A/N: Our next applicant is Feather Wolf. Good luck.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Tucker sat in a corner table in the darkest part of the bar, counting out his gil and chomping on a cigar. He'd just been paid his thirty pieces of silver for his treachery. The Turks had been given false information and were actually in the process of entering a trap. All their new recruits plus their leader would be dead at sunrise.

And Tucker...was now a semi-wealthy man.

He eyed the bar's newest waitress, a pretty young thing with curly light brown hair that bounced tauntingly over her breasts. Stan, the owner, had told him he'd got her from the Temporary Urgent Request Kiosk Staffing firm since his normal girl got herself knocked up nine months ago and was having her kid right now. Stupid bitch. Though, it did give Tucker an opportunity to meet this cute little thing. He could almost picture her in a pink lace baby doll, sucking a lollipop and clutching a teddy bear, while he smacked her ass and she called him 'Daddy'.

The curls and breasts bounced over to him, removing his empty beer bottle and replacing it with a new one. He grinned and stuck 100 gil down the front on he pleated skirt and gave her ass a firm smack as she walked away. The drunks at the bar gave him a murderous look as she walked back to them, but she placated them with a dazzling smile and more booze, sending Tucker himself a seductive wink.

His night just kept getting better and better.

Tucker paid his tab and motioned for the new waitress to follow him outside. She smiled and slipped out, telling Stan she was taking a break.

She leaned back against the wall of the alley, Tucker boxing her in. "Meet me at the cafe two blocks down on the corner after your shift," he told her. "I'll buy you breakfast."

Smiling, she nodded her head, allowing him to lean forward and kiss her cheek. She watched as he walked away, ripping holes into her stockings as he rounded the corner. She took her fists and landed a solid punch to her left eye and bloodied her bottom lip. She then slammed herself against the wall, giving only a small grunt as she dislocated her shoulder. With a smirk, she limped back into the bar.

The bar cleared as she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing hysterically.

"What happened?" Stan asked, moving to help her to her feet.

"That guy," she whispered. "He wanted to pay me for sex, but I told him I wasn't a prostitute. That's when he kissed me and slammed me against the wall. He hit me and tried to rape me but got spooked by a noise in the alley and bolted off. He was headed for that cafe on the corner..."

Nine drunks hit the door, intent on murder. Stan gave her some ice for her eye and lip, then told her to get to the emergency room for her shoulder. He called and paid for a cab to take her, telling her to take the next night off.

That was the last he saw of her.

The waitress looked out the window of the cab she rode in, watching as the paramedics placed Tucker in a body bag and sealed him up.

"You really didn't have to get that extreme, Feather," her driver said, glancing over at her.

She gave him a small smile. "Had to make it believable," she told him.

Tseng sighed and pulled into a vacant parking lot. He reached over and brushed a handful of curly locks behind her ear, stroking her swollen lip with his thumb. She closed her eyes slightly and leaned into the touch of the handsome Wutain. His hand drifted to her shoulder as he leaned forward to kiss her tenderly, snapping her dislocated shoulder back into place. Feather hissed threw her teeth and glared at him.

"Bastard," she said, biting his lip.

Tseng stroked her cheek gently. "Just remember, you're not the only one who can bull shit."

Mission Report: Target eliminated by massive trama to the head, internal hemmorhaging and three broken ribs which punctured target's left lung

Turk Assigned: Feather

Status: Rookie

Speciality: Undercover ops, bullshit artist, improvisation, martial arts

Target: Tucker, Renegade Turk Informant for the Slums

Death by: Enraged drunks

Mission Successful

A/N: MWAH HA HA HA! Killing fictional pricks is fun! Serenitychan13...since you are clinically insane, we have to send you out on another mission to better analyze your killing ability. Begin preparations for your next assignment...now.