That was.. unexpected....

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He wasn't sure what was more interesting, the fact that she was
hinting,
or the fact that she was a self confessed cold blooded killer.
"Well what are you waiting for lover boy lead the way..." She leaned
in and kissed his neck.
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John was looking at the ceiling of his room, lying next to Amber,
whose hair was brushing slightly over his face. the ceiling was a
dark navy blue, not black... he didnt use black. He sighed. He knew
exactly how things worked. In precisely fourteen minutes his holo-
pager would ring twice. This was his signal to go and meet his boss
for the days task. Usually it was very base, very easy and very
boring. Sometime it was slightly more interesting, a challenge. These
were the tasks he enjoyed, the tasks he lived for. They also paid
well, but he had enough money, he never had to spend any anyway, if
he wanted a car, one would turn up in his garage, if he wanted a
weapon, a parcel would arrive, if he wanted a women, someone would
magically take a shine to him within the hour. It was boeing, he had
everything he wanted, but was not free. Sure, he could leave anytime
he wanted, and even if he wasnt followed and escaped to a remote
island he still wouldnt be free. Not truely... he could never escape
the prison of his mind... nothing was... interesting anymore...
Two minutes until it rang. He got up and slipped on his usual attire.
A chintin undershirt, weighing little more than leather and made of
knitted High tensile steel, it was the modern day chainmail, it could
turn aside a blade and even deflect a bullet occasionally. Over that
was his more normal clothing, a Dark Blue silk shirt and maroon silk
neck tie. Fashionable at the moment, and useful in a pinch to cover
the face. Well made Dark Khakis, pistinely kept without a single mark
and finally as it was raining out, a long coat edging onto being a
cape, also dark. The pager rang. His meeting was due, Amber hadnt
stirred yet. But he knew how things worked, he'd go, do his work,
come back and she'd of gone, no trace of her being there. If she left
of her own accord or if his boss didnt like anyone getting to close
and removed her, he didnt know... or care.. it had happend before,
far to many times. It was boring...
He took the back entrance through the cloak room and bar storage to
the boss'es office. He was sitting in exactly the same clothes as he
did every day. John smiled slightly, hed been expecting this, and
he'd been right.
"Well John.. if theres one thing I can say about you, is that your
puntual"
"As Always sir...." He knew hed say that to.
"Well, keep it up. Anyway, today, we have slightly more interesting
for you. Last night we got reports that one of our security team was
assaulted and killed by a potential assassin for one of the Triad.
This Security member was a good friend of mine, and I would
appreciate it very much if you would terminate the assailants
contract"
"I shall get right on it and investigate sir.."
"No need" John was almost shocked. He hadnt expected that. This Job
suddenly became interesting.
"Sir?"
"We have word that the assailant is currently In a derilict house a
mile away near the old city. We shall take you there, but
unfortunatly, its a one man job. Were not sure how many are there and
dont want to walk into a trap"
This sounded more like it. Everything was unknown, everything a
suprise, he'd have to relie on his wits this time.
"Any blueprints of the house? A photo-ID of the target?"
"No"
The Job sounded to perfect. It sounded almost.. interesting. He could
actually focus on this one.
"When do I start?"
"Right now, but first, how about some breakfast?"
A little over an hour later they arrived in the house. The Boss had
left a while before hand to take care of some business, and he was
currently in a car on the outskirts of a ruined street, houses torn
down. Perfect for an Ambush if they sent in all the men. Perfect for
him. He saw the house in question, it was large, possibly once quite
majestic, now falling down, wooden beams snapped in two. He planned
his entrance carefully. He was felling excited, something that didnt
happen often. He began his approach. It was quiet. He came into the
building through a shaded old door. It was broken and a beam coverd
most of it. He saw some stairs heading down, a cellar perhaps, and
movement from there. Just shuffeling really, perhaps a homeless
stray, perhaps the target. He edged down the stairs silently. He
peered in, in the centre of the room was a chair, it was occupied, ho
couldnt make out the occupant as it was dark, and they were facign
the other way. A hand dropped onto his shoulder.
"So, what do you think? Its the target" The Boss smiled and handed
John a gun. He hated guns. The boss had never seemed like a stealthy
man, but John swore he hadnt heard a thing. His head rushed for a
second, why was he here? How did he know...
A Light turned on, illuminating the chair, Amber was sitting in it,
around were about 6 of the more adept gangers, armed. This was...
definalty unexpected... althhough not interesting anymore.. anther
feeling... He wanted to save her...
"Your target John"
"I.. I cant kill her! Not in cold blood!" He lied. He could kill in
cold blood, but chose not to. But mainly, he didnt want to kill her
because... because... he wasnt sure.
"She killed our friends John, shes the target. Now its either The
target, or you John."
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OOC-i thought this would lead into another nice lil JP Ms. Becca!