, hope you made your decision."

He had made his decision.

This woman would kill him either way, and he was sure she'd just hurt someone else to get what she needed if he didn't help her. She would turn another proud man into the mess that he was and threaten another family if he was going to try and take the righteous path. She was willing to kill so many, and his wife and child would just be pawns to get him to help her. How insignificant were human lives to her? How little were they worth in general?

At least this way he could save his family.