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Mia opened her eyes and saw a man leaning against a tree watching her. Luckily she still had her pistol in her pocket just in case he would try anything to harm her. Probably just some pervert. She thought to herself.

((OOC)) Hey could I get in this? Or is it a circle of friends thing? ((OOC))

((sure go ahead and post your character))

Shale waited for Ally to catch up. "So, what do you like? Tea? Coffee? Soda? Me, personally, I'm a tea person." In a quieter tone, so only Ally could hear him over the din of the street, "And who do you work for? There are a few things you need to know. First off, I'm a hired mercenary, no affiliations. Second off, it was pure chance that I asked to buy you a drink. You're a nice looking girl, looks lonely, so why not, I thought. So don't need to jump to any conclusions now." Raising his voice to a normal level again, Shale tried to spark a conversation on martial arts styles as they walked into the cafe they had just left.

Kikaru saw that she had noticed him so he began to walk towards the bench. Down the path a bunch of kids were skateboarding this way but Kikaru wasn't paying them much attention. As they started getting closer, one of them apparently did not see the girl laying on the bench and decided to do a trick off of it or something. As the kid went for the bench, Kikaru saw that he was going to hit the girl. He ran up to the bench and right before the kid hit her, kicked out the skateboard from under the kid's feet and caught the kid before he hit the ground. He put the kid down and gave him back his skateboard, "How about next time watching where you're going," he said, pointing back at the girl. The kid freaked out and ran off along with the rest of his friends. Kikaru turned around and looked at the girl, "That was a bit close don't you think?" he said smiling.

Name: Justin Case
Age: 19
Weapon: Sig SG550 A3
Assignment: I'm not sure who is left, some of the posts are confusing to say the least.

Personality: Justin is sarcastic and jaded. He has lived a hard nineteen-year-old life and it shows. He smokes and drinks, always hoping he can just make a connection with someone, anyone. He was a sniper and looking through his scope could be any target, distanced from him, he could imagine the target as something trivial, cans on a wooden fence. Wearing a mask and dark clothes for intimidation, Justin likes being cloaked in secrecy. Knives were for barbarians, pistols and machine guns lacked finesse. He was an old-world agent of death locked in an electronic environment.

Bio: Orphaned at an early age and raised in one of the handfuls of assassin compounds in the former Soviet bloc, Justin had no stomach for killing unless several hundred metres away. Perfecting his art at sixteen, his occupation took him to Singapore and Turkey. Whilst in Moscow he heard of some group of assassin girls that were in need of killing. Though a shame that murder was such a solitary profession he did need the money and more than likely the girls would have the same assignment. He would be damned if his name came across some desk. He took the mission and went to pack.

Appearance:

Other:

(OOC: SaveYou, if you're reading this, come have a drink with me. Until you respond, there isn't much more for me to say. )

Mia sat up and watched the kid with the skate board run of, "Yeah a close one." She pushed a strand of hair that was in her face behind her ear and looked at the boy. He couldn't be that bad if he had helped her, but she still kept her hand inside her pocket, the same pocket she had her gun in. She couldn't help but be suspious. That was how she was raised. Even she she hid this and gave a smile, "Thanks."

"No problem," Kikaru smiled, "I didn't mean to creep you out or anything by watching you from over there, it's just I was surprised," he sat down next to her. "Surprised that anyone as innocent looking as you could put a bullet in a man's chest like that," he smiled glancing over at her.

(OOC: I love how all of us guys seem so blunt and to the point, just coming out with knowing who the assassin girls are... lol)

Shale looked back and realized that Ally was still silent. He led her over to a table and sat her down. He wondered what had caught her tongue all of a sudden. Dumbstruck, he wandered over to the counter and ordered two teas. He scanned out the window and saw one of his colleagues talking with a girl in the park. He wondered if she was another mystery.

Name: Akatarou Hayashi
Age: 16
Weapon: Two Katanas
Assignment: Devany Grace O’Connor
Personality: Quiet, but outgoing.
Bio: Akatarou spent ten years training in a secret swords school, and was taught to be strict. His parents were killed in a mugging when he was six.
Appeareance:
Other: The swords he uses once belonged to his father.

Her eyes widened with suprise at first then a second later she had pinned him to the ground her pistol put of her pocket and pointed at the side of his head, "How did you know about that?" She said glareing down at him though her voice was more shaken then angered.

Shale relaxed. It seemed a strange thing to do, but he did. He lowered his facade, a mask of false emotions, and let a real smile through. The girl, he knew she had used a false name, was staring hard at him, trying to read him.

"I'm Nax 'Shale' Chan. I'm a mercenary who works with assorted governments including the American CIA, the French DGSE, the British MI6, the Swiss Guard, the Russian FSB, the Israeli Mossad, and others whom I'm not at liberty to mention. I take care of 'people' problems."

He stared at her.

"Your turn."

"Well you're certainly a quick one," Kikaru laughed, "Although it's not like i mind you on top of me." He smiled, "You should probably look at your left side," he said motioning to where his ninjato's point was placed against her side. "Now I don't like holding a blade to a pretty girl's side but you do kind of have a gun to my head, so do you think you could lower it?" Kikaru smiled again.

She felt the cold metal of a blade at her side but tried to ignore it, she wasn't going to put her gun down, "Just so I can let you kill me, I don't think so." She said and pressed it harder against his head, her finger on the trigger ready to shoot, "One wrong movement and your dead." She said getting in his face.

"I'm being quite honest when I said I thought you looked lonely. A pretty girl like you should have a guy on her arm when she walks down the street. It seemed unusual that you were alone. Not even any girlfriends with you. Even I have friends, not that I trust them that much, but I still hang around with them, rather than sitting alone at a coffee shop or cafe. So, you want to test that with a polygraph, or is that good enough? I still want to know some more about you. I've no harmful intentions. Unless of course you get targeted by someone, but I'd have a conflict of interest then, and would probably pass on the job. Funny, huh?"

"You know," he smiled, "You really are very cute." He reached up and pecked her on the cheek.


OOC: Sorry for the one liner but that's all it takes sometimes. Lol