Red looked up as Clown walked into her room. She pushed back from her computer, letting the wheels of her chair roll against the hardwood floors. She spun to face him and stopped the chair by digging the backs of her heels into the wood.

"Thanks," she said, "But no thanks. I don't use many weapons. A pistol is all I need, just in case. But, thank you anyway."
Red rarely used her weapons. She was more of a retrieval sort of assassin. The one you called when you wanted information, or when you wanted someone dead but you didn't want anyone to find out who did it. She was a master of posions and other creative ways of killing. She killed without drawing blood. The pistol was just backup. She'd never had to use it before. She wondered vaguely if that would ever change.