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Hey wait a minute! Shouldn't this be a job for the masked assassin? Well, Torres likes to do a little improv sometimes...

The target had been assigned yesterday, a contract on "Jacobs". The kill is set to take place on a Wednesday night, where he's often found at this very dive bar. Torres decided to check the bar out the night before, any hints of danger or escape routes she (or Jacobs) might take! It was a rather quiet night, 6-8 patrons at the establishment. Torres really stood out from the usual crowd of bikers, but even they knew that Torres was a women they didn't want to mess with. There was however one nuisance at the establishment, sitting right beside Torres, drunk off his ass.

His pointless stammering and diatribes left her rolling her eyes as she attempted to jot down intel on the bar. Then her eyes locked on a man across the bar who just sat down. Shaved head, leather jacket, scar over his right eye...It was Jacobs, at least that's what she thought. She quickly notified "La Empresa" on her phone, this might be her one chance to take him out, but she had no weapons on her to speak of, and well...It's kinda hard to neutralize someone at a public establishment and, well, get away with it. Also, she needed confirmation that this was indeed Jacobs, there might be another buzz cut leather jacketed scar faced psycho out there ya know!

A light bulb went on in her head, she tapped the drunken fool on his shoulder and whispered, "Could you do me a favor darling?" His eyes grew wide, and nodded cheerily “Ask baldy over there if he knows Mr. Jacobs”.” He was confused by the proposition, but he agreed, heck he’d do anything to please the Brazilian goddess. He got up, stammered over there, bumping into a few disgruntled bikers along the way, and got right up to the target. “You uh, you know of a Mr. Jacobs sir?”. The man was looking down the entire time, but this got his attention. He growled “i’m jacobs… what...do you want…”. Drunky didn’t know what to do now, and shrugged his shoulders in confusion. Jacobs was an impatient man to say the least, he quickly got up, grabbing drunky by the collar of his shirt saying “are you…wasting my time?” Torres got her answer, but she couldn’t intervene quite yet, like any assassin, she had to wait until it was the perfect time to strike. Drunky unfortunately couldn’t wait, he kept peering over at Torres, but she was too busy looking at the menu, jokingly. Drunky unfortunately belched right in Jacob’s face, he had enough. POW! A sock right to the nose of Drunky sent him crumbling to the ground, knocked out cold. The bartender gave him a warning right there, of course fights were common at this establishment, but they do have their one quirky rule “You only get one punch!”

Jacob’s short fuse was lit, and had to calm himself in the dirty washroom. Torres smirked, now was the moment to strike! She slowly made her way across the bar and around the corner to the men’s restroom. Sure the place wasn’t packed, but she drew eyes everywhere she went. Lucky for her the bathrooms’ were practically out of sight of everyone. Jacobs was at the urinal, head down, shaking rather aggressively. Torres might not have the tools she has as an assassin, but she did have a plan B in her purse…chloroform! A little dab of a cloth and she made her way towards him. Jacobs knew someone was approaching, he gave off a stern warning “back..off…or I’ll-”...

Too late, Torres aggressively placed the chloroform over his mouth as he kicked and jirated angrily! She whispered in his ear “you’re coming with me jacobs…” He started to sink lower and lower as Torres held the grip of the cloth tightly around his mouth. Suddenly, a biker had just entered the bathroom, taken aback by the attack!

Torres looked over, gave a stern warning just in her eyes, a proper “stay in your lane” look that quietly made him back off. Jacobs slowly sunk and he too, just like drunky, was out. Torres took a deep breath, hoisted Jacobs on her boulder shoulder, and carried him off. With the biker standing there, shaking his head, thinking to himself “Typical Tuesday…”

Torres carried Jacobs through the bar, heading toward the exit. Drunky had regained consciousness, with Torres tossing his wallet to him, keeping it from potential thieves. “Uh, thanks, uh guess…uh…”, he mumbled. The bar owner wanted to know what happened? He yelled from across the room to Torres before she headed out, “For goodness sakes! What did you do to him?” Torres replied “I got my one punch in.” As she headed out the exit…Now it was time to tie Jacobs down and bring him back to her Villa, before…Well…you know…

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Hey wait a minute! Shouldn't this be a job for the masked assassin? Well, Torres likes to do a little improv sometimes...

The target had been assigned yesterday, a contract on "Jacobs". The kill is set to take place on a Wednesday night, where he's often found at this very dive bar. Torres decided to check the bar out the night before, any hints of danger or escape routes she (or Jacobs) might take! It was a rather quiet night, 6-8 patrons at the establishment. Torres really stood out from the usual crowd of bikers, but even they knew that Torres was a women they didn't want to mess with. There was however one nuisance at the establishment, sitting right beside Torres, drunk off his ass.

His pointless stammering and diatribes left her rolling her eyes as she attempted to jot down intel on the bar. Then her eyes locked on a man across the bar who just sat down. Shaved head, leather jacket, scar over his right eye...It was Jacobs, at least that's what she thought. She quickly notified "La Empresa" on her phone, this might be her one chance to take him out, but she had no weapons on her to speak of, and well...It's kinda hard to neutralize someone at a public establishment and, well, get away with it. Also, she needed confirmation that this was indeed Jacobs, there might be another buzz cut leather jacketed scar faced psycho out there ya know!

A light bulb went on in her head, she tapped the drunken fool on his shoulder and whispered, "Could you do me a favor darling?" His eyes grew wide, and nodded cheerily “Ask baldy over there if he knows Mr. Jacobs”.” He was confused by the proposition, but he agreed, heck he’d do anything to please the Brazilian goddess. He got up, stammered over there, bumping into a few disgruntled bikers along the way, and got right up to the target. “You uh, you know of a Mr. Jacobs sir?”. The man was looking down the entire time, but this got his attention. He growled “i’m jacobs… what...do you want…”. Drunky didn’t know what to do now, and shrugged his shoulders in confusion. Jacobs was an impatient man to say the least, he quickly got up, grabbing drunky by the collar of his shirt saying “are you…wasting my time?” Torres got her answer, but she couldn’t intervene quite yet, like any assassin, she had to wait until it was the perfect time to strike. Drunky unfortunately couldn’t wait, he kept peering over at Torres, but she was too busy looking at the menu, jokingly. Drunky unfortunately belched right in Jacob’s face, he had enough. POW! A sock right to the nose of Drunky sent him crumbling to the ground, knocked out cold. The bartender gave him a warning right there, of course fights were common at this establishment, but they do have their one quirky rule “You only get one punch!”

Jacob’s short fuse was lit, and had to calm himself in the dirty washroom. Torres smirked, now was the moment to strike! She slowly made her way across the bar and around the corner to the men’s restroom. Sure the place wasn’t packed, but she drew eyes everywhere she went. Lucky for her the bathrooms’ were practically out of sight of everyone. Jacobs was at the urinal, head down, shaking rather aggressively. Torres might not have the tools she has as an assassin, but she did have a plan B in her purse…chloroform! A little dab of a cloth and she made her way towards him. Jacobs knew someone was approaching, he gave off a stern warning “back..off…or I’ll-”...

Too late, Torres aggressively placed the chloroform over his mouth as he kicked and jirated angrily! She whispered in his ear “you’re coming with me jacobs…” He started to sink lower and lower as Torres held the grip of the cloth tightly around his mouth. Suddenly, a biker had just entered the bathroom, taken aback by the attack!

Torres looked over, gave a stern warning just in her eyes, a proper “stay in your lane” look that quietly made him back off. Jacobs slowly sunk and he too, just like drunky, was out. Torres took a deep breath, hoisted Jacobs on her boulder shoulder, and carried him off. With the biker standing there, shaking his head, thinking to himself “Typical Tuesday…”

Torres carried Jacobs through the bar, heading toward the exit. Drunky had regained consciousness, with Torres tossing his wallet to him, keeping it from potential thieves. “Uh, thanks, uh guess…uh…”, he mumbled. The bar owner wanted to know what happened? He yelled from across the room to Torres before she headed out, “For goodness sakes! What did you do to him?” Torres replied “I got my one punch in.” As she headed out the exit…Now it was time to tie Jacobs down and bring him back to her Villa, before…Well…you know…