Grey Line

Close Call

It was cold, but the moon made a nice appearance as she casually walked along the roof line of a tall building. Her mark should be here any minute. It had been a week or so since her run in with the famed hero Hawks. She had managed to stay under the radar, keeping her jobs small. But tonight, she was finally closing a drug ring she had been after for almost a year. They had been using kids as their runners and dealers in the slums, something that hit too close to home for her.

She wasn't in her usual attire. She needed to play the part, dressed in a pair of stone washed jeans and black turtleneck sweater. Her long coat fell inches above the ground to keep the wind off of her. She had curled her hair into luscious waves and put on makeup for once, giving herself a Smokey eye and dark, red wine lips.

The door to the roof opened, causing her to turn and meet her target. He looked in his early forties, his hair was neatly and precisely styled in a professional cut. His red eyes slowly looked her up and down, taking her in. She fought hard not to show her disgust on her features.

"Clementine," he walked forward with his brief case.

A sweet smile settled on her lips, "Kenshi."

He gave her a smirk, licking his lips, "It's a pleasure to finally lay eyes on you."

Her grey eyes studied him as she held her smile, "I could say the same. Thank you for meeting me here, I know it's a odd request." She looked around, "I prefer to do my business privately."

"I respect that," he offered her the case, "would you like to see?"

She nodded, "Yes, please," her hands felt the cold metal of the case as she opened it. Sure enough, it was the score. "How do you distribute?"

He shrugged, "Eh, those slum brats mostly. If a deal goes bad, they're far enough below the radar it doesn't matter."

She fought the urge to end him then and there. Her eyes slowly raked up his body, making him visibly blush, "Interesting. Who's your supplier?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Does it matter?"

"Yes," she closed the case, "I want to make sure it's the good shit. Not something watered down."

A deep chuckle left him as he walked up to her, "I promise, it's the real deal." He ran a gloved hand through her hair, "Tell me, are you a lone dealer?"

"There is no Mr. Dealer if that's what you're asking," her voice was soft, but her body wanted to wash itself with bleach from his touch.

"What's your price?"

"What we discussed." She kept her eyes on his.

He sighed with a smile, "Business first I see."

He leaned down to pick up the case, unaware of her bleeding hands behind her back. She took the opportunity to form twin sai. As he held the case, she quickly pierced his heart, bringing their bodies against one another. Blood trickled from his mouth as he groaned, fighting for his life. Her face was mere inches from his as she spoke, "It's okay, you're a slum lord. I'm sure no one will notice," she looked at him in disgust, "I can smell the cheap cologne."

She twisted the sai and let his body fall to the ground. The next sound she head made her spin around. Gunfire. She needed to move, fast. Her legs carried her across the roof and down a fire escape, to a lower building. Bullets whizzed past her as she looked for cover. Nasty bastard. Of course he would have someone waiting, she thought to herself as another bullet shot by.

She rounded the block into a rundown factory, hoping to catch her breath. The sai were still in her hands, just in case she needed them. After a few moments, she made her way through the building, out the backside, only to immediately dodge a rifle butt to the face.

She leaned upwards to see a man in blacked out garb, a mask covering the bottom half of his face. They immediately went into action in close combat. Her attacker was more than likely a body guard considering how well he moved against her.

Her leg landed a hard hit to his legs as her hand connected with his face in a solid hit, sending him twisting to the ground. The man spun around and grabbed her jacket, slinging her against the hard pavement. She made a move to get up, but his weight kept her down as a strong hand settled around her neck. A grunt left her as she struggled against him, the air getting harder to breathe. He held up his arm as a hidden spike blade appeared from his sleeve. Her Greg eyes widened as it jabbed into her torso, making her cry out in pain.

He pulled his hand back to give another hit, but it never made it. She opened her eyes to see that damned winged loser slamming her assailant into the hard brick wall beside them. Get up, she commanded herself, you have to disappear.

She mustered all of the strength she had into getting to her feet, her wound was bleeding heavily, causing a wave of hotness to overcome her. She could hear the noises of the skirmish, but her eye sight was blurry in the darkness.

Struggling, she used the wall for support, making an attempt to escape. A strong hand stopped her, making her spin around. The annoying turkey man held up his hands, "Take it easy."

She could feel blood in her mouth, "Don't."

His golden eyes looked her over, "You're losing a lot of blood-"

"Mind your business," she spit blood on the ground and leaned on the wall. The sounds of sirens hit her ears, her grey eyes closed, "Fuck."

The pro hero thought for a moment, "Let me help you," she glared at him, "No cops, I promise. You're gonna bleed out trying to play stubborn."

The woman weighed her options. She would almost rather die out of pure spite, but, then again, this did fucking hurt. A groan left her as a wave of pain hit, "Fine."

He grinned and leaned down, picking her up, "Wonderful." His red wings flapped as he took off into the night.