Sorry for the short update and taking a long time. College has been keeping me busy and I'm one class away from graduating and I'm on a job hunt.


Assassination, that wasn't the word she liked. A more apt word was 'bounty hunting,' there was a beautiful difference. For one, she wasn't killing a bad person, it was someone that deserved it. Be it a legionnaire, a raider, or even a dipshit gangster. Sure she got paid, but it was for the good of all people. As Joshua said, when killing is done righteously, it's a chore, except in her case she got paid. A lot.

Six tucked her knees to her chest, leaning her back on the frame of her bed. She stared at the screen, unsure of how to even respond to this bizarre situation. Her thumb hovered over the screen.

Sure

Great, how about Fifth Plaza at 3PM? I'll bring Raven too!

What kind of name was Raven?

Alright, I'll see you there.

The next day, Six waited at the plaza. The sun brightly shone on the shoppers. The bustling noises still took time to be acclimated to, even now the crowds made her hands stay close to her holster. On the other hand, not being noticed despite being armed brought comfort to her. Six sat at a bench, watching the people pass by. She raised her head and turned back, seeing Summer and who she guessed was Raven. Summer beamed with brimming excitement while Raven wore an impassive frown.

"Heya!"

Six waved.

"Hello."

"This is Raven." Summer gestured toward her friend. "Raven this is Six."

"Six?" Raven stared down, "Did your parents stop naming their kids after the third one or something?"

Six brushed her hair to reveal the ever present scar. Though it seemed the scar didn't faze or even elicited a bit of reaction, save for a slightly widened gaze that disappeared quickly. Summer however, covered her gaping mouth and looked her with so much pity as if she was on a deathbed.

"Amnesia."

Raven observed her scar briefly. Six stared back, she stood against Lanius and Oliver eye to eye. A girl like her, even if she could kill her in a blink of an eye, was not afraid of her. Six moved her hand back down. Raven nodded.

"Fair enough. Come on then, we're wasting daylight."

Summer leaned to Six's ear.

"Sorry about that, Raven's a bit prickly."

Six shrugged tepidly.

"It's alright, I had a friend like that."

Of course, the first store they arrived at was a weapons store, one that catered to melee lovers. Six followed behind Summer, observing every choice of her preference. Blotches of ugly green and black painted the store's walls and floor. Blades of all shapes and sizes are stuck on racks.

"Huh."

At a small portion of the aisle, a generous rack displayed an array of knives. From the smallest pocket knives to the biggest combat daggers. A knife with an odd curve caught her interest. Summer and Raven joined in on the knife shopping. Summer pointed at a knife with an ivory handle with an engraved blade.

"Check out the engravings! Isn't it cute?"

The engraving had thorny vines with roses, and a rose engraving on the handle.

"Engravings don't give you any tactical advantage." Six said.

Summer's turn to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, but it's cute!"

Raven rolled her eyes, while Six raised an eyebrow.

"Cute?"

"Ignore her, she's weird."

Summer crossed her arms.

"Am not."

"You talk to your weapon."

Summer crossed her with an indignant frown.

"And?"

"You once put a bow on it and took pictures of it for an hour." Raven said.

Summer averted their disturbed gaze.

"Ok, maybe a little weird…"

The day continued on, Six kept her words to a minimum while observing what Summer liked, mostly weapons. Raven, however, provided an obstacle. The two huntresses and a courier sat at a small table. Warm and dim amber lights lighted the wooden furniture, and the light colors of the cafe were easy on the eyes. Summer blanched at the type of coffee that Raven and Six chose. Summer held her chocolate-blended espresso.

"How can you drink that? It's just coffee."

"Exactly, it's coffee," Raven said.

The urgent chime of Six's scroll shrilled, Six quickly raised the scroll to her ears.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, ma'am. We have sent a package to a mailbox at your choice of motel. Please come pick it up as soon as possible."

"I understand, thank you." Six quickly placed a stack of lien, far more than three coffees would cost "Gotta go, I'll see you guys later."

"Wait Six-"

Without any words, the Courier left. In the reception area of the motel, a vanilla folder waited for her at the reception, and no one took the folder surprisingly. Inside her room, Six read over the documents and sneered, there was hardly a single important piece of information. Save for one.

"A skull mask dual wielding a sickle, last seen in the outskirts of Mistral…"

Scant information aside, weapon shops and other services of Vale's underworld became available for her. Summer did not deserve death, that much was clear, another weight of guilt would have been added to her many guilt-ridden past. Six examined This Machine, she ran her hand on the old wooden body, the notches on the stock, and the shining metal parts of the rifle. He served her well, as did Lucky and Misfortune.

"They won't do you any good, killing a huntress is a dangerous sport, killer."

The Devil's eyes glowed in a purple hue in the dark corner of her room. Then, the body materialized like snow piling up, but instead of white fluffy flakes, red slops of flesh piled. Six chagrined at the gruesome sight.

"Let's hear your advice then."

"May I suggest therapy?"

"I meant killing that skull-masked woman, jackass."

He let out a soft yet growling chuckle, like that of a Yao Guai's.

"Aim far away as possible, and don't miss."

Six rolled her eyes.

"No shit."

"Then I don't have much to advise you on. I'll be watching you, Courier Six."

The devil's body whitened, then scattered into nothing. On her bed was a familiar friend, her anti-material rifle. The rifle's familiar weight comforted her like her armor and guns. A heavy gun with an unruly kick, even with her modifications the rifle still posed a challenge. Along with few magazines and ammo, nothing seemed to have changed.

"Hello, Henry."

Six pulled the bolt back, then smiled at the clean mechanisms. Credit where it's due, The Devil at least took care of her weapons. She wondered then, what weapons can he bring back? The variety of arsenal went from the smallest .22 pistol to Fatboy, and she wouldn't mind having one of those again.

"Mistral, here I come…"