Standing quietly, observing constantly, it was only when Ryleigh moved towards the door did Mathias walk after her. This was going to need some adjusting. Out of all the contracts he had carried out thus far, never had it involve protecting someone. It was typically death through subtle means or an extravaganza to send the target's contacts a message. Now, instead of minding his own personal surroundings, he had to keep Ryleigh's personal welfare as the highest of priority. His older brother or youngest sister would've been much more ... graceful at this. He was the best in the family due to his track record of kills.
He noticed her scrutinizing stare. They didn't have to get along. It wasn't his job to be her friend. Good synergy would make things go along much smoother however. But whatever may happen, it was of little consequence he supposed.
Ryleigh finally broke the silence as she began to list off her rules. He nodded slightly. Of course he would blend into his surroundings accordingly. The professional, business suit was only worn on formality. This was the first day he met with his employer after all. They were in her room when she listed off her last and final rule. "Ms. Anderson," he said, ignoring rule number one, "I assure you that I'm more than capable of adapting to a variety of situations. If your well-being happens to be in a position of compromise, however, I shall ignore the last two rules you stated just prior. Your father has paid my 'group' a handsome sum. Your safety supersedes everything else."
Mathias instinctively put himself between Ryleigh and the person he had just noticed in the room having been in it for less than ten seconds. He was about to pull out a knife he concealed in his wrist cuff. It would be better to interrogate to find who sent the intruder. It was only when the girl started talking that he stopped. He remembered reading about the person. This was a close friend of his clients. He stepped back as he watched with more intensity than the situation warranted.
He blinked once as the girls began to converse. He simply had nothing to add. He fiercely suppressed the urge to break the girl's wrist when she grabbed for his hand. This was going to take far more work than he had originally thought. He returned the handshake warmly. "A pleasure Ms. Ackerman, I'm sure," he said. "Whether Ms. Anderson knows or doesn't know how to converse with the opposite sex doesn't matter. She can take all the time she requires."
Pulling his hand away, Mathias moved past the girls as he stared out the window. There were too man vantage spots another hitman could use to assassinate the girl. He frowned as he pulled out his phone. One of the perks of the Society was the funding they received from anonymous persons. He sent a requisition for a security package. It'd help solve some of the issues he'd have to fix tonight.
Once the message was sent, he turned back towards the girls. "Simply Mathias will be sufficient," he said as he remembered he forgot to introduce himself. He looked on with interest at a number of lists that were posted to a cork board in a neat fashion. It was not until he saw the shelves of books did a hint of a smile crack across his lips. Ryleigh had beautiful taste in literature. He looked at the binds of each book as he muttered more so to himself, "fine titles indeed."
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Oh wow! I shall begin to read it now!
Out of curiosity, you don't have to answer this, but what time zone are you?
Out of curiosity, you don't have to answer this, but what time zone are you?
Sounds good and take your time! We're not in a rush here, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to read your response ^^!
They we go! Hope the response was okay!
Your intro was truly great. Seriously ^^!
Your intro was truly great. Seriously ^^!
Mathias waited outside a pair of large, intricately detailed dark oak doors. Or so he thought anyways. Other than two guards - former military by their posture - the corridor was deserted. He felt the two older men size him up. It was only natural. What danger could this 22 year old pose to them? He itched to show them how easily he could silence them permanently. Of course, he couldn't do that however.
What did it mean to live a civilian life? What did it mean to live a normal life? It was always a question Mathias thought of when he could spare it. His family dabbled within a dangerous yet rewarding profession. The art of killing, or he was told. The term murderer had been drilled out of his mind, for the family saw themselves much higher than that. He was told that he stood amongst the few who made the world a better place with the death of someone who had done wrongly onto another. He would act with tempered reverence when killing where a murderer would succumb to psychotic urges. In short, his kills were clean and purposeful. A average person's was not.
With the tiniest movement, his eyes trained on the guard to the right as he touched an earpiece. The guard nodded and looked at him. "Mr. Anderson will see you know," said the brute of a man. "No funny business."
Brushing off the man's words, Mathias walked on in. He was greeted with the sight of an extravagant office. The walls reminded him of the senate room when the Roman Empire was still a thing. Large windows looked out onto the courtyard beyond where a large water fountain resided. He noted several hats moving about - gardeners he supposed.
Clasping his calloused hands together, he awaited his employer as the old man busily scribbled on his note pad. A few moments later, he looked up. There was an intelligence in the man's eyes, a fierceness that told Mathias that this man was much more than an honest CEO. "Mr. Raines," he said. He motioned towards one of the two seats at his desk. "Please, sit."
Mathias took the seat and waited.
"I was expecting someone much ... older for the price I paid."
"Mr. Anderson," Mathias said, breaking his silent vigil. "The Society assures you that your investment was not a waste."
"Indeed? I suppose you weren't told of your assignment."
"You wish to ascertain protection for your daughter."
Mr. Anderson was momentarily taken aback. Mathias suppressed a grin. It was his business to know everything going in, regardless if the client gave information or not. It was one of his many traits that the Society valued, his clients loathed. Masking the surprise, his employer exhaled deeply.
"I see you are very well informed. Yes, protection for my daughter. I would default to my own personal retinue, but an outsider may be more suited. I understand that the Society doesn't break their contract until released."
"Precisely so, Mr. Anderson."
"You will be given quarters within our estate. Near where the guards stay. If any hint of danger approaches my daughter..."
Mathias replied with a stone cold face, "I will handle the problem accordingly. Rest assured."
Right then, the door behind Mathias creaked open, as he turned around, his hand reaching for his firearm. He stayed it when he saw a girl with the most vibrant of hair color. He remained silent as his employer briefly introduced him and the nature of his presence. Succinct and to the point he thought.
He got to his feet as he studied her. He noted the very slight annoyed expression she had on her face. He couldn't blame her. "Ms. Anderson," he said. "A pleasure. Mr. Anderson, if you'll excuse me?"
The old man waved dismissively as he returned to his work.
The assassin stood stock still, waiting to see what Ms. Ryleigh Anderson would do next.
And you said you were terrible at opening posts! Hmph!
Anyways, I'll get something out to you later today!
Anyways, I'll get something out to you later today!
Being raised in an affluent family wasn't as simple as many would've thought. A certain standard had to be adhered to at all times, family 'friends' whom secretly sought to carry out their ambitions needed to be compromised with, and playing the information game without showing one knew too much. It was a chore, but Lucas had no problems with it. When not stuck in such situations, access to an exorbitant amount of funds opened many opportunities and abilities to do.
Today was simply a splendid example of just that. Lucas - along with a number of trusted advisors - were attending a technology convention today. Due to his family being a lead competitor within military arms business, knowing what others outputted was a must. His company's latest gadgets were also out for display, but the spokesperson for that was delegated elsewhere. He was simply there for enjoyment and public face.
"Would you look at that," he said as he stopped by a booth. Before him was a holographic interface. The monitor wrapped around the arm - almost like a bracelet. "Developmental phase. Invests being sought after."
"A prototype to be exact." The company spokesperson appeared, a pretty brunette dressed in the proper business attire. Sharp. "Our main contractors - namely private military companies and the U.S. military - have already placed a substantial order on the holographic arm disks."
"Impressive," Lucas said. "What's the return for the investor? A split of the profit - perpetuity or a fixed time?"
"We ask that you invest in our company directly," said the woman. "Stocks to be exact. Dividends will be distributed accordingly to how much of the company one has 'bought' so to speak."
Lucas nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. A pleasure, Ms...?"
"Angela Vedders." They shook hands. "And you are?"
Lucas sighed. The woman clearly hadn't researched her competitors all that much. If she did, she'd know that his family's company was already developing something similar to what they had on display, but was much more ... portable. "Kellan," he replied. "Of Astra Industries."
He turned away before Angela had time to respond. He hid a smirk. He scanned the crowd for no one in particular as he moved to the next booth. He stopped by a booth. A virtual training simulator of some sort was being put on display. Looking to his left, he saw another brunette who seemed interested yet uninterested with everything going on. Without having met her once, a strong dislike welled within his gut. Why was that?
He cleared his throat. "A good concept," he commented on the VR object in question, "but the price limits the clientele. You new to the convention? Each year, the faces never seem to change."
Today was simply a splendid example of just that. Lucas - along with a number of trusted advisors - were attending a technology convention today. Due to his family being a lead competitor within military arms business, knowing what others outputted was a must. His company's latest gadgets were also out for display, but the spokesperson for that was delegated elsewhere. He was simply there for enjoyment and public face.
"Would you look at that," he said as he stopped by a booth. Before him was a holographic interface. The monitor wrapped around the arm - almost like a bracelet. "Developmental phase. Invests being sought after."
"A prototype to be exact." The company spokesperson appeared, a pretty brunette dressed in the proper business attire. Sharp. "Our main contractors - namely private military companies and the U.S. military - have already placed a substantial order on the holographic arm disks."
"Impressive," Lucas said. "What's the return for the investor? A split of the profit - perpetuity or a fixed time?"
"We ask that you invest in our company directly," said the woman. "Stocks to be exact. Dividends will be distributed accordingly to how much of the company one has 'bought' so to speak."
Lucas nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. A pleasure, Ms...?"
"Angela Vedders." They shook hands. "And you are?"
Lucas sighed. The woman clearly hadn't researched her competitors all that much. If she did, she'd know that his family's company was already developing something similar to what they had on display, but was much more ... portable. "Kellan," he replied. "Of Astra Industries."
He turned away before Angela had time to respond. He hid a smirk. He scanned the crowd for no one in particular as he moved to the next booth. He stopped by a booth. A virtual training simulator of some sort was being put on display. Looking to his left, he saw another brunette who seemed interested yet uninterested with everything going on. Without having met her once, a strong dislike welled within his gut. Why was that?
He cleared his throat. "A good concept," he commented on the VR object in question, "but the price limits the clientele. You new to the convention? Each year, the faces never seem to change."
That sounds good to me! Will you be starting us off?
Why thank you!
I left it open intentionally. She could most certainly be the woman Kriska is talking about or she could be observing. How you respond is completely up to you ^^!
I left it open intentionally. She could most certainly be the woman Kriska is talking about or she could be observing. How you respond is completely up to you ^^!
Humans could sometimes be the most densest of creatures. For the century Kriska had walked amongst them, she had seen how easily pacified they were when a desire was fulfilled. She granting some on a number of occasions. She sat in her penthouse overlooking the city below. Thousands of tiny flickering lights sparkled below as people hurriedly moved from place to place. Always the busiest little bees she thought to herself. Taking a sip from her wine glass, her attention moved over to the massive screen that filled almost the entirety of the wall.
Rising to affluence and influence was easy. With the many business partners and 'suggestible' characters she met with, it was only finding what they craved the most and exploiting it. Already her network had stretched from the North America continent to that of Europe. Plans were already in the works for further expansion. Her lips curved up into a wicked smile as she reviewed the progress of the companies she had a say within. While a prominent shareholder now, she had ambitions that moved well beyond simple money and power. Humans were like cattle. They needed direction. They needed to be taught obedience.
Her phone rang as she scooped the device with her lithe hands. "Andrew."
"Ms. Ackerman," came the crisp, medium toned voice of the CEO of Electric Evolution. "Pardons for disturbing your evening. Do you have a moment?"
Her eyes glanced towards the victorian-like clock that hung above her desk to the right. It was well past respectable calling hours. "A bit late, wouldn't you agree?"
"Again, I apologize," he said. "I just thought you should know that the deal with our rival competitors went through. At a fair price as well. Your funding helped ensure the continued success of Electric Evolution."
"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "Surely, you could've called at a more appropriate time to convey the news?"
"With the recent funding we received from you, and comparing yourself amongst the other shareholders, I thought informing you of your holding of the majority of shares was something that couldn't wait. We'll be working closely with decisions moving forward. Again, thank you for your continued confidence in the corporation, Ms. Ackerman."
Her smile only widened. It was about time. "We'll talk soon, Andrew."
She hung up as satisfaction rushed to her head. She stood up and walked to her closest in her bedroom. She changed into a form-fitting black dress that barely extended past mid thigh. Taking a good amount of cash and ID, she made her way towards her abode's door and slipped on a pair of heels. The rest of the investment reports could wait. Tonight, she was going to go have fun and let loose. Even a demon needed release. She knew just the place.
Smiling coyly at a pair of drunkards catcalling her, Kriska moved towards a matte black building. Compared to the other buildings surrounding it, the Myth far outshone them. With a sign with the words 'Myth' labeled neatly with neon under lights illuminating it, this place was the nightclub for the classy.
Adding a bit of sway into her steps, she winked at the door attendant. He held a list. "Evening Miss. Name?"
"Ms. Evans," she replied crisply. "You'll find me in your preferred section."
The attendant looked at where she directed him then nodded. "Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Evans."
Passing through the door, Kriska walked towards the bar counter where a number of well dressed patrons sat. She took a seat as the bartender moved towards her. "Evening, what'll it be?"
"Grasshopper. Ice cold, if you don't mind."
"Not a usual," said the bartender. "Keeps things fresh."
"I'm anything but usual."
The bartender laughed as he began to work his magic. Kriska surveyed the other patrons sitting at the bar. While soft, electronic music pulsed in the background - an ambient-like rhythm - she caught eyes with a lovely little thing. A woman sat at the end of the bar table. Their eyes met briefly, but that was all it took. Kriska found her prey for the night.
Rising to affluence and influence was easy. With the many business partners and 'suggestible' characters she met with, it was only finding what they craved the most and exploiting it. Already her network had stretched from the North America continent to that of Europe. Plans were already in the works for further expansion. Her lips curved up into a wicked smile as she reviewed the progress of the companies she had a say within. While a prominent shareholder now, she had ambitions that moved well beyond simple money and power. Humans were like cattle. They needed direction. They needed to be taught obedience.
Her phone rang as she scooped the device with her lithe hands. "Andrew."
"Ms. Ackerman," came the crisp, medium toned voice of the CEO of Electric Evolution. "Pardons for disturbing your evening. Do you have a moment?"
Her eyes glanced towards the victorian-like clock that hung above her desk to the right. It was well past respectable calling hours. "A bit late, wouldn't you agree?"
"Again, I apologize," he said. "I just thought you should know that the deal with our rival competitors went through. At a fair price as well. Your funding helped ensure the continued success of Electric Evolution."
"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "Surely, you could've called at a more appropriate time to convey the news?"
"With the recent funding we received from you, and comparing yourself amongst the other shareholders, I thought informing you of your holding of the majority of shares was something that couldn't wait. We'll be working closely with decisions moving forward. Again, thank you for your continued confidence in the corporation, Ms. Ackerman."
Her smile only widened. It was about time. "We'll talk soon, Andrew."
She hung up as satisfaction rushed to her head. She stood up and walked to her closest in her bedroom. She changed into a form-fitting black dress that barely extended past mid thigh. Taking a good amount of cash and ID, she made her way towards her abode's door and slipped on a pair of heels. The rest of the investment reports could wait. Tonight, she was going to go have fun and let loose. Even a demon needed release. She knew just the place.
Smiling coyly at a pair of drunkards catcalling her, Kriska moved towards a matte black building. Compared to the other buildings surrounding it, the Myth far outshone them. With a sign with the words 'Myth' labeled neatly with neon under lights illuminating it, this place was the nightclub for the classy.
Adding a bit of sway into her steps, she winked at the door attendant. He held a list. "Evening Miss. Name?"
"Ms. Evans," she replied crisply. "You'll find me in your preferred section."
The attendant looked at where she directed him then nodded. "Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Evans."
Passing through the door, Kriska walked towards the bar counter where a number of well dressed patrons sat. She took a seat as the bartender moved towards her. "Evening, what'll it be?"
"Grasshopper. Ice cold, if you don't mind."
"Not a usual," said the bartender. "Keeps things fresh."
"I'm anything but usual."
The bartender laughed as he began to work his magic. Kriska surveyed the other patrons sitting at the bar. While soft, electronic music pulsed in the background - an ambient-like rhythm - she caught eyes with a lovely little thing. A woman sat at the end of the bar table. Their eyes met briefly, but that was all it took. Kriska found her prey for the night.
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