What were you Expecting?

Liz

Liz watched her sister for a moment before going into the bathroom and cleaning up the hair that was strewn around the floor. Once she was done with that she walked out and into the bedroom, making sure her sister was still asleep, she shut the light off and walked into the kitchen. She pulled out her burner phone and debated on making the phone call to get Claire in now, it was only 12:45 in the morning, almost peak business hours for the Meta's. She clicked through her contacts before finding the one she needed. She dialed the number and waited impatiently for the other end to answer. When they did, it made Liz's hair stand on end.

"Never thought you'd be contacting us. To what do I owe the honor?" Came a deep, smooth voice.

One that never failed to make Liz feel sick, "I have some info on a possible new recruit for you. Meet me in the park in an hour and I'll fill you in. Consider this the favor you owe me. Well, one of them anyways."

There was a deep laugh on the other end before he answered, "How about I send someone in my stead, I have some business to attend to. I trust that won't be an issue?"

"Not at all, but if at all possible, send Dick, he seems to know what he's doing. No offense, but some of your people are dumber than a sneaker full of shit."

This time the voice laughed wholeheartedly, "I'm not offended in the least, since you are right after all. I'll send Dick and Wally to meet you in an hour. Since you contacted us, please don't be late."

"I'm never late," she growled.

"That is true. Till next time Wolf."

The called ended and Liz felt her stomach do flips. She didn't want to do this. Much less because her precious younger sister was going undercover in the deadliest gang in New York. She took a deep breath and quickly got to work fabrication a month's worth of research on her sister's new alias. She spent a good fifteen minutes coming up with a good name. Natalie Romarro, born in the US to Russian parents who escaped their home country after faking their own death. Natalie was trained as an assassin, mostly by her father, but was only to use it in self defense if it came down to it. Long story short she used it and realized it was fun and that she had a knack for it.. Over ninety-six confirmed kills and zero arrests. She was one of the best, rivaling Liz of course.

Once she had an ID made, and reports fabricated she took a break. She grabbed a bag of chips and started munching on them as she made a call to Sam.

"Alexander....." Came the half awake reply on the other end.

"I'm meeting with the Meta's recruit specialist in about....." She glanced at the clock, "twenty minutes, I'll have our girl in easy as pie."

"Liz? It's nearly two AM? Why are you even awake?"

"Because it's prime business hours buddy! I got shit to do, places to go, people to see. Just thought you'd like a heads up in case my body turns up in a ditch somewhere."

"That's not funny Liz,"

"Who said it was a joke?"

The was a loud sigh from the other end, "Just make it believable ok?"

"Ooooh I will, but I'm making up a good story here ok? Get back to sleep, I... uh..... I love you."

There was a long drawn out silence, and Liz thought maybe he had already fallen back asleep, till a lazy voice replied, "Love you too Liz."

She hung up without another word. Grabbing her coat and walking out the door. She descended the steps two at a time, and nearly ran out the door. She ran almost the entire way to the park, hoping to make it to the park early. She only stopped running once she reached the entrance to Central Park, walking out and towards a bench where most of the deals happened. She pulled out her phone and glanced at the time, she had five minutes to spare before the two gang members would be there. She didn't like the Meta's, but if she could consider any of them friend material it would be these two. They weren't like the others, and they actually had quite a bit of compassion for people.

She glanced around, feeling on edge as she gripped the knife she always carried. She never went anywhere unarmed anymore. The crunching of leaves had her up and with a knife to someone's throat in a matter of seconds.

"Whoaaah there, don't shoot the messenger," Came the startled reply from a familiar red head.

Liz huffed as she pulled the knife from his neck, but she didn't put it away. A dark haired boy soon made himself known as he stepped from the shadows. He wore dark clothes and dark sunglasses, despite it being 2 AM. "Nice to see you again Wolf," he said as he stood next to the red head.

"Likewise Dick." she practically hissed the words.

"Soooo, Kal told us you had some info on a possible new recruit?"

"Yeah Wally," she said as she pulled out a paper with information on it, "she's good too. One of the best. She's nearly got a better success rate than I do."

The redhead, Wally, whistled, "that's a hard feat to accomplish."

Liz pulled out the file she had composed, and handed it to Dick.

"Her name is Natalie Romarro. American-Russian assassin extraordinaire," she said as she ran a hand through her hair, "Ninety-six confirmed kills, speaks fluent Russian of course, as well as four other languages, including English. I've worked with her a few times. She's good. Really good."

Wally grabbed for the file, but Dick pulled it out of reach. "You worked with her? I thought you were a loner?"

"Some jobs are just too big for little ol' me," She cooed, batting her eyes.

Wally snorted, still trying and failing to grab at the file. "Jeez, if she's so...ack...amazing," he huffed, finally giving up, "then why doesn't she just run her own faction?"

"Because that's too much work. She thinks it's fun to torture and interrogate people till they break. Ever seen a guy have the skin on his finger avulsed?"

Wally cringed, "no and I don't want to."

Liz smirked, "then stay on her good side and you won't have to."

"So we just call this number and she'll show up where we tell her to?" Dick asked as he finally looked up from the file, his sunglasses falling down his nose.

Liz stalked over to him, pushing the glasses back up to their rightful spot and getting uncomfortably close to his face. "More or less, she only answers in a certain time frame. Since she is so popular, she's still finishing up a few jobs, but I'll just drop her off when she's done. Easier that way y'know?"

Dick gently pushed her by her shoulders away from him.

Liz laughed and continued, "I was thinking I could bring her by the safe house later on. She asked me for a favor and I'm happy to oblige. She's a damn good addition to any team. Ruthless, but also very....sassy. She a real pistol once you get to know her."

Dick seemed to contemplate the idea for a moment, and small alarms were going off in Liz's head that she should murder them both and be done with it.

Suddenly Dick smiled, "Sounds like a good deal, we'll see you at the safe house around four, and Liz?"

"Yes?" She replied in her sickly sweet tone of voice.

"I got some info I want you to leak to the cops," he said slipping her a slip of paper from his sleeve.

Wally grinned, "It's good stuff too."

Liz smirked, taking the papers from him, "Aww, that's nice of you Dick,"

"So are you gonna tell me who she really is?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow over his glasses.

"Not on your life," she sung out as she turned on her heel to leave, "See you later boys."

"Later gator," Wally called after her, laughing a bit as he read over the file, playing with it a bit, "Dick?"

"Yeah Wally?"

"You're not gonna like this, but I think I know her," he said as he stared at the picture of a short haired brunette girl with all too familiar eyes.

"Son of a bitch," Dick replied, "I knew it was odd that Liz was asking us for a favor."