Assassin for Hire (Valtiari and one other if you want)

Xero relaxed in his office, waiting for his “associate” to arrive. Though, he was at a slight disadvantage. He knew not their name, age, gender, or anything about them really. All he knew was that they performed brilliantly when assassinating the given target. It had been a man by the name of Rl’uick Ishman, the leader of a rebel militia in Uzbekistan. Xero hadn’t really cared who he was, he was chosen at random from a list of people Xero might want dead, eventually. For Rl’uick, that time had come rather quickly.

He glanced at his watch. The person was supposed to be here in a few minutes. If they didn’t make it exactly on time, then the payment would not be given. This was simply a test of their skills; he had all of the doors locked, and security had been upped. None of the staff were told to expect the person, so they would have to find some way to sneak in.

He leaned back in his chair, reminiscing over the events which had occurred in order for the said meeting to take place.

A few days ago, Xero had placed a discreet offer, spread through some people (whose morals may be questionable, but their results were still good) who owed him, into the black market. It was $50,000 for the killing of Rl’uick, and $250,000 to whoever could do it and have the evidence point towards one of his Generals. This would help Xero, as he had discreetly been supplying said militia with weapons, except these weapons were all faulty. He had ripped them off big time, but only Rl’uick knew where they came from. So with him gone, Xero profited and no one would be able to point fingers at him.

While the killing was beneficial to him, he really didn’t care about Rl’uick. It was simply a test, to see if anybody was capable of the assassination he planned to have carried out, and to draw out the individuals who could do it. Breaking into the building had been the second part of the test. He glanced back at his watch. They had less than a minute to arrive now.

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The three Valtiari siblings had separated some time ago and had been continuing their missions solo. It made sense to cover more ground separately rather than traveling together, they were more than capable of handling themselves on their own. Valentina had remained in the state of California patrolling the less densely populated areas. Places where there was not too much order or regulations. She fit right in.
There were many a times she was forced to put criminals in their place due to lack of law enforcement, and she was almost making a name for herself. She rarely spoke and just did what she needed to and then left. No fuss, no mess. It was mostly in the Mexican and Spanish speaking ares where she was talked about. Valentina fluently spoke the language and could easily communicate. After a few days of traveling southern California, she was approached by an individual who claimed to have a hit on her. Unfortunately for him, he did not give her any explanation as to why she was wanted dead and simply began attacking her. On the other hand, they were not anywhere too heavily populated so she could do as she pleased with this man.
He drew a gun and took a couple of well placed shots which she was easily able to avoid. He began to move forward continuing to fire at her. Getting annoyed with the gun she moved within inches from him. The wan was shorter, so she stood taller than him in an intimidating fashion. She grabbed his hand with the gun in it, applied force and twisted breaking his wrist. He dropped the gun to the ground screaming out in pain. She then lifted him up by the broken bone only causing him more pain.
"Who hired you?"
He said nothing, just gritting his teeth hoping to better cope with the pain.
"Why am I wanted dead?"
Still nothing. Valentina dropped him and he landed roughly on the ground and immediately grabbed his hand trying to cope with the pain. This man was pathetic whoever he was. She wondered how someone might actually commission this man for work. It did not appear as if he possessed any skills whatsoever. He was trying to get to his feet, and once he did he looked her in the eyes. Valentina wasted to time and landed a flat palmed punch to his chest. However, this was no ordinary attack. Using her insane speed Valentina had backed up and moved forward at an extremely high speed hitting him at full power. The force of the impact caused most of his ribs to break and literally stopped his heart. He coughed up blood and fell to the ground, blood continually flowing from his mouth. Valentina took his backpack and continued on her way.
Upon searching through it she found some useless supplies and weapons which she just dropped on the ground. She did come across one piece of information which she stopped to read. It was a sheet of paper with some coded information about the assassination of another man. By the looks of it, he had already been killed. Valentina must have just been a side job. How insulting. Looking over the paper more she was able to identify a location and a meeting time. It wasn't too far from where she was now, but she would not make it by the designated time. This did not matter to her. Finding the man who might have put a hit out on her head was her first priority. Valentina set off speeding towards the location.

By the time she had arrived it was about twenty minutes past the scheduled meeting time and walked up to the doors. It was raining pretty heavily, but there was no thunder or lightning. Looking around she could see cameras turn and focus in on her. They knew she had arrived. Whether or not they were expecting her was the question. They may have been looking for the man she killed in the desert. They city was a nice change of scenery, however she would have to admire later as there was business to attend to.
The doors were locked, as expected, so Valentina gave them a powerful kick and send them flying in. Walking into the main lobby she was greeted by a party of five guards. Two of them ran towards her and the other three drew their weapons. The two threw a couple of punches which Valentina simply moved out of the way of. One came around trying to punch her from behind, she grabbed his arm, broke it over her shoulder and then kicked him through the opening she had created moments earlier. The second guard tried from the front but she ducked down and grabbed him by the leg. Pulling up sharply caused him to fall backwards and connect his head with the floor knocking him out cold. She swung around in a circle and threw the dead weight body at the other three guards to knock them over. After that was accomplished Valentina calmly made her way to the elevator. and figured whoever was the head of this thing would be at the top. It seemed like the elevator only went up to the 80th floor, she didn't expect to make it it that high before they cut power to the elevator anyways.
Luckily she was able to get to the 60th floor before it came to an abrupt stop. Exiting from the top she began to scale the inside of the elevator shaft bringing herself up to the 70th floor. Pushing open the doors she was met with a another parade of generic guards. Valentina was easily able to plow through the brutes, some were thrown down the elevator shaft while about were sent through walls. She moved through the hallway looking for a stairwell to continue her ascent, but all she came across were more guards. But this point she had taken on at least 15. This next batch did seem a little tougher than the last, however it would not matter. No paid security force could help to hold back the force of a Valtiari. The couple of gun shots that they fired off were easily dodged, followed by their disarmament. She kicked the weapons down the hall, not wanting to demean herself to the level of mundane weapons. There was one left after her onslaught who she kept conscious.
"Who is the owner of this establishment?" she asked sternly.
"Hi-his name is Xero. You'll find him on the top floor..."
Valentina rolled her eyes only finding out information she had already known. Coming across another elevator shaft she scaled upwards and eventually reached the the 84th floor. Hopefully she'd be able to get some answers. The hallway was eerily lit, as if trying to set some sort of mood. She left out a sigh and made it to the door that looked the most promising. There was a man sitting at a desk at the end of a room which outlooked the city. It was a typical 'Boss'-like room.
"What is the meaning of this...?" she said taking out the pice of paper that she had taken from her failed assailant and tossed it onto his desk. She was expecting answers. And there would be dire consequences if she did not get to the bottom of this.

[color=#3366ff] Xero was thoroughly pissed. He had given them one task after the killing. Be here on time. And they were already a good twenty minutes late. “For their sake, they had better hope that they are dead, or else they are going to face a fate far worse than death” he thought to himself. Then the screen built into his desk lit up. Voicing his acceptance of the call that was coming through, he forced his voice into one of neutrality; it was never a good thing for his underlings to know of his anger. At least not those that it wasn’t directed to.

[color=#999999]“What is it?” [color]
“What is it?” he asked, with a slight tone of impatience slipping into his voice. Shit, he would have to reign that in better next time.

“B-boss, there’s some crazy person who just kicked all of our asses. She’s coming up your way now.”

That was probably his “guest” now. First “she” was late, and now she had assaulted his staff. This woman was practically begging for him to kill her.

He ran his hand through his hair. God, the people who he worked with were more worrying than his enemies sometimes. Though those two groups were not mutually exclusive

He clicked the button to end the call, and stood up abruptly. Who the Hell did she think she was, showing up late, then attacking his guards, and now demanding answers from him?

Xero was ready to kill her on the spot, until he saw the paper she was holding. His eyes narrowed, and he quickly grabbed it when she threw it on his desk.

He let out a sigh; it was the “discreet” deal for the assassination of Rl’uick. aIf she didn’t know what it was for, then she probably hadn’t been the one who had killed him. Well, then other than her attitude and assault on his staff, they had no issues. Glancing up at her, he offered his hand. “The ‘meaning of this’ is that I had an issue with Mr. Rl’uick, and the world is a better place without him”.