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*BANG*
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"Flawless as always, Ana. That's a perfect score. You see kids? This is what you should stride to achieve. It's not that fucking hard!"
*BANG*
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"Clean. I like it, but I can't hold the knife for too long. Someone's already offering a number for you, Ana."
*BANG*
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"See? What did I say? Worth every rubles I've spent! Now find a buyer before the police comes looking."
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One night. Unknown date, unknown time.
In the middle of a forest, a group of armed men gathered around, as trucks slowly reverse into their location. These men, armed to the teeth. An untrained eye would easily mistook them as part of the special forces. These people are mercenaries, they live and fight for riches. They work for whoever pays them the most, loyalty was never an option. Highest bidder wins.
Tonight, these mercenaries are conducting a transaction with another party. They're looking to bolster their strength, but in a different way. As the trucks cut their engines, more men, this time dressed in suits, comes out of the vehicles. One man from each sides step forward, the men in charge of each factions. The two holds a conversation on their transaction, usually these types of meeting only happens when you ourchasing something from the black market, anything that can only goes under the grid.
Despite the theme of the meeting, there aren't any crates of weaponry around, this is not a common arms deal at all. They're doing business for something living, inside one of the truck, a trained child soldier inside a cage. Someone who would kill on another's behalf without dirtying their own hands, then passed it off to another hands before any authorities could even blink.
Ana
(...Where am I?)
Businessman
"Here it is. Do we have a deal?"
Mercenary
"As long as she does her job, I'll pay whatever the price."
Ana
(Ah, right. I got sold off. Again. Is it the 3rd time already? I don't even know. When will it stop? I'm tired...)
Businessman
"Don't worry, her record is a solid 100% success."
Mercenary
"Name?"
Businessman
"No idea. Us and the old owner just called her Ana."
Mercenary
"Very well. Bring out the money."
The mercenary leader gestures his underlings to bring forward multiple briefcases. They opened them up, revealing stacks of cash filled to the brim. The businessman's face brightens up at the sight. He steps forward to shake hands and closes the transaction.
Businessman
"Perfect! Nice doing busine-"
*FWIP*
*SPLAT*
YOU ARE READING
Little Hunter
FanfictionA child who spent most of her life as a slave assassin, finally escaped due to a luck chance. Yet she still has to fight to survive on her own in a world still raged in wars.
