It was dawn when a curled figure decided to move from their spot where they were hidden from the crowd of party going navy officers and civilians. They weren't moving from the shadows of the alley just yet; it wasn't time. Their eyes gazed out at the bodies that scampered around simply observing. They had a glint in them as they locked onto one specific body. Found him. A grin eased its way onto bow shaped lips that were red from constant biting. Amber eyes honed in on the poor soul who caught the fiery gaze.

Standing and brushing off ripped, knee length shorts and sliding on wooden sandals that had been put off to the side, the lean, slightly curved figured revealed itself to be a young woman with skin a color that rivaled mocha. The grin still in place, she went after her target keeping her intentions unclear to those around her. She was too focused on that figure to notice anything else, not even the cat calls or the hollering. They came from every type of man you could think of. It was the lawless district after all.

Unexpectedly her vision tilted to where it was parallel to the sky and her back was meeting the dusty Earth harshly." HOOF!" came from beside her. 'Light weight'' came to mind as the female lowered her gaze to the being lying on her stomach. Her ever unchanging smile still in place as the child quickly stood and showed straw-like blond hair that hung by his ears and bright cerulean eyes that clashed with his sun burnt skin horribly. He looked around ten or so but he wore the clothes of a chore boy in the Navy.

"Are you alright? You took quite a fall there," he said.

She noticed that he began panicking immediately enhancing his already noticeable freckles. 'My...he had quite a few'.

He wouldn't stop apologizing even after she had gotten up and re-brushed her clothes off. "I'm fine" she supplied for the small boy.

Blinking, he rubbed the back of his neck, not really sure what to say to the woman he knocked over in his rush. The young man started to apologize once more, "I'm-"

"Freckles," she blurted, cutting him off abruptly. He stared at her dumbly for a few minutes.

"Huh?"

"You have a bunch of freckles. It's cute!" she exclaimed, resisting the urge to pinch his cheek.

The poor boy was flushing in embarrassment. "What's your name miss?"

It was her turn to blink. "My name?"

"Yeah. You have one don't you?" he asked with a bit of sarcasm.

Her barking laughter followed the odd silence that fell over them. "Of course I do. It's Talon."

Oh..well then...um m-my name is Cre'al."

The older woman grinned recognizing the name on the roster she filched from a navy blowfish in one of the taverns in town. "Tell me something Cereal- "

"Cre'al ma'am," he quickly corrected, interrupting her.

"Right! That's what I said- Cereal!" she insisted, once again mispronouncing his name.

Cre'al couldn't help but face-palm himself. Talon was really something else.

"Hey Talon," Cre'al called.

"Yeah?"

"Where were you headed to anyways?"

He only got one of her grins in response and continued on her way. It didn't take long for Talon to find her target. He was hard to miss.

"The taverns huh," she whispered under her breath as her amber eyes rolled to Cre'al whom she gave the moniker Freckles. "Say Crayola, what was your rush earlier?" she asked. Her frown surprised the young blond.

"Well, I was looking for Commodore Douche'," he answered.

Talon chuckled at the irony. "Have you looked in the brothels?" she inquired, watching his face turn as red as her halter top at the mere mention of the place.

"W-what? T-t-the brothels? That's just-," he stuttered from shock and embarrassment.

"How things are" She quietly finished for him with a small grin as she still led the way towards one of the upcoming taverns. 'He's probably at Lucky's.'

Ten Minutes Later In Front Of Lucky Dog's Tavern And Brothel...

The blue eyed cherub stared at her with something akin to worry and for what, she didn't know. But she supposed this would have to do if she wanted to get things done.

"I'll be seeing ya around kid."

Cre'al widened his eyes so that they teared slightly in the corners. He looked like a kicked puppy...sort of…

"But what if he's not here! Please come with me!" he pleaded with her. He didn't want to be alone with that man. He was horrid. Commodore Douche' was just as bad as his name suggested.

Talon looked at him considering her chances. "Fine, but don't think just because your cute that I'm going to protect you all the time. I'm not always going to be watching," she said firmly.

He beamed at her in delight. "Thank you so much, Talon. You won't regret it!" he happily exclaimed, hugging her waist to show his relief.

"Go on I'm right behind you," she assured him.

"Okay!"

Talon's grin turned predatory. The hunt was over, but the game was just beginning. Commodore Douche' wouldn't recognize her after her severe haircut. Her once long ginger bread colored hair was now styled into a wicked bob. The name change helped things along as well. Cereal was innocent that was for sure, but he may come in handy later. For now though, she was going to put her focus on one man only: Commodore Douche'.

She watched as Cre'al took hesitant steps into the tavern doors. He looked back, and she gave him one of her strange smiles that oddly comforted him and gave him reassurance to enter.

"I promise I'll be right behind you, I'm not going anywhere."

Cre'al had no idea what he had just walked into. His twelve years of living couldn't prepare him for the smells that assaulted his nose as soon as he walked in. The noxious odors weren't as bad as the sight that met his eyes: his mother attached to the commodore's neck like a leech. Whistling came from behind him, slowly coming to a halt when Talon took in the scene and his shock. He didn't notice the figure at his back pulling out a pistol to remove this nightmare from sight.

"I thought I told you I was right behind you," she said, pushing him out of the way.

Talon was having the time of her life. The Commodore looked so scared the air in the room practically reeked of it. She could see him trembling as he removed the dead body from his lap.

"Commodore Douche Bag, it's a pleasure to see you again," she murmured with a malicious grin on her face.

His eyes, a disgusting vomit green, snapped to her immediately in fury. "You hideous imp what is your problem! You owe me a new whore for the night!"

"I don't think so Douche'. I think it is you who owes me something," she said. There was no grin, no smile, but a smirk on her face that would send the devil praying. Commodore Douche' had no way out unless he had the balls to try and get past her. His chances? Less than 2.1.

"What do you want?" snarled Douche's' companion from the bar. He too was shaking like Douche', but it wasn't enough to make him immobile.

The damnable man had run out of luck when he chose to rush her head on with no one to back him up. No one could. They were already dead.

Not a sound came from him, stunned that one pistol was the cause of his death. The man had hit the floor dragging his beverage with him drenching his clothes in the freshly brewed liquid. His blood mixed with the beer making it nearly impossible to tell it was there.

"So, can we finally draw this to a close?" she asked, a full blown predator now. She was the hunter and he the prey.

"Stay away from me you nipply cock-sucker! I'm not making any kind of deals with you, wench!" he bellowed, fear making his voice sound too high.

As the Commodore continued to yell profanities at her, she could swear there was spittle flying out with them. 'He's giving me a headache,' she thought to herself.

Next thing the furious officer, knew he was flat on his spine spitting out teeth and blood instead of drool.

"I thought I might warn you. It might sting a bit," Talon drawled sarcastically.

Commodore's POV

The way she walked was like that of a leopard: deadly, patient, and hungry for the chase. Her eyes glowed with amusement, but there was something else there too. However, the fleeting emotion left as quickly as it came. The lighting in the tavern was poor, but he knew that she could still find him in just a few heart beats. His own were erratic and his teeth chattered - or what was left of them.

Who knew someone as harmless looking as this woman could do this much damage. It was unacceptable! He was a fucking Commodore! No lowly two bit dingus was going to get the upper hand. "You, over there!" he yelled angrily.

The yell was enough to snap one of the underlings out of his fearful daze. From the frightened yelp it seemed that the boy almost wet himself. "S-sir?" the terrified boy stuttered in response.

Stuttering -how he loathed it. This boy was truly pathetic. "Fetch my gun and meet me at the port, bring a few others with you. We're going to bring this vile toerag to justice," he ordered.

"Aw Commodore, leaving so soon?" she simpered mockingly to cover her laughter from the doorway that the chore boy was about to leave through.

"Poor thing...didn't stand a chance" she tutted waving her index finger at them.

The Captain couldn't move because he was too stunned by the quickness of her movements. The boy was on the floor, drowning in his own blood.

"Commodore, you know better than to get others involved with our play time,"she coldly chided him. Talon lowered her pistol as she said this but it didn't stay that way. The grin came back tenfold as she made her way to him, stepping over bodies as she went.

His mistake was blinking because she was suddenly right in his face. "Fuck," he muttered.

Talon's wicked chuckle met deaf ears as she snapped his neck.