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   HITMAN
a person who is paid to kill someone, especially for a criminal or political organization.

She wasn’t hired by criminals or any organization. She fought for the girls that couldn’t stand up for themselves, the average housewife, girlfriend and daughter.

Bella wasn’t sure how many men she had killed at the point, she’d lost count months ago. Call her egotistical but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be caught just yet. She killed men that nobody would miss, so there was no point to put a large bounty on her head.

When Bella wasn’t shooting abusers in the back of the head, she was hunting down targets, slowly following them, watching what they did and who they interacted with.
Bella followed behind a heavier set man, wearing a business suit. Apparently this bastard was a heavy drinker and would abuse his daughter and wife. The wife recently came to Bella, asking her to put the guy down, Bella would be paid a few thousand woolongs if she completed the contract.

The streets were crowded, and Bella was having a bit of trouble keeping tabs. The girl grumbled quietly as she gently moved people out of her way with her shoulders. That was when she bumped into a tall man with spikey hair, he was completely blocking her path.
Her target was getting away and that made Bella nervous.

“E-Excuse me, please.” She responded in a meek voice.

^{he hasn’t drawn out his gun yet and no one knows who he is. suppose that’s the thrill of the chase, the thrill of having the upper-hand, the thrill of prolonging this moment bending his targets back before they snap into a sort of adrenaline-pumping reaction. he’s heard about her and the bounty posted by a very angry man in relation to one of her victims  (  he doesn’t care about the story behind it,  hasn’t heard it ;   all he wants is the job done  )  and this is what brings him here today,  standing right in front of her.} 

^{it’s like he expects her to be there and ..  after understanding her motives and getting aid from jet and ed, suppose he has.} 

^{“  got some place to be ?  “   he says as the man behind him only scrambles away further. he looks lax, as if in the middle of a morning stroll, even without his cigarette.} 

^{“ do you know how much you’re worth ?  “     he asks,  now drawing out his gun tucked at the back of the waistband of his pants.  he points it to her.  no intention to shoot just yet,  but unarm if there’s ever a threat that arises.}