On a mission

Maki had her reputation for a reason, she was the world’s most desirable assassin. The criminal underworld knew her name well. Of course, powerful governments had made use of her skills plenty. If there was a target to be eliminated, she was the go to.

This made her time at Hope’s Peak strange. She’d often be hired for days at a time, off toppling some foreign dictator, or more often a dictator’s rivals. She stopped dwelling on the morality of her work a long time ago. Hell, her final exam mandated that she **** someone. How the academy got away with that, she had no clue. But it meant this job was the most important in her career.

She had been hired to eliminate the leader of a so-called ‘dangerous militant faction’ and make it look like an accident. A rather simple task, though she felt it would be anything but. It took a week of research, networking, planning, but eventually she gathered the intel necessary.

The target was a ex-mercenary under the codename Wolff. Her informant on the inside managed to track down a location, but the window would be incredibly tight. Wolff would only be at the retreat for three hours, surrounded by security and on high alert. After that, he’d disappear once again. The informant, J, would be there, but attempting to make contact would be too risky.

To Maki, it sounded like just another Tuesday. Her ritual stayed the same. Wake up, exercise, shower, get dressed. Shirt, skirt, shoes and socks, as well as a bulletproof vest if things went south. A total of four hidden blades, two lightweight firearms, a rifle and a multitool; she never knew when she’d next have to crawl through a vent after all. Notably, her getup lacked what most would consider crucial. She’d never really worn bras, their point eluded her for the most part.

Going without panties, however, had a better story. She once had to escape the scene of a hit by wading through a river. It was at just the right height that she was able to lift her skirt to keep it completely dry, but her panties ended up soaked. She tried to keep running, but the friction was slowing her down. Maki ended up ditching the panties in the woods and ran for it. That day, she noticed she moved better without them, so it became routine to leave them off while on a mission. Or while doing mission prep… or on her off days. She didn’t actually own a pair of underwear at all anymore.

After she got dressed, she took her bike to the foot of the mountain and began to hike. By the time she reached her lookout, the sun had begun to set and Wolff’s party had begun.