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"I heard you're the best." You heard a rather weak voice came out from the masked person.

"I am the best." Proudly you mentioned pointing out at the sigh board of the unlucky targets of yours their posters ripped.

You saw the figure unmasks revealing a face of beauty. Her skin white, one can mistake it as porcelain, hair of black midnight and gray eyes. Her body is covered by a cloak making you unsure if she have a weapon underneath or what body she has.

Taking a seat in your table just in front she pulled out a picture, in that picture is a particular man with all sort of jewelry and plenty of blubber to make a whale jealous. He have a sickening smile, the likes pedophiles have, after all you seen some, you killed some as well.

"Kill him, I'll pay you, make him suffer I'll double it." Her tone shifted upon into rage directed at the picture, her lips quivered almost biting it in the process as her hands trembled.

You look at the picture again, this one looks wealthy, this will make things difficult, rich bastard is always a hassle to kill for they have plenty of money to throw around giving them more protection than an average criminal or sinner can get.

"I'm gonna need a lot of gold coins for this one."

After saying those words her body stir instinctively, years of experience and practice made you sensitive to such sudden movement, giving you more and longer survivability than the others in your profession. And by the looks of it, there seems to have a problem or more accurately she have one.

"I only have 200 gold coins is that enough?" She said looking down, it seems she already know the answer but wanted to confirm if it's true or not.

"No, the one you want me to kill will prove difficult I'm gonna need more than that."

Her eyes start to water, it's clear she's not anywhere close to the wealth the target she wants dead. There she shifted and swallowed hard, clearly thinking of other ways to pay you or the very least lower your prices.

Regardless your not heartless, but your not some hero either, your very far from it, you feel you want to help this woman but just accepting such a low pay will have consequences specially in this dirty business where the slightest show of weakness can get you killed.

It's been minutes as both of you where silent, her thinking of a away and you waiting for an answer, she won't leave until you agree, it's the first time a client was stubborn but something is different from this one, beneath those watery eyes she seems determined and with her seeking you at the start this son of a bitch she wants dead could be a high profile one.

You eyed her again this one making a compromise to the deal so you can agree.

"I have an idea." Her eyes perk up the moment you said those words.