Jin Tsubaito
Jin sped up his pace of running as he chased after his target. It was a woman, maybe a year or so older than him, and his eyes were set on taking her down, even though she was female. Often, he would have let her go, causing conflicts within the organization that he just ignored, but this one kind of got on his nerves and he wasn't looking to flirt anymore.
The woman made her first mistake by running forward while Jin took a height advantage, jumping off the stairs he climbed and rolling before he hit the ground to break the fall. The woman paused immediately, seeing how the young adult was in front of her and would be caught if she just ran backwards by the actual police.
"Gotcha dear~" Jin said, pointing his pistol at her, little hesitation in his eyes and holding out the other hand, "I'll be taking back that code of yours, love. I can't let you go stealing that much money from the bank. Now usually I'd let you go, but I do recall me having to had already given you that chance. Lets see... wasn't that last week? Ah yes, it was. And I told you to stop that thieving habit of yours, right?"
He walked closer to the woman and put the pistol to her head and said again, "The code now, if you'd please."
The woman growled angrily, but reluctantly took a piece of paper from her pocket, and gave it to him, a look of regret on her face as she turned away and frowned. Jin checked that it was the right paper before putting it in his own pocket and winking, "Thanks now, love. I really appreciate it. If I didn't get this, I'd lose my job!"
The woman spit at him before snarling, "Go lose that job for all I care, and while you're at it, go die also! Now let me leave!"
"Oh, feisty are we?" Jin chuckled at her personality, and within the blink of an eye, he shot the bullet, a kind looking smile still on his face even though he had a splatter of blood on it, and on his clothes along with the fact that he just killed a woman, "But I can't let you go after what you've commit, love."
He wiped the small trace of blood from his cheek, smearing it a bit as he whistled a cheerful tune and began to walk back to the base in the city, which was basically a run down apartment that belonged to them. He heard the police sirens ring behind him while he made his way back, but paused and turned around, "Oh wait."
Jin walked back to the woman and took out a paper in his pocket before placing it in her hands.
"Jin was here loves~ Give your thanks to the Secret Police~ "
He always left that after he killed someone or solved a case to give the credit to the organization he was in, and to himself of course since he wanted some credit as well, "Alright, time to go back now." Jin walked back to the base for the last time, not turning around, even though he knew the police were right on his tail.
Ayano Tsubaito
Ayano, also, had a target of her own. She was severed from her group, just like her brother, but that was mainly because she already knew how to lure her opponent into the trap, and close the gates before he could escape.
She was at the bar, doing her part time job there as the waitress. In the corner of the room was a suspicious and dark looking man who was typing onto a computer. There was only one more person in the bar, and that was one of the people apart of the organization used as a mere distraction. The boss of the bar left Ayano to close up since she was trusted, and the only costumer for the night was the one sitting in the corner, or, the one who she was supposed to take care of.
While she set down a drink for the "other costumer", she went back to the bar to grab a small cup of sake before walking over to the one in the corner. But she wasn't really going to serve him his drink obviously. Just before she could reach him and set down the cup, she accidentally tripped, and spilled the sake all over his computer, which spazzed a bit and then made a small explosion.
"I-I'm so sorry dear! I didn't mean to!" Ayano acted out before grabbing a napkin and patting him down since some of the alcoholic beverage was spilt over him as well, "I can pay for the computer! Name your price! I swear!"
"Why you little-" The man began but then stopped when he sighed and muttered, "I don't care. Just get out of my face. I'm leaving."
He headed for the door, and was just about to open it, but when he tried to push, it didn't budge, and when he tried to pull, it didn't budge either, "What the hell is this... a prank?" He growled and turned to Ayano who simply smiled, but it seemed more dark than happy and cheerful.
"I don't think I'm allowed to let you go. That's what my boss tells me, and he's not the one that owns the bar, dear." Ayano told him. The other costumer, who was apart of the organization, stood from his chair and walked up to him as she continued, "Sorry, but it's about time you took a break from work, isn't that right?"
"W-what?" The man asked, his last words seeming to be faintly breathed from his mouth before his vision disappeared, the last thing he remember being the white haired woman's smile. Or... perhaps it was a smirk.