Ace Strider
Ace leaned over the man she had been assigned to accompany to a party and eventually kill. " Do you know what your sin is?" she asks her knife still resting over the sick bastards heart. " It's Pride." she pushed the knife in a few inches, reveling in the mans pleads for mercy. " Please!" he cried desperately. " I'll give you anything you want, just please dont kill me!" Ace smiled sadistically. " Can you give me back the last 16 years of my life?" she asks almost sencerly. The man paled and didn't answer and she hammered the knife home. " Thought so." she says standing and walking out of the house.
An hour later Ace walked in to her tiny studio apartment, she could have gotten so much better with the amount the Mob was paying her, but she found this place much more comfortable. She picked up her phone as she walked in to her bed room, dialing John's number. She hoped he would answer, she needed to hear a frendly voice after what she had just done.