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Smokeyes
Moon
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2015
8months earlier
" He's lost his way, he lets his vices rule his head, he thinks they don't but they do, he should have been back. Should have worked out what the box was for." The old man sighs. He paces slowly ,hands held behind his back.
The girl bows low , from her position kneeling before him , her forehead to the ground , she lifts it only when she Is motioned to.
" If I had been given the chance...." She begins
"But you weren't child, despite your gifts and training it was he that received the visions not you, and in this instance I am truely sorry ." Her sensei gives her a gentle nod, and rests his hand on her shoulder . You must bring your brother back , but first you must get rid of the distraction , permenantly.
"Yes sensei" the girl says without hesitation bowing low again and remains so until the old man has long gone.
Present Day
Echo, was the moniker she was given . It fitted because that is all she is , a reflection of another ,with no identy of her own she merely took the shape of one that had been before.
She could mimic every part of them enough even to convince those that loved them, that she was the true other.
Today though she was just a shape a shadow.
She felt the limo draw to a hault, breathing shallow as she felt the weight of the woman sit on the seat above her legs.
Sliding the hyperdermic needle through the seat and into her targets thigh,smiling as the woman curses the poor Rio workmanship on this limo. Echo on the contrary had found the craftsmen excellent, they were fast and precise , you had to be here , it cost you your life if you weren't . The woman became dead weight .
12 min, that's how long she has , taking into account the terrible traffic.
Lifting the latch and pushing the seat up she climbs out of the body bag , she brought to contain the fluids. She didn't have time for the woman to die from the poison so she was going to bleed more than Echo would have liked.
Pulling her 5' 6" frame out from under the seat, this wouldn't be the first time she thanked her slight build.
Once she has lifted the other seat she Begins the process of manoeuvring the woman into the body bag ignoring the widened flickering eyes ,the lungs should paralyse soon. Rolling her face down, slides the cheese wire garotte over head and beneath the lower edge of that charming collar.
Honestly what human with an ounce of self respect gives them self over to being kept on a leash.
Echo hisses slightly with disgust, everytime she meets another female assassin they are broken and wretched creatures. To be honest she finds the Nikita stereotype a dreadful bore , still now they are dead. As will this one be.
Once the garotte is in place she zips up as much of the body bag as she can whilst still leaving room for the wire to move through. Then in one deft movement she slices through to the spinal cord , then using a small Maple handle , slides it through the wire and twists and twists, third twist brings it between the c7 and c8 vertebrate . It had to be that low because of the collar. She closes the bag for 30 sec, checks her watch.
6.5 min left. Bleeding should have slowed. She opens the bag slightly.
3.25min left.
They stop at traffic lights the left hand door opens hands reach across from a Rio police car, she slides the body bag across, they snatch the body bag and disappear.
37sec left.
The collar is left spotless on the back seat of the limo, and taken back to the hotel.
45 Mins Later ;
Echo watches as the Limo pulls up in front of the hotel. Someone's calling upstairs . 3 min and 12 seconds later he appears. Walks to the Limo and opens the door. Impressive , not a flicker . She would hope not, they said he had gotten lazy not incompetent . He leans in and picks up her gift, as he shuts the Limo door a young boy runs up to him, a street kid by the looks of it says he was to give him this box.
The man asks who ,
The kid points in some random direction near where she was watching . Clever, even the kid knew he would check the opposite direction first , and he did , instinctively . Then he looks where the kid was pointing ,she wishes she could see his expression when he opens the box but she can see his jaw muscle twitch .
He knows , and with that she leaves stepping backward into a shadow she vanishes.
Now she just has to bring him home.
" He's lost his way, he lets his vices rule his head, he thinks they don't but they do, he should have been back. Should have worked out what the box was for." The old man sighs. He paces slowly ,hands held behind his back.
The girl bows low , from her position kneeling before him , her forehead to the ground , she lifts it only when she Is motioned to.
" If I had been given the chance...." She begins
"But you weren't child, despite your gifts and training it was he that received the visions not you, and in this instance I am truely sorry ." Her sensei gives her a gentle nod, and rests his hand on her shoulder . You must bring your brother back , but first you must get rid of the distraction , permenantly.
"Yes sensei" the girl says without hesitation bowing low again and remains so until the old man has long gone.
Present Day
Echo, was the moniker she was given . It fitted because that is all she is , a reflection of another ,with no identy of her own she merely took the shape of one that had been before.
She could mimic every part of them enough even to convince those that loved them, that she was the true other.
Today though she was just a shape a shadow.
She felt the limo draw to a hault, breathing shallow as she felt the weight of the woman sit on the seat above her legs.
Sliding the hyperdermic needle through the seat and into her targets thigh,smiling as the woman curses the poor Rio workmanship on this limo. Echo on the contrary had found the craftsmen excellent, they were fast and precise , you had to be here , it cost you your life if you weren't . The woman became dead weight .
12 min, that's how long she has , taking into account the terrible traffic.
Lifting the latch and pushing the seat up she climbs out of the body bag , she brought to contain the fluids. She didn't have time for the woman to die from the poison so she was going to bleed more than Echo would have liked.
Pulling her 5' 6" frame out from under the seat, this wouldn't be the first time she thanked her slight build.
Once she has lifted the other seat she Begins the process of manoeuvring the woman into the body bag ignoring the widened flickering eyes ,the lungs should paralyse soon. Rolling her face down, slides the cheese wire garotte over head and beneath the lower edge of that charming collar.
Honestly what human with an ounce of self respect gives them self over to being kept on a leash.
Echo hisses slightly with disgust, everytime she meets another female assassin they are broken and wretched creatures. To be honest she finds the Nikita stereotype a dreadful bore , still now they are dead. As will this one be.
Once the garotte is in place she zips up as much of the body bag as she can whilst still leaving room for the wire to move through. Then in one deft movement she slices through to the spinal cord , then using a small Maple handle , slides it through the wire and twists and twists, third twist brings it between the c7 and c8 vertebrate . It had to be that low because of the collar. She closes the bag for 30 sec, checks her watch.
6.5 min left. Bleeding should have slowed. She opens the bag slightly.
3.25min left.
They stop at traffic lights the left hand door opens hands reach across from a Rio police car, she slides the body bag across, they snatch the body bag and disappear.
37sec left.
The collar is left spotless on the back seat of the limo, and taken back to the hotel.
45 Mins Later ;
Echo watches as the Limo pulls up in front of the hotel. Someone's calling upstairs . 3 min and 12 seconds later he appears. Walks to the Limo and opens the door. Impressive , not a flicker . She would hope not, they said he had gotten lazy not incompetent . He leans in and picks up her gift, as he shuts the Limo door a young boy runs up to him, a street kid by the looks of it says he was to give him this box.
The man asks who ,
The kid points in some random direction near where she was watching . Clever, even the kid knew he would check the opposite direction first , and he did , instinctively . Then he looks where the kid was pointing ,she wishes she could see his expression when he opens the box but she can see his jaw muscle twitch .
He knows , and with that she leaves stepping backward into a shadow she vanishes.
Now she just has to bring him home.