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- Sep 5, 2017
It was a late Fall evening in Neo San Tokyo, the city known for sin. For all of the embracing of modern technology, much of the city was the dilapidated ruins of San Francisco. If you were looking to be involved in seedy business, this was the place to go. There were bars, gambling dens, brothels and more. If you were looking to hide out from the authorities, there was no other city left in New Americas that was as lawless. This lead to many gangs being formed, some so influential that they were able to pay off the sparsely staffed law enforcement staff in order to operate as they wished.
The Renaissance gang, Reira’s employer for this job, was known for dealing in sex trafficking and drugs as their preferred manner of making money. Territory, naturally, was a big concern for them. And in order to ensure that their interests were best protected, they had no issues making sure to secure the best assassins that money could buy. It was best to keep them from being on the payroll, that way the chances of being investigated
The organization that trained the best killers from had no name, as they preferred to keep things as secretive as possible. The organization was led by a former yakuza boss, who stepped down in order to train adept killers. The boss had lost his family in an attack by a rival gang, and felt he had nothing to lose. So he was sure to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again under the watchful eye of one of his proteges. But the price for a fully trained assassin was steep, causing them to be severely limited in number due to the harshness of the training and the length of time it took to train them.
Of course, getting human lives when they were babies was an expensive endeavor. Generally, the organization tended to buy the time of former drug addicts, living homeless on the streets. They would promise a steep sum in order to have a year of their lives and womb. From there, they would be weaned off the drugs for the duration of the pregnancy, with the promise of enough money to fund a lifetime of a bad drug habit. Then, the women would be artificially inseminated with the seed of skilled mercenaries, hoping to breed a superior killer. After the child was born, generally through c-section, the women were sold off through the sex slave trade or killed.
The children would proceed to enter a life of training and challenges. Generally, a training group started with 30 children, and was lucky to finish with a third still alive. The challenges of their life was too much for many of them, dying of various causes. Most commonly tended to be multiple injuries due to the brutal training. Not to mention, every year, the weakest of the training group was eliminated by the superior students. Their bodies were then burned and ashes tossed away, having no family to claim them.
Once the children reached the age of 13, they were then taken to auction and sold off for millions of dollars. Buyers came from all over the world to purchase the product. There was never any shortage of buyers, but there was a finite supply of product. From that point on, they belonged to the organization that purchased them, no better than slaves themselves. Products of the organization were suspected in the death of world leaders, billionaires, drug kingpins and even a few actors that ended up on the wrong side of someone very wealthy.
Reira Shino was the result of such an upbringing. Her last name was the only gift she ever received from the organization, the same last name all the graduates got. She was one of the most rare specimens produced from the facility, a twin. What was even further inspiring, was that she and her brother both succeeded in surviving their training. The pair of them were very close, which the organization viewed as a weakness. So even though many interested buyers wanted them as a pair, they were sold separately and lost contact with each other.
The 21 year old beauty was an independent contract killer now. The gang that purchased her, the Azuls, initially had been wiped out by a rival gang. She refused to help save them, as she had been raped constantly by the boss of her gang. The brown skinned girl had been forced to endure countless tattoos to mark her as cattle to the gang that purchased her. She had long, full grey hair that was curled. Her eyes were dull and red, due to drugs that had been pumped into her from her former gang. Her body was tight and toned, poured into a black leather cat suit that zipped up from the crotch to her modest perky breasts. Perhaps, if life had been kinder to her, she could have been scouted for a model.
Tonight, her target was the owner of the Fruits brothel, one of the most popular ones. Unfortunately for him, he had fallen on the wrong side of the Renaissance gang that hired her due to stealing a shipment of raw materials destined to be cocaine. And to top it off, when he was initially approached about it, he chose to instead murder 3 members of the gang. So there was no other choice than to “cash him out”, as Boss Tanaka advised her upon being hired.
She was waiting by the back door of said club, ensconced by shadows. The brown skinned woman had performed reconnaissance for several weeks leading up, disabling the security cameras and ensuring that any guards were given ample distraction around 4 am, when the owner left with the day’s earnings. The man was a bit of a skinflint, only trusting himself with the typically large sum. A car was always waiting for him, but Reira had no issues to kill the driver of the car as well. Just a bad case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Reira knew a laundry list of ways to kill a person, but she knew that her appearance was her most powerful weapon. That’s why she dressed in tight clothes, high heels and let her cleavage be so exposed. Around a beautiful women, even hardened criminals could let their guard down. Her fingers lightly danced over the large wrist band to her finger less gloves, where the electric garrotte that was her signature weapon was kept hidden. Her delicate fingers knew exactly how to grab it and choke a man in less than a minute. All she had to do now was be patient and wait for it. The earrings she wore was how she was able to do magic. She had a preference for fire spells, and upon flinging an ear ring, could activate as an explosion.
At precisely 3:55 am, the owner would leave, slipping out the back with the money. From there, Reira would strangle him to death, and take the money in order to make it look like a robbery. As she moved to step into action, she paused, seeing that the owner was leaving with a body guard. Her eyes narrowed, not having seen this man before during her time scouting the location. The car was waiting, engine on. The windows were all heavily tinted, so no one could tell that the chauffeur was dead in the driver’s seat. That meant she would have to take out two people instead of one, but she was up for the challenge.
The Renaissance gang, Reira’s employer for this job, was known for dealing in sex trafficking and drugs as their preferred manner of making money. Territory, naturally, was a big concern for them. And in order to ensure that their interests were best protected, they had no issues making sure to secure the best assassins that money could buy. It was best to keep them from being on the payroll, that way the chances of being investigated
The organization that trained the best killers from had no name, as they preferred to keep things as secretive as possible. The organization was led by a former yakuza boss, who stepped down in order to train adept killers. The boss had lost his family in an attack by a rival gang, and felt he had nothing to lose. So he was sure to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again under the watchful eye of one of his proteges. But the price for a fully trained assassin was steep, causing them to be severely limited in number due to the harshness of the training and the length of time it took to train them.
Of course, getting human lives when they were babies was an expensive endeavor. Generally, the organization tended to buy the time of former drug addicts, living homeless on the streets. They would promise a steep sum in order to have a year of their lives and womb. From there, they would be weaned off the drugs for the duration of the pregnancy, with the promise of enough money to fund a lifetime of a bad drug habit. Then, the women would be artificially inseminated with the seed of skilled mercenaries, hoping to breed a superior killer. After the child was born, generally through c-section, the women were sold off through the sex slave trade or killed.
The children would proceed to enter a life of training and challenges. Generally, a training group started with 30 children, and was lucky to finish with a third still alive. The challenges of their life was too much for many of them, dying of various causes. Most commonly tended to be multiple injuries due to the brutal training. Not to mention, every year, the weakest of the training group was eliminated by the superior students. Their bodies were then burned and ashes tossed away, having no family to claim them.
Once the children reached the age of 13, they were then taken to auction and sold off for millions of dollars. Buyers came from all over the world to purchase the product. There was never any shortage of buyers, but there was a finite supply of product. From that point on, they belonged to the organization that purchased them, no better than slaves themselves. Products of the organization were suspected in the death of world leaders, billionaires, drug kingpins and even a few actors that ended up on the wrong side of someone very wealthy.
Reira Shino was the result of such an upbringing. Her last name was the only gift she ever received from the organization, the same last name all the graduates got. She was one of the most rare specimens produced from the facility, a twin. What was even further inspiring, was that she and her brother both succeeded in surviving their training. The pair of them were very close, which the organization viewed as a weakness. So even though many interested buyers wanted them as a pair, they were sold separately and lost contact with each other.
The 21 year old beauty was an independent contract killer now. The gang that purchased her, the Azuls, initially had been wiped out by a rival gang. She refused to help save them, as she had been raped constantly by the boss of her gang. The brown skinned girl had been forced to endure countless tattoos to mark her as cattle to the gang that purchased her. She had long, full grey hair that was curled. Her eyes were dull and red, due to drugs that had been pumped into her from her former gang. Her body was tight and toned, poured into a black leather cat suit that zipped up from the crotch to her modest perky breasts. Perhaps, if life had been kinder to her, she could have been scouted for a model.
Tonight, her target was the owner of the Fruits brothel, one of the most popular ones. Unfortunately for him, he had fallen on the wrong side of the Renaissance gang that hired her due to stealing a shipment of raw materials destined to be cocaine. And to top it off, when he was initially approached about it, he chose to instead murder 3 members of the gang. So there was no other choice than to “cash him out”, as Boss Tanaka advised her upon being hired.
She was waiting by the back door of said club, ensconced by shadows. The brown skinned woman had performed reconnaissance for several weeks leading up, disabling the security cameras and ensuring that any guards were given ample distraction around 4 am, when the owner left with the day’s earnings. The man was a bit of a skinflint, only trusting himself with the typically large sum. A car was always waiting for him, but Reira had no issues to kill the driver of the car as well. Just a bad case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Reira knew a laundry list of ways to kill a person, but she knew that her appearance was her most powerful weapon. That’s why she dressed in tight clothes, high heels and let her cleavage be so exposed. Around a beautiful women, even hardened criminals could let their guard down. Her fingers lightly danced over the large wrist band to her finger less gloves, where the electric garrotte that was her signature weapon was kept hidden. Her delicate fingers knew exactly how to grab it and choke a man in less than a minute. All she had to do now was be patient and wait for it. The earrings she wore was how she was able to do magic. She had a preference for fire spells, and upon flinging an ear ring, could activate as an explosion.
At precisely 3:55 am, the owner would leave, slipping out the back with the money. From there, Reira would strangle him to death, and take the money in order to make it look like a robbery. As she moved to step into action, she paused, seeing that the owner was leaving with a body guard. Her eyes narrowed, not having seen this man before during her time scouting the location. The car was waiting, engine on. The windows were all heavily tinted, so no one could tell that the chauffeur was dead in the driver’s seat. That meant she would have to take out two people instead of one, but she was up for the challenge.
