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Daniel Perez whistled softly to himself as he calmly strode down a hallway in the beautiful Mendoza mansion. He'd been in the employ of the Mendoza cartel for over a year, ever since Carlito Flores' death had spelled the end of the Flores family's cartel. He wondered if his brother, Alejandro, was still working for La Madre de la Muerte. He shuddered at the thought of that woman. Her very presence was enough to warp a man's mind. Stepping into Juan Mendoza's office, he said, "You wanted to see me, Generalissimo?" "Yes, come in, my boy," he boomed heartily, "I have a new assignment for you." Daniel grinned as his hand involuntarily reached towards the throwing knife holster beneath his shirt.
"So run through me again who this Jeannete woman is." Daniel said as he strolled towards the garage, talking on the phone with Alejandro. "She's a descendant of the famous French explorer Jacques Cartier." the older Perez replied. "All right, but how does she tie into this? Why am I killing her?" he said. "A few years ago, her father, then a police detective, killed one of Juan's sons after a violent shootout lasting several hours. Several officers were killed..." "So now Juan sends me out as the hand of his justice." Daniel cut in. "Exactly. Now, I have to go. Madre is about to brief me on my next mission. Mejor de las suertes a usted, hermano." "And to you, as well, Alejandro." he said, turning off the phone & unlocking his car.
Jeannete leaned on the side of the building, watching the people pass by. Her hotel room had been taken by some stranger using her name, so she had nowhere to go. Her vacation had already turned sour, and she hadn't been off the plane for an hour. Her luggage had already been taken to the hotel room, so her tickets back home were gone, along with her clothes and laptop. The person in her room was probably having the time of their life...
Jeannete stormed out of the airport, cursing under her breath in French. She had been trying to get her ticket back, but the airport workers had some strange idea in her head that she was a citizen of Mexico, not France, trying to escape. What rubbish! She turned her head to glare at the security guards who had thrown her out (for no reason), so she didn't see the person in front of her until she ran into them. "Ah, désolé..."
"Greetings, Ms. Cartier," Daniel said, grinning broadly as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Or do you prefer to be called Jeannete?" As the guards moved to stop him, he produced 2 throwing knives from his shirt sleeve & hurled them, the blades embedding themselves deep in the officers' necks. As they crumpled to the ground with a wet gurgle, Daniel produced a gigantic machete from a scabbard on his back, raising it high & preparing it for a downward slice.
By the time the machete had been shown, Jeannete had run behind the man, now holding a gun to the back of his head. "What is your reason for wanting to kill me?" It was less of a question and more of a command, but that didn't change much. Smirking, Daniel replied, "It is the will of God." he didn't feel like telling this woman the real purposes behind his assassination attempt. He had to admit, she was good. Pulling out a throwing knife, he slashed at Jeannete's hand, dropping low & transitioning into a perfect low sweep without missing a beat.
Jeanette dashed out of the way, an irritated smile on her face. "Don't lie to me, assassin. Who do you work for? Why am I to be killed?" She had switched her gun to her other hand, as the other was bleeding slightly. Not enough to cause worry, but enough to hurt. "Just know that you've inherited your father's past." he muttered, swiping again with the blade, ripping open her jacket. "And now, that past has come back to haunt you!" he continued, pulling a dozen more knives from a holster in the small of his back, spreading them like a fan of steel.
She dodged most of the knives, though some sliced through her skin, leaving multiple cuts on her face and arms. "My stay here is only going to get worse, isn't it?" She shot at the man multiple times, not caring where the bullets hit. It was another assassination attempt. How many enemies did her father HAVE? 'Well, at least I got SOMETHING from my father..though at this point I'd rather have nothing from him..' The thought never reached her lips, but it showed slightly on her face.
Ducking & rolling to the side as Jeannete fired at him, Daniel smiled as he noticed the brief moment of emotion that showed on her face, knowing his taunt had hit harder than he had realized. Taking advantage of her brief moment of distraction, he drew his machete & sliced through her jeans, blood welling up in the nasty gash. "A valiant fight, young one," he said, slashing again, "But this is a fight you cannot win."
She stepped forward, grabbing at the collar of the man and pulling his face towards hers. "I don't care if this a fight I cannot win, as long as I don't have to deal with it EVER AGAIN!" She pressed her gun into the stranger's stomach, then pulled the trigger, muttering, "Retour à l'enfer, assassin, et laissez-moi le camp seul." She threw him on the ground, walking away without a backwards glance, her gaze hardened.
Grunting as the bullet tore into his flesh, Daniel staggered to his feet & slashed at two police officers as they strode up to him with handcuffs. Calling after her, he shouted, "You cannot run forever, Jeannete! I will find you! And then, la voluntad de Dios se llevara a cabo!" Smirking as he holstered his machete, Daniel hobbled off towards an approaching cab, pulling the driver out of the seat & peeling off.
Wincing slightly as Dr. Leon Marquez tore the bullet out of the wound, Daniel dragged the golden flame of his lighter along one of his knives, coloring the blade a bright orange. Pressing the blazing metal to the injury, he clenched his teeth as his skin screamed in pain & smiled, examining the newly cauterized wound in a mirror. "Much better." he said, hopping off the examination table. "How do you plan on assassinating that woman now? She knows you're onto her." Marquez said. "I have a few ideas," he said, jerking his head to the taxi parked outside, "Including this stolen cab."