There has to be away to kill that girl…
The sandy haired man frowned. He was staring at the wall above his door, thinking.
The problem is we don't know her patterns, how she fights…If we knew that she would be easier to get rid of…
The man pressed a button on the desk. A few minutes later the boy who had brought in the file walked in.
"Y-yes sir?"
"Contact Darrel and tell him to come here immediately, and I want no delays."
"R-right away, sir." The boy said, quickly leaving.
A few minutes later, a man burst into the room, out of breath.
The man was tall, about six foot two, and extremely well-muscled. His hair was short and dark, with flecks of gray. His eyes were brown, and his clothes were those of a typical fighter.
"You're a minute later than you should be, Darrel." The sandy haired man said, not looking at the pepper haired man.
"S-so sorry, sir, I was-"
"I don't care what you were doing, Darrel." The man interrupted, wheeling on the brown eyed man.
Despite his clear height and weight advantage, Darrel was clearly afraid of the dark suited man.
The sandy haired boss sat down in his chair. "I'll cut to the chase. I need several of your fighters to go and confront the girl. At most five. Don't pick anyone you'll miss, as none are likely to return."
Darrel paused. "Boss, are… are you sending them on a suicide mission?"
"Most likely. This girl has proven herself extremely hard to kill. We need to know her fighting capabilities and style. Which means your people need to fight her while others watch and record."
Darrel hesitated. "Sir, couldn't we just send another skilled fighter?"
"We've tried that ten times already, and each ended up dead. We can't keep doing the same thing, she needs to die." The sandy haired man crossed his arms. "Are you going to defy me?"
"N-no sir! I would never-"
"Then go. Pick the five people going on the mission."
"R-right away sir." Darrel left quickly.
The icy eyed man remained sitting for a few minutes, before pressing the button again.
"Tell Rodric I need to see him." He said when the boy entered. The boy nodded, exiting quickly.
A few minutes later, a boy who didn't look older than eighteen entered. His hair was black, and gelled back. A pair of black sunglasses covered his eyes, which he removed, revealing a pair of black eyes. A black trench coat and a pair of black jeans with a pair of black combat boots were the only visible pieces of clothing.
"You called, sir?" Rodric smirked, giving a slight bow. He did not seem as afraid of the icy eyed man as Darrel.
"Yes," The boss responded folding his hands on his desk. "I need several of your better spies, who are able to analyze a person's battle style, and stay out of notice."
"Let me guess: the girl?" Rodric asked, leaning back against the door, still smirking.
The sandy haired man didn't react, causing the black hair boy to chuckle.
"I'll take care of it sir." Rodric said, no longer leaning against the door.
"Good." The black suited man said, waving his hand, dismissing the smirking boy.
Silence filled the room once more.
Once the girl is gone, I can begin working towards my true goal…