That night I was dressed in head to toe black and dark red leather.

It was my second Assassin outfit with a black trench coat that when the hood was up, covered half of my face.

In all my six years as an assassin, I have never felt more nervous than I did now.

I was standing on a shipping container at the docks, my eyes and ears trained for any signs of Soryu.

There. He is entering the dockyard gun trained. I hold back laughter. This was a regular training exercise I was forced to endure.

Someone would enter the dock and I would be in the center of it, and I had to find a way out without being caught.

Duh. The containers. These big bulky things are what got me to pass that test.

"Hello Soryu." I say my voice edged with humor. He has yet to look up.

"Who's there?" he calls out. The fog surrounding me and the containers added just a touch of spookiness.

"If you don't know, then why did you come?" I ask highly amused.

"I was told that you would be willing to be sold as a hit man." he says.

"Sold, huh? And did my dear friend Scarlet send you?" I ask pretending to be a completely different person.

"She did." Soryu replies.

"Very well." I reply jumping down onto a lower container just enough for him to see my figure amongst the fog.

"Who are you?" Soryu asks looking up. I was turned slightly so that there was no chance he could make out any part of my face. All very mysterious.

"As Scarlet must have told you, I am an assassin for hire. Hit man if you will." the words tasted bitter.

"So no name then?"

I smile, slipping my gloved hands into my pockets, "I have been called many things. So you may call me anything you wish."

"Alright. So then are you willing?"

I hear a loud BANG as a gun fires out, but it wasn't Soryu's own.

I slide out the way of the bullet, and I take out my new weapon. A retractable pole arm. I take apart the long weapon into two pieces, and when three figures emerge from the fog wielding guns and swords, I truly started to feel angry, and that's not an easy feat.

Then they turn their weapons toward Soryu. Now I am beyond angry, I'm pissed.

"Lower your weapons or face death." I growl my voice betraying my emotion.

Then one of them turns toward me and says menacingly, "Leave now, Assassin. Or have his blood on your hands."

I then turn on my heel, still on top one of the metal boxes, and when I am sure that they have focused their attention elsewhere...I spin off of the container, landing in front of Soryu.

"It's you demons that give Assassins a bad taste in our mouths." I say.

"Oh I suppose it's one of fear?"

I sigh, "No it's one of annoyance, and are we really holding a conversation right now?"

The Satan follower in front of me, grins.

"Yeah and maybe next we'll go for a cup of tea."

I snicker my hands clutching the two pieces of the pole arm tightly. "Sure like that will ever happen in this lifetime."

"You know, you're not very nice."

I chuckle, "I'll try being nicer if you try being smarter."

Even though the air was already freezing, I feel the cold clutches of the night begin to awaken, seeping into my body. Even through the leather.

"So are we going to fight, Fyre Assassin?"

I grin, "Oh, and here I thought I was about to make some new friends."

Ah sarcasm. Always a good comeback.

Then the fight began.

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(I KNOW that my chapters are a lot shorter than in my first book, but I want to get as many chapters from this story as possible. So, yeah. Let the fun begin!)