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A public library was the last place she expected to find herself, but that is where this particular meeting was arranged to take place.  While a dingy, fishy smelling warehouse in the shipping yards could have sufficed, or a dark and desolate alleyway, at least the woman could say this place had a bit more...class, and she was all about class.

She had just arrived not too long ago, dressed in formal pinstripe business attire, a simple yet oh so stylish blazer worn over a white button blouse and a knee length pencil skirt just slit at the side to show off a bit of thigh.  Her black stiletto heels clacked across the polished marble floors with each step, an authoritative fervor to her stride.  She had on just a tiny hint of French Jadore perfume and her usual shade of rose red lipstick.  Her eyes, feral, like those of a daunting lioness, and green as precious emeralds, were concealed in the darkness of her designer shades.

Rebecca Antonia Selie Valentine had arrived.

[color=ec008c]~"Buongiorno."~[/color]  She greeted the hitman in her native tongue, a bit surprised when he replied.  Twas as though the man came from another planet to Rebecca.  She couldn't even pinpoint the origin of Mr. "First Degree's" accent.  Irish?  Scottish?  Cockney?  She was indeed baffled, but at least she understood one word...business.

[color=ec008c]~"Good.  Lets."~[/color]  She responded, her ruby red lips curling into quite the smirk.