The visha tale

The smallest mouse can make the biggest sound...

VISHA POV:

Tick...tick...tick...a eerie sound to hear alone in a hotel room surrounded by possible enemy's. One that can cause an anxiety inducing sensation to corse through ones veins. But not for the small person as they shut the door behind them blocking out all outside stimuli and immersing themselves in the clam and slightly quiet of their current lodging.
Noticing items that they had asked for earlier down stair's already waiting in the room. Then proceeds in dropping the bags they had brought with them onto the floor beside the door. Visha sighs an turn to lock the doors to the room, both the main door and a connecting door; and moves to close the blinds/ curtains over the windows.
With a curser look over the room making a mental layout in case of  possible attacks in the future that will cause a need to make a haste retreat. One must never be to comfortable no matter the area or rules for someone will always break them. Trust no one as far as one can throw them as all can be a snake in the grass.
A motto hammered into all the heads of the family of the tribe that either followed or where forced onto the path that those finding refuge in this hotel.

Visha moves to do a detailed search of the room looking for any cameras or recordings devices that could have been slipped into the room even though each room always has one occupant that never changes till that person is permanently out of the business.
At least that's the case for those up higher in the business like Visha or even those like the baba yoga.
After making sure everything is clear or the aforementioned devices where destroyed Visha moves to remove the mask and suit jacket they wore whenever out in the sight of others or on a job.
Revealing a young scarred covered face and blood soaked white dress shirt. Clearly showing just how young this feared assassin really is no one in this business stays looking so youthful even with scars like Visha holds for long showing the age of the child standing straight and elegant in their current lodging.
A persons true age shows visible and tend to look older then they usually are. Visha on the other hand looks no older then thirteen or fourteen which is older then they really are, not that anyone is even aware of how old they are. Which is around thirteen to fifteen which isn't much older but no one knows any difference if they are younger or older. As long as they get the job done at the end of the day, having been working in the business sense they turned double digits.

Moving slowly and gingerly over to the table that the medical supplies sat, Visha starts to unbutton the dress shirt.
Letting the cloth slide easily off their arms and shoulders revealing a muscular ripped form of the small obviously childlike body, a tightly bound bandage like cloth could be seen wrapped around the child's upper chest and ends at just below their bellybutton.
Where the clothe doesn't cover was littered with even more scars ranging from burns to bullet wounds. That healed leaving behind ugly marks that form a even uglier story of what type of life this child lived.
Not removing the binding around them knowing its holding some pressure on their ribs, even though it would help them breath easier to take it off; visha starts to take stock of cuts and other injuries on their person.
Seeing a few that'll need stitching, a few needing to be cleaned, and some that might need to be cauterized to stop the bleeding. Sighing softly visha moves to slowly sit down in the chair next to the table and starts to finish removing the work suit. Left in boxers and the binding. Visha is happy to be out of the sticky, sweaty, and ruined clothing. This allows them a better view of any further injuries to take stock of. Finding just a few bruises and some swelling on their right knee and left ankle.
Just superficial injuries really. So they move back to their upper body injures and get to work.
Visha grabs one of the few rags in the pile and rolls it up to wedge between their scarred lip and teeth. Taking into had the rubbing alcohol and pours it into all the wounds to disinfect them.
Screwing shut their eyes at the stinging liquid does it work. Visha pats dry the wounded areas and starts to work stitching the ones that need it.
Making quick work of all but the ones that needed to be cauterized once most of the fix-up's are finished visha is breathing hard through their nose with teeth gritted into the cloth they held tightly.
Visha decided after quite a few minutes to move on to the last and least wanted part of this whole ordeal. Taking up a blow torch and knife, visha starts to heat the knife up till it reaches a hot enough temp for the job.
Moving with practices stroke's visha presses the burning  knife onto the wounds that need cauterizing. Letting out a pained whimper as the intense and overwhelming sensation takes over their senses. Burning flesh makes its presence known as it wafts through the air and stings the inside of their nose.
Finishing up as quickly as they can possible do. Visha  discards the knife messily on the table as the small assassin reaches for the bottled of liquor and pain meds left for them.
Tossing back the recommended dose of pills and a good bit of the smooth liquid visha stumbles slightly over to the bed and lays down gingerly. Ever mindful of the injures their body holds, visha lets the quick acting meds work magic on their tired and worn down body.
Slowly slipping into a light sleep that they so very much needed, till needing to get up later in the evening for the appointments needing their attention...