05-27-2014, 04:50 AM
Ayden had left Connor to met her contact. The man who had hired her. She called him Mr. Black. It was something she called nearly all her contacts. They never gave their names, sometimes they were far more careless, but Ayden never remembered their names. She put a mental block on those things, it was far easier to deny something you don't know. And Ayden was not in to getting caught.
Natalia was ready, she had been practicing her Americanized Russian for some time. It really wasn't hard, but Ayden knew how to act, she could have done many other things in life, but right now in this moment, it was about not getting caught in her lies.
They were meeting in some shit hole of a bar, Ayden grabbed the power of her gift and held it close, at the ready, but more for the enhanced senses. Sight, sounds were near crystal clear, the only downside was the smells, this place was horrid.
Natalia opened the door and every eye turned to look at her. She was mostly unarmed, a small pistol in her bag was there if necessary, but she had a more powerful weapon at the ready. The man she had talked told her to meet him in the corner of the bar, he'd be waiting.
And in all honesty of a bad man, a man sat in the corner booth surrounded by three other thugs. Ayden wished at that very moment she had brought more than that small pistol, or that she'd even gotten out of bed in the first place. Thoughts of Connor drifted into her mind. He would definitely not like this. What the hell was she gonna do about that? As troubling as the thought was Ayden pushed the thought back, put on a classy smile and walked, no swayed towards the men. Even a business suit could be made to make a man's eyes see what she wanted them too. But if they touched, that would be a far different story.
Natalia sat down across the table from the man, she knew there was a gun pointed at her stomach. She wove a wall of air, hoping to the high heaves it would be enough should this turn bad. "I didn't expect the Phoenix to be a woman."
Natalia smiled sweetly at the man. "And I expected you to be alone."
He laughed a large jolly laugh, one you expected from a right fat jolly Santa Clause and he waved his men away and put his hand under the table.
He slide her a file folder. "Him, dead, now. No waiting, as soon as possible, everything you need is here."
Ayden filliped open the folder and the images were clear. A name at the top with an amount listed. She looked up at him and nodded. It was very clear that he wanted him dead, so much so he sang a 6 figure tune. Not something Ayden could pass up. He must really be a thorn in his side. "Half now, half when done. I have expenses that need taking care of."
"Of course." He tapped a few things on his wallet and handed it to Ayden to see the numbers. Then he clicked the transfer button. "Done.
Ayden nodded, and slowly got up from the table. "He'll be dead in less than a week."
Ayden got up from the table and left the disgusting bar. She held the power until she was back on the metro. There was no point being under cautious when dealing with thugs like that man. She took a deep breathe and headed home. She hoped Connor wasn't around, she didn't want to explain anything, not right now.
Natalia was ready, she had been practicing her Americanized Russian for some time. It really wasn't hard, but Ayden knew how to act, she could have done many other things in life, but right now in this moment, it was about not getting caught in her lies.
They were meeting in some shit hole of a bar, Ayden grabbed the power of her gift and held it close, at the ready, but more for the enhanced senses. Sight, sounds were near crystal clear, the only downside was the smells, this place was horrid.
Natalia opened the door and every eye turned to look at her. She was mostly unarmed, a small pistol in her bag was there if necessary, but she had a more powerful weapon at the ready. The man she had talked told her to meet him in the corner of the bar, he'd be waiting.
And in all honesty of a bad man, a man sat in the corner booth surrounded by three other thugs. Ayden wished at that very moment she had brought more than that small pistol, or that she'd even gotten out of bed in the first place. Thoughts of Connor drifted into her mind. He would definitely not like this. What the hell was she gonna do about that? As troubling as the thought was Ayden pushed the thought back, put on a classy smile and walked, no swayed towards the men. Even a business suit could be made to make a man's eyes see what she wanted them too. But if they touched, that would be a far different story.
Natalia sat down across the table from the man, she knew there was a gun pointed at her stomach. She wove a wall of air, hoping to the high heaves it would be enough should this turn bad. "I didn't expect the Phoenix to be a woman."
Natalia smiled sweetly at the man. "And I expected you to be alone."
He laughed a large jolly laugh, one you expected from a right fat jolly Santa Clause and he waved his men away and put his hand under the table.
He slide her a file folder. "Him, dead, now. No waiting, as soon as possible, everything you need is here."
Ayden filliped open the folder and the images were clear. A name at the top with an amount listed. She looked up at him and nodded. It was very clear that he wanted him dead, so much so he sang a 6 figure tune. Not something Ayden could pass up. He must really be a thorn in his side. "Half now, half when done. I have expenses that need taking care of."
"Of course." He tapped a few things on his wallet and handed it to Ayden to see the numbers. Then he clicked the transfer button. "Done.
Ayden nodded, and slowly got up from the table. "He'll be dead in less than a week."
Ayden got up from the table and left the disgusting bar. She held the power until she was back on the metro. There was no point being under cautious when dealing with thugs like that man. She took a deep breathe and headed home. She hoped Connor wasn't around, she didn't want to explain anything, not right now.