"Bought you a sewing kit."
"What for?"
"For you to sew your balls back on."
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Frisk.
Young
Smart
And fast
a calm before a storm.
She works as hitman and qualified as a professional at her work.
Used to be enrolled in...
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I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart
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If she thought her old job was thrilling, this one makes her whole blood boil in excitement. Her hold on the gun tightens as she moves past all the corpses she taken care of, In this new job she had no limit. She doesn't have anyone in particular to kill and not to kill, the money she thought might not be as much as it used to be when one head cost 20 grand something, but here...she felt powerful, She felt unstoppable with guns in her hand and blood on her hair, her whole life has been moving towards one road and it's not beautiful and pretty... it's full of bloodshed and well for her it's beauty. Power is everything and everyone wants some and here is she with one mission with full power on her hand to do anything as long as she fulfills her mission
whoever it is on your way just kill them off
Just grab the file and go back to the headquarters
Don't get caught
"Tsk, as if I could get caught." She walks towards a study room, grabbing the file that g wanted her to get. She opened the envelope filled with letters to this unknown someone who wanted to assassinate g, someone who made her stood right here in this very room serving the man they wanted to kill. Someone who killed Albert, Her tongue slap against the roof of her mouth before putting the file inside the black bag that she carried along containing her other tools. Taking out a black circular object with red lights on top she Stuck one inside the room on the wall along with a few others that she placed on some other places.
The sound of a whistle humming a certain lullaby left her lips, the sound inside the room is almost silent. Almost an hour ago it was filled with shouts and gunshot and now the only thing that could be heard was the song frisk whistling.
"You got it?" Jaques ask, g's subordinate that she tortured at the opera house back then a couple of weeks ago, even if he still had a grudge against her though she couldn't blame him, are a good teammate. Frisk detest the idea of working together and argued about it with g and after a long hour of debating she finally back down knowing his authority to be higher, but Jacque just follow her plan with few objections and as it turns out he's quite skilled with guns and martial art, just not as good as she is she could live with it even though breathing the same air with her old victim felt odd.
She nodded at him taking the files out of her bag He narrowed his eyes and nodded back, She didn't talk much and it's better that way. "Alright we should head back, I placed a few bombs on the first and second floor, and I'm guessing you already do that on the others too so we're done." She didn't reply shuffling back the papers inside her bag before walking away to the other door. "Hey!, where you going?" He called, she didn't look back "Headquarters" her voice echoes inside the lobby of Rabastan's Mansion, whoever his name is she didn't care She shot him in the head when he pleaded her not to. Her eyes and sneer are the last things he saw and she happily gave him the mercy that he so begged. "But the car is back there—" "I brought my motorcycle." And just like that, she left.
