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As smoothly as the first job went, the second was proving to be much more difficult. This target, a middle-aged man with thick dark hair just starting to turn grey and a jaw that once could have cut glass, had been around the block a few times. Several plain-clothed body guards continually kept on eye on him. It was going to be tough, especially with Paco out for the count.

Said Mexican knocked on Dante's door, wrapped up in his coat as tight as it would go. His bright pink nose rivaled his hair in terms of brightness. The soft click of the latch notified him that door was opening.

"That cold didn't get any better did it?"

"No. And the next job has be done, like yesterday," He sighed and rubbed his hands together. "Can I come in?"

Dante took a few steps back. "It always needs to be done 'like yesterday'. Who's the lucky s.o.b?"

"This guy." Paco sifted a folder out of his jacket and handed it to her. "He's a real piece of work, as I'm sure you can see for yourself." He lowered his rump into one of the chairs sitting like he just doesn't give a damn at the dining table as Dante scanned the information.

"Interesting..."

Paco sighed and sat back in his chair.

"Because of my," he paused, chewing over how to phrase his sentence, "current state, you'll be going this one alone."

"Greaaaaaaaaaaaaat." Dante rolled her eyes and sat across from him. "With my luck, he'll be the kind of guy who cheats on his wife with whores or something like that."

"He likes really young girls… well, he likes them dressed that way."

"Please tell me you're kidding."

Paco smirked softly at her.

"The things I do for this job." She rolled her eyes again, one more time and Paco was sure that they'd continue rolling right out of her head. "I guess it's a matter now of finding his usual spot and having a bit of fun with him."

Paco laughed, or tried to. It ended up sounding more like an asthmatic cough.

"Just don't have too much fun. We can't leave too much evidence behind."

"I know how to cover my tracks. I have been in this situation before. Thanks for the vote of confidence."

The Mexican shot her a skeptical glance and shrugged. "I trust you, but there's always something that gets left behind. But let's move onto more… positive subjects…." He smirked.

Dante rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Am I gonna have to dress like some kind of slut doll to catch the guy's attention?"

"Right on the money." Paco grinned. "I'll help you out with it. I have some of my sister's old clothes. They should fit just fine."

"Define 'just fine'." Dante was definitely not looking forward to this. She let out a sigh and opened her mouth again, "I might still have the boots though."

"Bring them with you. We have to get this done by tomorrow night. Be at my house around 8 pm. We'll have plenty of time to whore you out by then.

---

The duo emerged from Paco's house and walked to the bar the target frequented, arriving just after 10 pm. Dante's outfit was thankfully hidden underneath a long black trench as to not draw unnecessary attention from passer-bys. Paco situated himself at a bus stop with a brown bag containing Theraflu as opposed to liquor. The bright pink of his cheeks and his equally pink nose would convince nearly anyone that he was just some poor drunk. He had chosen a stop at the same side of the street as the bar. He had to keep an eye on Dante as she escorted the Target out and it would be easier if he could just follow them.

Dante considered herself lucky. She may be dolled up like a prostitute in a jean skirt that showed off as much leg as possible without showing her cooch, a shirt that hugged curves she didn't know existed thanks to a push-up bra, and heels that easily made her 5'10", but she wasn't outside freezing her ass off!

As if on cue, an oily middle-aged man glanced her way. He sneered and slithered over to her.

"Hey there," He purred at her. It took almost all of Dante's strength not to deck the man into the wall and run away. She forced herself to smile widely and pushes her chest up just enough to give Mr. R--- the Target --- a show. She innocently returned his greeting as he ushered her to a booth and slid next to her. The dolled-up blonde could have sworn she saw a trail of oil following this man. His hair was greased into a style she'd only seen in Technicolor movies and his cologne was far too strong for her tastes.

"Mind if I join you?" He was trying to be suave. This was going to be a long, long night.

"Please do," She glanced down and then back at his face, keeping her innocent façade up. "I'm new here and a bit lonely. Not a lot of friendly people, you see."

"Really? Then it's a good thing I came along." Dante hesitated opening her mouth. She was sure she'd gag from his strong come on if not his cologne. He slid an arm around her small shoulders and smirked. Dante died a little inside as she crossed leg over the other, giving him a little show.

"You must be freezing in only a skirt and that," he smirked, "thin t-shirt."

"Maybe you'd like to warm me up later?" G-d, smite me now!

"Why wait for later?"

"Fine with me" You wanna die sooner, fine with me you fuckin creep!

He held out his hand for her to take, ever the gentleman as they creep out the side door into a deserted alleyway. Dante was fuckin' freezing and knew he could tell. The alleyway wasn't that dark.

Paco perked up. He heard something in the alley almost right behind him and peered into it. He could barely make out the shape of who he hoped were Dante and the Target. A voice echoed from the couple.

"I like your shirt." ..?

"You do?" About fuckin time! He was freezing his johnson off and was quite sure his cold was going from bad to worse. He had run out of Theraflu and was popping Halls like they were going out of style.

"I just got it today. But I'm sure a man like you would much rather see it off. Am I wrong?"

"Not completely," He raped her chest with his eyes, practically drooling as Dante slipped her choker off her neck. Her skin looked very inviting and the man replied ASAP. It was Dante's turn to smirk as she slipped her choker around his neck and, well, choked the s.o.b.

"Wha--…hwa ar---" He struggled as his airway started to get crushed. Dante retained a tight hold on the man, despite the shoves. She was determined to kill him but he was determined to stay alive!

Paco could hear the man struggling for air and panicked. If he could hear it, could his bodyguards hear it too?! He got up and walked into the alley.

"What the hell are you doing?! This was supposed to be quick and quiet!"

Dante, who had finally gotten sick of this fucker, kicked him right in the family jewels, causing him to go down. The target, already a lovely shade of red, turned purple with pain and rage. "Hold him down!" Her partner quickly shut his trap, took the choker in one hand and pressed on the man's shoulders to keep him down. Dante flicked her butterfly knife open and stabbed the man in the chest twice. She gave her partner a look that said he could let go.

"B….bitch…" Red seeped out onto his shirt and mixed with gravel behind him.

"Drop the card and let's get going before his stooges come out looking for him…and find us instead."
She grabbed the card, still wrapped in the tissue, and dropped it with a creepily satisfied smirk on her face. Paco decided it was better not to comment on it and offered her back the long black trench. He picked up the choker with the tissue and handed it to her.

"Get rid of this when you can. We have one more."
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PART 1: [link]
PART 3: [link]

For *Fine-Primo
Text, color and Paco : ~wake2Z
RP for text, lineart and Dante: ~typehere

Inspirational music (because yeah, I always draw with music on ): [link] (Yes I thought it was funny and if you check the version with lyrics the theme is treason.. so I guess it fits even more? XD )

Description
As smoothly as the first job went, the second was proving to be much more difficult. This target, a middle-aged man with thick dark hair just starting to turn grey and a jaw that once could have cut glass, had been around the block a few times. Several plain-clothed body guards continually kept on eye on him. It was going to be tough, especially with Paco out for the count.

Said Mexican knocked on Dante's door, wrapped up in his coat as tight as it would go. His bright pink nose rivaled his hair in terms of brightness. The soft click of the latch notified him that door was opening.

"That cold didn't get any better did it?"

"No. And the next job has be done, like yesterday," He sighed and rubbed his hands together. "Can I come in?"

Dante took a few steps back. "It always needs to be done 'like yesterday'. Who's the lucky s.o.b?"

"This guy." Paco sifted a folder out of his jacket and handed it to her. "He's a real piece of work, as I'm sure you can see for yourself." He lowered his rump into one of the chairs sitting like he just doesn't give a damn at the dining table as Dante scanned the information.

"Interesting..."

Paco sighed and sat back in his chair.

"Because of my," he paused, chewing over how to phrase his sentence, "current state, you'll be going this one alone."

"Greaaaaaaaaaaaaat." Dante rolled her eyes and sat across from him. "With my luck, he'll be the kind of guy who cheats on his wife with whores or something like that."

"He likes really young girls… well, he likes them dressed that way."

"Please tell me you're kidding."

Paco smirked softly at her.

"The things I do for this job." She rolled her eyes again, one more time and Paco was sure that they'd continue rolling right out of her head. "I guess it's a matter now of finding his usual spot and having a bit of fun with him."

Paco laughed, or tried to. It ended up sounding more like an asthmatic cough.

"Just don't have too much fun. We can't leave too much evidence behind."

"I know how to cover my tracks. I have been in this situation before. Thanks for the vote of confidence."

The Mexican shot her a skeptical glance and shrugged. "I trust you, but there's always something that gets left behind. But let's move onto more… positive subjects…." He smirked.

Dante rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Am I gonna have to dress like some kind of slut doll to catch the guy's attention?"

"Right on the money." Paco grinned. "I'll help you out with it. I have some of my sister's old clothes. They should fit just fine."

"Define 'just fine'." Dante was definitely not looking forward to this. She let out a sigh and opened her mouth again, "I might still have the boots though."

"Bring them with you. We have to get this done by tomorrow night. Be at my house around 8 pm. We'll have plenty of time to whore you out by then.

---

The duo emerged from Paco's house and walked to the bar the target frequented, arriving just after 10 pm. Dante's outfit was thankfully hidden underneath a long black trench as to not draw unnecessary attention from passer-bys. Paco situated himself at a bus stop with a brown bag containing Theraflu as opposed to liquor. The bright pink of his cheeks and his equally pink nose would convince nearly anyone that he was just some poor drunk. He had chosen a stop at the same side of the street as the bar. He had to keep an eye on Dante as she escorted the Target out and it would be easier if he could just follow them.

Dante considered herself lucky. She may be dolled up like a prostitute in a jean skirt that showed off as much leg as possible without showing her cooch, a shirt that hugged curves she didn't know existed thanks to a push-up bra, and heels that easily made her 5'10", but she wasn't outside freezing her ass off!

As if on cue, an oily middle-aged man glanced her way. He sneered and slithered over to her.

"Hey there," He purred at her. It took almost all of Dante's strength not to deck the man into the wall and run away. She forced herself to smile widely and pushes her chest up just enough to give Mr. R--- the Target --- a show. She innocently returned his greeting as he ushered her to a booth and slid next to her. The dolled-up blonde could have sworn she saw a trail of oil following this man. His hair was greased into a style she'd only seen in Technicolor movies and his cologne was far too strong for her tastes.

"Mind if I join you?" He was trying to be suave. This was going to be a long, long night.

"Please do," She glanced down and then back at his face, keeping her innocent façade up. "I'm new here and a bit lonely. Not a lot of friendly people, you see."

"Really? Then it's a good thing I came along." Dante hesitated opening her mouth. She was sure she'd gag from his strong come on if not his cologne. He slid an arm around her small shoulders and smirked. Dante died a little inside as she crossed leg over the other, giving him a little show.

"You must be freezing in only a skirt and that," he smirked, "thin t-shirt."

"Maybe you'd like to warm me up later?" G-d, smite me now!

"Why wait for later?"

"Fine with me" You wanna die sooner, fine with me you fuckin creep!

He held out his hand for her to take, ever the gentleman as they creep out the side door into a deserted alleyway. Dante was fuckin' freezing and knew he could tell. The alleyway wasn't that dark.

Paco perked up. He heard something in the alley almost right behind him and peered into it. He could barely make out the shape of who he hoped were Dante and the Target. A voice echoed from the couple.

"I like your shirt." ..?

"You do?" About fuckin time! He was freezing his johnson off and was quite sure his cold was going from bad to worse. He had run out of Theraflu and was popping Halls like they were going out of style.

"I just got it today. But I'm sure a man like you would much rather see it off. Am I wrong?"

"Not completely," He raped her chest with his eyes, practically drooling as Dante slipped her choker off her neck. Her skin looked very inviting and the man replied ASAP. It was Dante's turn to smirk as she slipped her choker around his neck and, well, choked the s.o.b.

"Wha--…hwa ar---" He struggled as his airway started to get crushed. Dante retained a tight hold on the man, despite the shoves. She was determined to kill him but he was determined to stay alive!

Paco could hear the man struggling for air and panicked. If he could hear it, could his bodyguards hear it too?! He got up and walked into the alley.

"What the hell are you doing?! This was supposed to be quick and quiet!"

Dante, who had finally gotten sick of this fucker, kicked him right in the family jewels, causing him to go down. The target, already a lovely shade of red, turned purple with pain and rage. "Hold him down!" Her partner quickly shut his trap, took the choker in one hand and pressed on the man's shoulders to keep him down. Dante flicked her butterfly knife open and stabbed the man in the chest twice. She gave her partner a look that said he could let go.

"B….bitch…" Red seeped out onto his shirt and mixed with gravel behind him.

"Drop the card and let's get going before his stooges come out looking for him…and find us instead."
She grabbed the card, still wrapped in the tissue, and dropped it with a creepily satisfied smirk on her face. Paco decided it was better not to comment on it and offered her back the long black trench. He picked up the choker with the tissue and handed it to her.

"Get rid of this when you can. We have one more."
---------
PART 1: [link]
PART 3: [link]

For *Fine-Primo
Text, color and Paco : ~wake2Z
RP for text, lineart and Dante: ~typehere

Inspirational music (because yeah, I always draw with music on ): [link] (Yes I thought it was funny and if you check the version with lyrics the theme is treason.. so I guess it fits even more? XD )