You found a phone number imprinted on the other side of the card. You dug out your phone and started dialing.

Gabriel Reyes is dead…

The phone rang, and the Talon recruiters sly voice picked up.

"Miss?" You heard the snarl-like smile in his voice.

"I accept your offer," you replied coldly. He hung up without another comment. Your phone timed out and you saw your disheveled features in the black screen. Something inside of you was afraid of the gleam in your eyes, but it was quickly corned and beaten by the rest of you. You forced air in and out of your nose.

Jack Morrison is alive.

Card still in hand, you flipped it back over. Retribution. Jack did something. He caused something. He hurt someone. You could only half answer what and who, you still had questions.

And you were going to get answers.

Your knees toppled and you kneeled on the chilly floor. You chuckled.

You would hunt him if you had to.

The convulsions of laughing was making your heart pound viciously.

He'll answer everything.

The chuckling became louder giggles. You smiled wickedly, staring into your own reflection again.

It doesn't matter if he needs to be at the end of a gun to do it.

Your shoulders rocked with your vision.

Or the edge of a knife.

Your giggles turned to laughs.

"Why are you alive?"

Your laughs were thunderous, your heart took after them. The eyes of the person in the phone were swirling. You suffocated on a 'ha' because of the doorbell.

"Ding! Ding! DING! DING! DING." you yelled in you head. You scraped yourself off the floor. It was the recruiter. He was wearing the same unusual clothes, just this time with a belt. It had one, visible, cylinder pocket, the rest was hidden under his hoodie. He smiled calmly at you state. You thought messy hair, heaving, and crazy eyes would set off some reaction. But he just looked at you like this is what he expected this. He smiles to much, you growled to yourself. You gave him a sarcastic smile back, his dropped slightly. Good. He pushed past you again and flocked straight to the dining table. He swiftly yanked out that tablet again. You openly expressed your disgust at it on your face. He smirked slightly. The tablet started up, a contract appearing on the screen. Head down, you stared at the recruiter with thin eyes. His face was neutral now, eyes half lidded, lips curled down a little, and pupils dull.

"All you need to do is sign, miss," he hissed his 's' like a snake, accenting to spite you. He held a tablet pen to you. You huffed and started reading the contract. You work towards your goal, and help Talon on a few other missions, in return they supply you, pay you, and provide accommodation. You hadn't expected a place to live, but you weren't complaining. It was basically just a job. Well, I am unemployed now. You saw no big flaw in your quick skim through and yanked the pen away from him.

"Why is it digital, don't you use paper?" you touched the pen to the screen. This is it. Your heart skipped a few beats and the breath was kicked out of your lungs. You signed you name.

Retribution.

The recruiter smiled almost warmly. You replied with a suspicious look. You knew that smile wasn't well-intentioned, his eyes said it all.

"Because paper is destructible. Digital is forever," he said, that foul smirk covering his face. Systems on alert, you drilled your gaze into his. His wasn't cold anymore, they were somewhere between angry and happy. Murderous eyes. You alarms proving to be right, he lunged at you, something sharp in hand. You didn't have time to try and guess what he was holding, you just threw yourself out the way. He tumbled and landed on his knees. You swiveled around. He was holding a syringe full of some dark purple liquid. It shined like pearls under the light. He cursed and jumped back up. He was charging at you before you could even inhale. You jumped out the way again and ended up behind him. He turned his head to you kicking the back of his knees with everything you had. He crumpled. The back of his head thudding against the ground stained your ears. He groaned. You started for the door. You squealed as his hand crushed your ankle and you fell down too. Your nose hit the floor first. At first it didn't feel like anything. You could hardly breathe out of it. You gasped when the pain kicked in. It was were dazed, vision fuzzy from hitting the hardwood. By the time the room had returned to something conceivable there was a hand grasping for your throat. And then wicked face of the recruiter showed itself. He scooped up the syringe. You were fighting for air and squirming. Your hands clawed at his wrist, trying to pry it off you face got closer,

"I feel so alive. Don't you?" he chuckled maniacally. The syringe was close to your neck. You panicked. This man was taller and heavier than you, you couldn't throw him off. In desperation you fought your instinct and stopped clawing at his wrist. You sent a finger and nail at his eye. You gagged at the wetness on your fingertips. He shouted in pain and jerked his head back. His jerk made his hand draw the syringe further from your neck. You took the chance to scratch his hand hard, he let for of the syringe. You reached it and crunched the syringe in your palm. The glass shattered. You forgot the horror of plunging a finger into someone's eye by the pain of glass embedding itself into your flesh. You hand shook in agony when the purple liquid covered your hand. You saw the skin turn a horrifying white, the colour in your skin evaporating into steam. You gulped down air, eyes widening at the sight. The man had started to suck up the pain of his eye. You thought quickly and grabbed the biggest shard of glass you could see and thrust it into his side. He cried out again. You pushed him back, he fell from his crouched position above you, he was finally off. He was now resting on his elbow, stomach up, holding his side with his eye closed. You took the chance and kicked the glass shard, which he was yet to pull out. You tried blocked the sight of the glass shard pushing into his body. He yelled and rolled over. You stood up quickly and made a run for it. You assumed he took a jump because before you knew it your head was being yanked back, he had you hair.

"If you don't want the syringe, I guess I'll just have to find another way of knocking you out!" he snarled. He pulled you close to him and you elbowed his side. You must have struck close to bull's-eye because he hunched over in pain. You wrapped both arms around his head and used your whole body weight to flip him. Something must have caught because you got yanked with him. Surprisingly, you balanced yourself and didn't fall, whatever stuck to him detached. You heard a faint 'Tink' over your own heavy breaths. The man was on his back, hoodie pushed up and stomach exposed. You could see the glass wound. He shook his head and went to stand up. But stopped to stare at something sparkly on the ground. You looked glanced down, it was a grenade pin. Your stomach nearly dropped through the floor. The recruiter scrambled to pull the bottom of his hoodie out of his view. On his belt was three orbs, all full of a similar purple substance to the syringe. This one was a lighter shade, almost pink looking. It was a gas. Your breathe got sucked out of you, dread seizing you. When you looked closer you saw all but one had their pins in.

"Oh shit," you heard the Talon agent speak before a loud hissing sound filled the room. The pink-purple gas followed after. You couldn't see, and you certainly couldn't breathe either. You tried your best to fight your will to inhale but it didn't work and you took sharp, painful breathes. Your vision was slipping out of place, everything seemed to be were panicking, obviously beginning to faint. You thought your eyelids were closing, but you didn't know. The drowsiness started taking control. You felt like you were wobbling, you probably were. The last thing you saw was the Talon recruiter stepping out from behind the gas, clicking a mask over his face.

You stepped into the shower, basically moaning at the feeling of hot water hitting your skin. Closing your eyes, you felt content. You let yourself soak for a bit and began to hum to the song you had put on. Your hips swayed to the took some shower gel, and dragged your hands across your curves whilst dancing. It was good to appreciate your own body sometimes. You rubbed the soap in and joined in the chorus to the song with the singer. Once it was over you were back to making sure all the soap was off you whilst swaying. You flipped, face to the wall. Still swinging your hips and butt around in (what you thought) was a somewhat sexy way, you grabbed shampoo. You were scratching it in when you heard a rustle behind you. You froze. Slowly turning around you saw Gabriel's smirking face.

"How long have I had an audience for?" you questioned, embarrassed. He blushed a little but crossed his arms.

"Long enough for me to get a little aroused," he played, you snorted loudly.

"Are you going to join me or just watch? Because I gotta let you know you need to pay to watch." he laughed this time, taking off his shirt.

"I'll join as long as I get half the profits we make,"

"Half! I'll split 30% to you," you teased, acting outraged. "We all know that everyone's here for me anyway," you posed, pouting innocently. Gabriel climbed into the shower with you, resting his hands on your hips.

"Damn right," he growled, deep voice resonating inside you. You smiled at him lovingly.

You eyes shot open to a bright room and the end of a bed. It had dark concrete walls that looked like the paint had scratched off decades ago. The bed frame was rusted and looked like it would crumble any second now. There was a door in front of you. You took a look at the bed you were on, a cheap old one with a spring mattress and white covers. And, to your great disturbance, the sheets you lay on had dark brownish-red stains on them.

"W-where….." you mumbled. You flinched at the deep pain in you chest.

"Don't talk." Some deep voice commanded. You froze, slowly turning to see who was there. A large, broad man stood in my the corner. He was wearing a long, black, raincoat? He had a owl skull for a face so you couldn't make out much more than leather, spikes, and black. His figure rang a bell to you.

"H-How long was I out?" you questioned, more confident than you ever would have expected from yourself. He growled, the rough noise reverberated in your chest. His fists clenched, but he just huffed and turned his head away. His hands relaxed again,

"A few days, Your lucky the recruiter was kind enough to get you a gas mask too. Anymore and your heart wouldn't be working now." He told you in his smoker voice. You stared into the black holes in his mask, he stared back. Frowning, you tried to remember where you had seen him before. He snapped his head away eventually and walked towards the door. It clicked,

"Wait!" He stopped midway, still facing away from you. He tilted his head to the side slightly.

"You're…" He jerked, shoulder scrunching upwards. He sat there in anticipation.

"..you're the Reaper, right?" He took a moment, but he relaxed again. He sighed in annoyance at you. You gave him an scowl. Reaper turned his head back to the door and ignored you before striding out.