A/N: Our next applicant is dantesdarkqueen. Good luck.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

The club's owner eyed the new employee sent over to him from the Temporary Urgent Request Kiosk Staffing firm. She was a knock out, that was for sure. Dark green hair, cranberry red eyes. Real exotic. Plus, her short 5'1" frame was adorned with firm 36-C breasts. Very nice. Very nice, indeed.

"Can ya dance?" he asked. She nodded. "All right. I got a request from a good client for some private entertainment at his place. Sesmar Bordicelli. You up for it?"

"Sure thing, Boss."

Bordicelli watched the dancer over the rim of his glass. The smooth, techno beat coming from his Dolby surround sound stereo system thummed in time with his pulse as he followed the trail that her shirt had taken. Clad in only a bra, panties, garter belt complete with fish net thigh-highs, the dancer strutted around his make shift stage in four inch stilettos, her body undulating against the furniture in his office.

Oh, she was good.

The dancer bent over in front of him, giving him a good view of her thong. As she raised back up, she looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. "Any requestes?" she asked, pulling at her gloves with her teeth.

Bordicelli raised an eyebrow. "I want the stockings off," he groaned lowly. "Slowly. One at a time."

She smirked, coming down off the stage and kicking the stilettos off. Going to the right side of his chair, she placed her right foot on the arm, slowly unhooking the stocking from the garter belt and rolling the fish net down over her thigh, over her knee. She moved behind him in the chair, wrapping her leg around his chest and pulling the stocking completely off by the toe, running the skin of her bare leg over his face.

"Good?" she asked, trailing the stocking over his chin.

"Very," he moaned, closing his eyes.

He felt the fabric moved down to his neck. His eyes shot opened as he felt it tighten. Instantly, his hands came up to release the pressure building on his wind pipe, but it was no use. The material was pulled too tight. Within minutes, he was dead.

The dancer pulled the stocking up and attached it to the garter belt, slipping the stilettos back on and retrieving her discarded clothing. She 'dropped' something Bordicelli's lap as she walked by, pulling her leather trench coat over her form. Blowing him a kiss, she walked towards the door, stopping when it opened.

"Sesmar, I..."

The slutty blond stared down at the green haired woman. "Who are you?" she snapped.

The dancer smiled. "Entertainment," she replied. "You?"

"Scarlet."

She smiled again. "Too bad." With that, she sent a kick to the whore's chest, embedding the four inch spike into her heart. The dancer watched as the tramp fell lifeless to the floor. Wiping the blood off her shoe with the red dress of the dead woman, she made her way down the stairs to meet with her red headed 'guard'.

"Any problems?"

"A blond named Scarlet saw me as I was leaving," she replied as they walked toward the exit. "I took care of her though."

Reno stopped dead in his tracks. "Whoa," he said, looking back. "Scarlet? As in The Red Bitch?"

"She was wearing a trashy red dress."

Reno back tracked to see if his suspicions were correct. "It thought her robo thingy killed her!" he commented.

She grabbed his arm. "Reno, we've gotta go," she said, dragging him with her. "I 'dropped' something in Bordicelli's lap as I left."

Reno grabbed her hand and broke into a run. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "When you drop shit, things go 'BOOM'!"

They ran through some streets and alleys until they came to an opening where Reno had landed the chopper. "Your chariot, milady," he said as he climbed in beside her. Flicking a few switches, they were in the air in no time. "How long time the 'ka-blammo'?" he asked.

She checked her watch. "Fifteen seconds," she replied.

"Damn," he chuckled. "You don't give yourself much time, do you, Akalara?"

"I set deadlines for myself and meet them," she replied.

Reno spun the chopper to face the buidling and watched as green and red sparks shot out with the explosion. He turned and grinned at her. "One of Rude's?" he asked.

Akalara smirked. "Mine."

Mission Report: Target eliminated using a thigh-high fish next stocking as strangulation device; former ShinRa Executive Scarlet also eliminated by stiletto heel to the heart; both bodies were in the building when the explosion occurred and deemed unidentifiable.

Turk Assigned: Akalara

Status: Rookie

Specialty: Stealth assassinations, 'accidental' demolition and explosions, undercover espionage, sabatoge and firearms

Target: Sesmar Bordicelli, Drug Lord in Old Midgar

Dealth by: Strangulation

Mission Complete

A/N: Are we having fun yet? Credit for the term 'The Red Bitch' goes to dantesdarkqueen. Feather Wolf...you're up next! Reviews are loved.