Off the Leash [CLOSED]

A faint burning smell filtered through the hallway leading to the penthouse suite. A handful of cameras were scattered through, electric eyes keeping watch on who came in and out. Of course, some back-alley laser eye surgery had rendered their vision dark. Kitsune stood on the side of the door, properly suited, unlike last time. Her gun was unholstered, the barrel warm to the touch. She’d opted for lower power and silenced. After all, why carry a shotgun when all the brute force she needed currently had their arm thrown around her, their head resting on her shoulder? Kitsune ran back through the contract one more time in her head, making sure everything was laid out correctly.

Nine Tails, Inc received many contract opportunities. What she lacked in social skills, Mariko more than made up for in SEO. After the first contract, all it took was some good word of mouth and a couple more successes before they had a shining reputation. She was selective though, rarely taking on the same client twice. After that first contract, it was usually more of the same. Some people wanted debts collected, others wanted robberies, and yet more wanted good old-fashioned murder. Mari didn’t care about the reason behind any of it, she just wanted some interesting challenges. She enjoyed being sneaky, being stealthy, getting in and out without a trace.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one doing these jobs.

She was grateful to have Spork around, even more so that they wanted to work with her. However, stealth and sneaking fit them about as well as their birth name. They’d been antsy for the past few days, and Mari knew why. Spork was basically a dog, and all dogs needed to run around and stretch their legs. Although in Spork’s case, it was more stretching their violence muscles. They needed an opportunity to be wild, to be let off the leash. It’s what allowed them to maintain a level of quiet in their other jobs.

That’s what she was searching for. Something that would give Spork the release they needed. And Mari was pretty sure she’d found it. Some idiot who was clearly new to this whole dark web thing had identified himself as a wealthy businessman who had been convinced by his stock broker to invest a significant portion of his funds into one specific airline. Unfortunately, the value of the stock had plummeted around the same time one of its planes did. Now he wanted the broker to pay. His rules were specific, and he’d paid the entirety up front. He wanted it to look like a home invasion and burglary. He wanted the broker beaten to death if possible. And anything within the apartment was fair game. It was the perfect fit.



That had led to them suiting up, infiltrating the location, and now standing outside of the man’s door. Kitsune had heard faint sounds coming from inside, perhaps a television or radio. Normally she’d want to do more surveillance, but the contract wanted it as soon as possible. That, and as soon as Shiba had gotten wind they’d wanted to go immediately. It took a great deal of negotiation to get them to agree to wait until nightfall. Making sure her safety was off, Kitsune tapped the side of Shiba’s helmet twice.