[Dani Shirai]

Dani let out a soft breath as she listened to the voice on the other end of the line. All of it seemingly uninteresting drivel of a lover who messed up one too many time and had forgotten the tenets of healthy relationships too often.

Just for that alone Dani felt beholden to put them out of their misery, both to take away their awkward put on shame and give a little bit of satisfaction for the many jilted lovers they had played.

Instead her rifle was trained on his chest for a different reason, but ultimately the same effect. The raindrops bouncing off the cold polymer her eyes were trained on the target in the same way that she had done so many times before, years of training and conditioning to keep a steady breath and merely focusing on the dot rather than what the dot was aimed at.

“Target in sight, copy for call.” she spoke into her comms to the handler that was probably on the other side of the country relaxing after dinner with a family which was oblivious to their other job.

Finding the target had been easy enough, a politicians son who loved flaunting his money and family connections to the many hostesses around Tokyo. Telling them all fancy stories of being the one, being taken out of the excruciating grind of the business, only to of course find the next pretty face.

From the few details Dani had dug up in her planning, she knew enough that they weren’t even the main target. Whoever their father had pissed off, they were petty enough to hurt them like this.

What she was about to do was a gross injustice even in the dubious world of underworld getting-even. The other Dani would hate her guts for even doing it, but not even that side knew anything else than to never question a target.

“Copy call, Daybreak.” a male voice spoke from the other side of the country, the feed of her scope fed back to ensure her job was done in the bespoke manner that was necessary.

The trigger pull was soft and crisp, the movement of the recoil caught by her shoulder and bipod. Almost like a cruel artpiece the target slumped into their seat, a singular bullet through the heart.

“You can go to ground, now, good evening Daybreak.” the voice spoke before the call dropped.

With trained precision and focus she started packing the tools of her trade, she probably had three minutes before the bodyguards would find the body, but she’d be long gone.

At least, that was until her ears picked up sound of movement behind her. Too big to be cats that like to hang out on rooftops, she moved her body and trained her weapon at the figment in the dark.

If they were a bodyguard, they were fair game. But she merited herself on cleanliness, so she sure as hell hoped it wasn’t a witness…

Tag: Arc Bishop

[Arc Bishop]

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A lean figure ran lightly across the rooftops like a fleeting shadow in the night, hurtling itself over the gaps between buildings with reckless abandon. Fitted black combat gear helped him blend into the darkness, paired with a wide hood that obscured his face, and more importantly, the locks of bright white hair that would have otherwise given his presence away immediately to prying eyes. Behind the figure was what seemed like two tails tipped with clawed hands, occasionally swinging ahead to grab a ledge and propel the man up and over onto the next roof whenever he jumped short of his goal or the next roof proved too high.

As Arc neared the area he would find his target in he slowed his headlong approach and began to creep along with more care, ducking low in the shadows and avoiding the edges where he might be seen from an upper-floor window. His current job was an unusual one, but he took it just as seriously as any other, more so because of his clients than the lack-luster pay they could offer him for it. In reality the money they offered would only tide him over for a day or two at best, but he'd always been a push-over for women and they knew it.

Arc had a few contacts scattered throughout the city that tossed him jobs here and there or sent stray clients his way. His current clients had been strays, just three normies working in the entertainment district, but the fact that three different women wanted the same man killed had piqued his curiosity. Perhaps that had been his mistake, after all he was no vigilante, but after being fed drinks and listening to their stories he had soon found himself wanting the guy to bite it, too. He had never been a fan of pretentious pricks, less so when they left a trail of misery and broken hopes.

~Wait..~ Whisp's warning snapped him from his thoughts as he paused and ducked lower in the darkness, remaining still as he listened for a few moments before he slowly peeked over the low wall along the edge of his building's roof. On the next building over he could make out another figure in the night, but it was too dark for him to get a good look at them or even determine if it was a man or woman. He could however make out the glint of the rifle trained over the lip of the roof, and as he followed it's direction he quickly realized he now had a problem, emphasized by Whisp's hiss in his mind. ~They're stealing our pray!~

Less concerned with who got the target as Whisp was, Arc slipped behind the low wall and crept like a cat in the opposite direction the figure was facing, quickly having Wisp pull him over the gap between their buildings and onto the opposite side. He was making his way slowly toward the figure from behind, moreso out of curiosity and mischeviousness than any malicious intentions, when he heard the muted sound of the gun go off and paused. Judging by the quiet crackling responce of the person's coms he figured it was safe to assume his Target had been offically snatched out from under him, and he gave a brief moment of silence for his wallet before shifting to move once more, but that was when his luck abruptly ran out.

Suddenly, he found himself looking down the barrel of the rifle. ~Oh PERFECT, a bitch with a gun!~ Arc blinked and realized Whisp was right, the figure on the rooftop was indeed a woman now that he was closer and she was facing him, but if anything that made him feel like this was an even worse position to be in.
"Woah woah," Arc kept his voice soft and light, raising his hands up beside his head with his palms out toward her as he carefully stepped to the side out of the shadows and into what dismal light there was on the rooftop. "Easy there, I mean no harm." He leaned his head back and let his hood fall off to reveal his face, giving her an apologetic smile despite the loaded gun pointed at him. "If he's dead that's good enough for me, promise. All yours. The creep ain't worth it anyway."

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Dani Shirai,