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Lucia got up from her spot and started walking, the string got drawn back snapping against the back of her hand lightly. She walked out of the room and out into the lobby of the house, she walked slowly not with any care. She tapped the railing lightly as she went to go up the stairs. She tripped over something placed on one of the stairs her hands flew our strings wrapping firmly around the railing and hears soft thuds and a rip, she flinched realizing that one of the strings ripped a canvas and she ruined she wall. She fixed herself and brought the strings back, muttering under het breath. -
Tatsu sat with his assistant in the passenger seat of a black Suburban a quarter mile away from the house with his binoculars. His employed team was sloppy, making noise as they scaled the walls. One man hooked on the roof, slipped and banged on a window. Tatsuya leaned over to his assistant. "They don't live after this." He ordered. The assistant pulled out a phone and started typing. The first man entered the house, and Tatsu rubbed his temples in frustration. He had gone in an occupied room.
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Lucia jumped as she heard the person. She spun around turning in the general direction on the person to be, her eyes narrowed even though, "Who are you?" She asked in an accusing growl. She didn't wait for an answer before she started to move her fingers, someone would of had to of been trained very well to see these strings coming and she assumed that not many people had that skill, that and they were really fast and the light would have to hit them just right to be seen. Strings wrapped around his legs, arms, and neck in no even order, "Why are you in my house?" She growled pulling on them very tightly, gripping tighter her pulled harshly hearing the small noise of ripping flesh. -
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Tatsuya groaned and leaned back in his seat. "Damn she can fight. She may be a problem." He grabbed his pistol and hooked on a silencer. "We go tomorrow. Send my team the contract information and tell them to suit up quick. And radio in the retreat. Remember, all of them, DEAD." He opened his door and slid out. He walked to his Porsche, hopped in and slammed on the gas.
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The strings came back fast she felt the warms liquid splash against her face and dress she flinched and shook her head not wanting to deal with it. She calmly walked out of the main part and walked onto her bedroom and fell on the bed. She'd lost all sense of appetite she was building up she slid the medal off her fingers and placed them in a bowl on the table beside her bed. She whipped the blood off her face and like it off her fingers.
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Later that night, Tatsuya was lying in his bed, thinking of the entry plan to the following night. " I'll have to deal with her myself." He said. He grabbed a map of the house and started drawing his entry plan. He grabbed his phone and grabbed his weapons man, Ricky. "Hey Rick, it's me. I need my good blades, remote triggers, new two shot shotgun and the special bullets ASAP. Thanks." He hung up. His phone buzzed in his hand. "Hello?" He asked. "You cannot be king without a queen." The voice said. Tatsuya's eyes shot open. "Yes sir." The caller hung up and Tatsuya shut off his phone. He grabbed his walkie. "Got a call from the big boss, not good." He spoke into it. He sighed and later down.
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The next morning Lucia woke up to the sun burning against her skin through the window. She got up quickly discarding her clothes and pulling on skin tight shorts and tank top before pulling on the softest one of her yukatas. She fixed her hair and pulled on her gloves and put the medal through her fingers and let the sleeves of her yukata fall a good inch or two past her fingers. She walked out of her room and down the hall. Her fingers delicately placed on the wall beside her, she noitced the marks in the wall and the rip in the painting missing. She shrugged it off deciding to ignore that and she hopped down the rest of the stairs and headed into the kitchen.
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Tatsuya woke with a start. He checked his watch. 5 and a half. 3 hours from go time. He got up and walked down to his car, a black Porsche Cayman with an unregistered plate. He drove downtown to Ricky's place. It was a run down apartment complex. He walked in and took the stairs to his floor. He knocked on the door. No response. He took out what looked like a glasses case, but when he opened it up, it was about a dozen lock picking tools better than dentist tools. He picked the lock in no time. He slipped in and picked up the duffle bag in the hall. He checked to make sure everything was inside then tossed a roll of cash on the ground and left.
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