Author's Note: Stella couldn't hide forever! After being tipped off by Bruno, it was only a matter of time before Sector Security found her. She's not very good at this whole "cover your tracks" thing. Please let me know what you think!
What's done is done, right?
You can't change the past. You can't undo something that has already been done.
I knew that going into this. I knew I shouldn't have hired a killer for Yusei Fudo.
The city below me was alight with hysteria. Panic flooded the headlines of electronic billboards- "Yusei Fudo in critical condition after attempted murder," and "Gunman on the loose- first target, Yusei Fudo."
I looked away from the window, striding towards the desk in a dark room. I sat down on the edge, and breathed out. I covered my face in my hands.
What if they caught Ms. Fortune? What if they found us out? What if they threw me in jail to rot for the rest of my life?
All these questions circled in my head. I could only imagine what his friends and family must be feeling. I could picture the look in their eyes, infuriated at the situation. I could imagine them going on a bloodthirsty hunt for me, like dogs chasing a raccoon. I could hide in my little tree, but eventually I would have to come down, and they would be waiting at the bottom for me.
What was I thinking, listening to him? He should know better- Yusei Fudo isn't someone who could just die without extreme consequences. That's just the life he lives.
Why did I have to follow through with this plan to eliminate him?
I wasn't really looking to cause harm. I was in it for the feeling of "assurance-" that I was doing the right thing.
I was, wasn't I? I made the right choice, right?
Surprisingly, I got an indirect answer. The doors of my office flew open, and a team of Sector Security police swarmed in. They wore masks over their faces, so I couldn't see who they were.
A fairly tall one ran in, a gun in his hand. The lights flicked on and the doors slammed. I stood up, a bewildered look on my face.
That little bitch!
Tatiana sold me out!
The tall officer pulled off his mask to reveal blazing eyes, heightened with determination and a bit of hate. He strode across the room and wasted no time slamming me against the windows, handcuffing my arms together.
Then that beautiful sass, the one that would make my hired killer proud, finally slipped back into place with the steely malice I had been playing the part of so well. "Don't you know it's impolite to hit a lady?"
The officer looked at me, a scar on his face pulled tight. "You're not a lady. You're a killer."