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Blake's pov

Blake drove an inconspicuous Honda Fit to Jackie's mansion and let herself in using a gummy bear to simulate a finger print. How has no one fixed this yet? Blake wondered. Blake walked purposefully to Jackie's bedroom, she had looked at the floor plans before she left, they weren't hard to find. Jackie's bedroom was mostly purple; the walls were a light shade, but the bed was a richer color.

Blake pulled out her pistol and walked over to her bed. She was sound asleep. Blake aimed a few inches left of Jackie's head and fired; Jackie bolted upright and nearly screamed, but Blake covered her mouth. When she removed her hand Jackie asked who she was in a terrified whisper.

"I represent a party interested in an assassin you hired recently."

"The girl in red?" she didn't say "Red" or "Little Red Riding Hood," so she didn't even know Red's moniker, which was not particularly surprising. Any information at all about Red was difficult to obtain, even something as superficial as a moniker.

"How did you contact her?"

"I talked with Xavier Bricks. He told me the person I needed dead would be killed and I would be contacted after it was done."

"Where did you meet Xavier?"

"Junior's club."

Junior's club was at the high end of back alley clubs. They had relatively decent security, but not enough to stop fifty trained killers.

"EVERYONE GET ON THE GROUND!" one of Blake's men shouted. After a little reluctance resulting in three deaths everyone did.

"Is Xavier here?" Blake asked "No?" she questioned when no one answered. "Junior have you had anyone here by the name Xavier?"

"No. Why do you ask?" Junior answered.

"I'm looking for someone. How about, who did Jackie Hoffman talk to when she was here, I know she was."

"Yes, she was she talked with a tall blonde woman and that's it, no one else. I think she called herself Ashley though."

"Okay, does anyone know Ashley?"

"She gave me this number," said a man in his early twenties, while holding up a napkin with a number on it, his hand trembling slightly. Blake walked over to him and snatched the napkin, putting the number into her phone.

She held the phone by the man's ear and said quietly "Is this Ashley?" telling him what to say. After a second he repeated her, and Blake quickly brought the phone back to her ear hearing

"-ere you expecting someone else, David?"

"I suppose I was," Blake answered as she walked out of the club gesturing for her men to come with her.

"Who is this?" Ashley said sounding deadly serious.

"Is this Xavier?" Blake responded getting to the point.

"Why yes it is are you a customer?" she said now being very friendly and all smiles.

"There are a few people I would like dead, if you know Little Red Riding Hood."

"So you know who I work with."

"With? Not for?" Blake said sounding skeptical. Red is at the top of the food chain I doubt she would work with someone like this.

"She doesn't pay me we split the profits. Of course she gets 98% of the money, but I'm not complaining."

"Do I ever come in contact with her?" Blake asked, getting back on topic.

"It depends. Usually not, but in some cases when I am unavailable and she is, as well as the client not being too big a risk she will collect payment personally.

"Okay. I would like Johnathan Ren to be killed."

"Can do. You will be contacted later and told when and where to bring one hundred and twenty million lien. After you tell me how to contact you." One twenty. That's a pretty good price for top of the line work. It's only forty more than I would have had it done for anyway and that's with plenty of connections and lower quality work.

"I'm Blake Belladonna" and Blake hung up.

Red's pov

"Bzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt," Xavier was calling again so soon? Good job. I'll give her a bonus.

"Hello, Xavier."

"Hi, Blake Belladonna ordered for Jonathan Ren to be killed."

"Thank you for telling me." Blake is obviously looking for me, but why. She doesn't have much of a reason to kill me. I did kill one of her best employees, but going after someone as dangerous as me for a reason as unimportant as that is stupid. She could be going after me for emotional reasons, Adam was her mentor and people tend to get emotionally attached to their teachers if they're good, which Adam was unless they're psychopathic which I've heard Blake isn't. Crime bosses in general aren't psychotic for whatever reason. So if she isn't trying to kill me what else would she want? She has plenty of assassins she could easily and less expensively have gotten Johnathan Ren killed, unless Blake wanted her on her payroll permanently. Yes, that was it, having a world class murderer among other things would be immensely useful. I actually think it could be a good idea, she could pay me plenty and I would defiantly have more fun.

Now that Red was looking for Blake all she had to do was break into Blake's home, which she knew Blake would be at right now. Red thought it best to know everything there is to know about the most powerful crime boss on the planet, she only wished she had looked more into who worked for her so she didn't have to spend a ton of her time getting back to her.

Blake seemed to like being inconspicuous, she drove a normal car had a pretty normal house if a bit on the high end, when she could buy out an entire city and had done that once leaving hundreds of thousands homeless for a week before she returned them. Blake also had somewhat of a conscience.

All Red had to do what walk up to the front door and pick the lock, which she noticed was particularly advanced, and she was in. There was almost no security past completing the nearly impossible task of finding Blake's house. She began to search the house, on the third room she went though, the living room, she found Blake reading.

"What are you reading?" she asked. Blake started, pulling a pistol on her on reflex, then her eyes widened, realizing who she was looking at.

"What are you doing here?"

"You've been looking for me, correct?"

"Yes."

"Well I wanted to see what you wanted and possibly give it to you, but my question still stands."

"The Lord of the Rings."

"A classic. So why were you looking for me?"

"It crossed my mind that having you work for me would be very useful and you didn't seem too negative about the White Fang."

"Why in the world would I work for you?" I shouldn't give in to easily.

"I'll pay you 500,000 lien a week plus a varying amount for each job."

"I don't know it sounds kind of boring."

"You could of course quit at almost any time. There's not a lot I could do to stop you."

"Agreed, with the condition of I will be working with you not for you."

"Deal."