Odd Couple 2

My name is Ava Black, and I am 27 years old.
Whether that is true or not I have no way of knowing.

My first kill was at the age of nine, four years after being taken from my parents, to be trained as an assassin.

I have known no other life, and possess no other talent, that I am aware of. Perhaps it is simply a matter of having never being encouraged to do so.

Even among assassins, I am a specialist.
I move, unnoticed, among a society’s elite. I was chosen, even at such a young age, for my features, and educated in a manner that would ensure that nothing would ever have me out of place amongst those I was to ply my trade.

I believe most would be shocked to discover what it is I do, it must be hard to reconcile such a delicate face with a thing like murder.

With my pale blond hair, grey eyes,and slender build, I could blend into any board meeting, any political stage, any society affair, and no one would see anything out of place at all.
So I’m sure it must come as quite the puzzle that I should come to be hunting you, Mr Riddick.

It appears that you have crossed the wrong man, at some point, and further compounded the error by killing the man sent to kill you for it.

If the agency that I had come to view as my family had not imploded upon itself, my talent would never have been spent on such a hunt.
Such is the fate of the unemployed.

I was given your files, with lists of your various crimes, and observations about your methods, and which prisons you had been sentenced to.

This is a poor method of gathering intelligence for a kill. Far too much is left out, and observations tend to be made by those with such a bias against the subject as to make it almost impossible to get a true feel for the target.

I found myself needing to go deeper, to track you personally, and not merely as a target.
And so, I found myself on New Mecca, upon a rooftop, having exposed myself to a target, something I have not done in the 18 years that I have been an assassin, wondering how my employer will view the killing of his four mercenaries at my hands.

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