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Ren did what she could to not gag when he leaned on in her and held strong as he clumsily fumbled with her breast. With all her resolve she leaned back in. "Patience," she whispered with some sharpness she couldn't help. She'd prefer to have him touch her as little as she could get away with.

In a split second decision she decided to lead him down to the spare room where his shotgun was. It'd be easier if she could get his armour was even if that meant.. She tried not to think about it.

While they stumbled together she sent a second message to Oni:

I'm bringing him down to the spare room. Come in when I say so.

Ren

Cipher followed at Ren's suggestion: the pair found the door into Rose's mission room to be closed and were able to slip into the spare room unnoticed. It was quite bland but for the terrible orange carpet: a bed, made up with fresh linens, sat in the centre of the room. There was an end suite bathroom. Cipher's shotgun was propped up in the corner.

As soon as the pair entered, Cipher--forever the gentleman--backed in towards the bed and in a fit of drunken befuddlement began unbuckling the belt around his waist. His eyes invited Ren over to help.

Oni and Tejon

Both Oni and Tejon could hear the pair of them pass the room--despite efforts to remain quiet Cipher couldn't help but generate a clatter.

Ren

It was with a huge clutch of nerves I'm her stomach that she approached Cipher. She conjured up as much eagerness into her face as possible. "Patience," she insisted again. She felt across the top of his waistband with her thumb and prayed she wouldn't have to reach any lower before the deed was done.

Then her hands clutched the bottom of his shirt. This close she could smell the alcohol on him even worse. She took a breath, paused and then continued.

"Let's get this off first," she said, softly now, and began to peal off the armour on his torso. She hoped he'd follow her movements.

Tejon

Tejon nodded calmly when Oni gave the news. Tejon had killed people before, he'd killed people tonight, so despite the oaf's insults earlier in the night, it was something he definitely had the stomach for. "Might be too early to send out Toro. But I could come with, or Tucan, if you think you'll need the help." Tejon offered.

Oni stood up, set in her vow "No." a fierce dedication matched by her solemn spirit "You stay" she approached the door, ready to slip out before "Take just a minute.." with those red glowed eyes. She was like the angel of death herself, ever so silent and serene but ready for the kill all the same

Oni

Oni found that she could slip out the door and down the hall without issue, and in bare moments was standing outside the room where Ren and Cipher were currently. However, it was as she arrived that she heard a creak down the hall--one of the doors opened, and the lady who had been treating Cipher earlier stepped out. She was carrying an empty glass, and headed towards the kitchen. She didn't seem to have heard or seen Oni.

Ren

Cipher allowed his armour to be pealed off his torso, Ren could immediately make out where he had been stitched up across his lower stomach. Otherwise, there was a mass of other, surgical-looking scares across the top of his body--obviously where they had gone in with cybernetics. As she moved, Cipher began a more aggressive sort of fumbling with her own shirt, trying to get it off with one hand, while another reached up its inside. His breath grew heavy with excitement, his breathing deep with anticipation.

Oni pressed against the wall, needlessly silent, after all, she wasnt trying to hide herself from the parched medic, not to say being undisturbed wasnt a clear boon

Ren

Following a deep breath Ren allowed him to take her own top off. Before he could tug off her sports bra she leaned in and gave his shoulder a small nibble. It wasn't all that enthusiastic but she hoped Cipher was too drunk to notice. In the meanwhile her own eyes scanned downwards to check the location of the recent wound on his stomach.

"Turn around, I promise you'll like this," she whispered, her hand tugging at his belt buckle in what she hoped would be an encouraging motion. She began to gently turn him around.

While this was happening she sent a quick message to Oni:

Move to outside the room. I'll tell you when to come in. Just do it quietly.

Ren

Following some of that gentle prodding Cipher allowed himself to be turned around--which brought an end to the preoccupied fumbling he'd just commenced. She felt him lean into her--facing in towards the bed and so with his back turned to the entrance. One reached to grip Rens, the one which was on his belt buckle and pressed it hard against itself.

He muttered something drunkenly which Ren didn't catch.

Ren

She closed her eyes as he gripped her hand. She tried to relax, and not go stiff. Behind him now, her lips moved in to press against his shoulder. The hand he held finally got that buckle undone, and then the first button, and then she began to yank his trousers down. She tried to time the motion so that at the same time, she could reach into her left boot with the other hand and withdraw a knife. It was a 6 inch blade she kept for emergencies and she held it in her back-grip. Then, with the blade firmly in her grip the press of her lips turned into a nibble, and the nibble gave a brief whisper.

"I've been thinking about this since we met."

With her right hand she gripped hard on his testicles, and squeezed. Hoping he would be caught with the shock of that assault, her left hand swung around and, if her aim was true, would plunge itself right into where he had been shot earlier. Then she'd tear across, hoping to catch some internal organs.

She sent a quick message to Oni at the same time.

now

Oni swung open the door, a hellish low glow about her eyes as she charged in, running silently off the ballpoints of her feet. Her katana already angled, her target set, his neck

Ren and Oni

Like any man, Cipher screamed when Ren squeezed--and his grip on her hand loosened ever so slightly. He'd begun to spin around to meet her when the blade plunged into his stomach. It missed the worst of his wound, but still managed a firm entrance. Her erupted in an even more severe cry. Little did Ren know, however, that the point she struck was the exact point where his adrenaline sac was located--which exploded when pierced, pumping a cocktail of drugs into his system which enhanced his alertness, and numbed his senses. Enough to overdose on, but not quite immediately.

She had little time to drag the blade before one of his hands suddenly reached across his body and grabbed the blade-holding hand, holding it firm into his stomach. Then he, himself, squeezed. Ren felt her fingers crumple under the pressure, the blade handled threatened to break in her hand. The pain was enough to distract her from the wing of his other elbow, it cracked into her head with force, her eyes rolled back with the shock. Her vision blurred.

Cipher began to look around, he'd barely caught Ren in his vision, however, when a dash of pure fury flickered in front of him, Oni's blade connecting with his neck. His own eyes widened in shock as it connected with almost enough force to slice his head off in one go. His body grew stiff with that, blood exploding from the carotid artery he'd exposed in his efforts to turn on Ren. His hand released that of the technician and he collapsed forward into his the bed--dead before he had hit the bed, head hanging limp in the slackjawed sideways glance he'd died in, seeming smaller in the rapidly expanding pool of his own blood.

Capable of stepping away now, Ren found much of her bare skin covered in the other man's blood. But she had little time to even recognise let alone concentrate on that, her vision felt off--a pain reached of across her cheek and into her skull, she felt dizzy. But adrenaline kept her on her feet.

Oni had been spared much of the bloodflow from the swiftness of her strike.

Then she heard the shouting from down the hall. The sound of the rapid flurry of action had been enough to wake those around him up. Rose burst into the room, before Oni had even a moment to sheath her weapon, handgun in hand. "What the [&@%!]?" she shouted. She aimed her sidearm on the assassin. Ren found herself incapable of saying anything, efforts to massage her thoughts into words eluding her right now.

"What the actual [&@%!]?" It was repeated.

As she watched the brute's head finally rolled off it's high horse

Oni to Tejon wrote:Done

Oni stood where she was, her katana angled towards the floor as a red gleam trickled down it's edge, her eyes moved off to the side to coldly look at the woman now aiming at her "Liability.." she pointed nonchalantly at the fresh corpse of Cipher "..Eliminated"

She turned slowly to face her, body language unthreatening, so long as unprovoked "Mission integrity essential. Personal agendas.." she bobbed her head towards Ren's direction "..secondary." She stared duly at Rose's eyes, clearly not one to lie or mislead over the factual

Ren and Oni

Rose didn't drop her weapon, though did lower it slightly as the ninja lowered hers. Her gaze shifting between Cipher and Oni, and then only for a few moments on Ren. "Details. Now." It was a growl, her gaze settling on Oni.

Oni pulled up the link and article Tejon and Ren were shared with hours ago, and forwarded it to Rose, the same thing specifically highlighting the bounties and Cipher's unprovoked rampage that nearly costed them the high value executive, along with the external's message regarding the incident

Ren and Oni

Rose blinked, which must have been her first opening the mail Oni sent. There was videos in the links, which she must have paused to watch because she was silent for a good ten seconds. Then she blew a deep breath.

"This is my team, so you decide who's a liability again, I don't [&@%!] care if you think you're [&@%!] Mochizuki, you're a liability."

Her weapon was then holstered. She took another breath. "Clean him up, I'll have someone collect the body when we've left tomorrow." She turned with that, adding: "And for the love of [&@%!] Christ, don't leave his trousers down like that."

She filed out, the whole house was awake with her shouting at this stage.

Ren

Ren was dazed and let Oni do the talking, or lack of talking as it turned out. One hand reached up numbly path her cheek, it came away covered in blood. She blinked, trying to blink away the pain, but it didn't quite work. Afterwards, she looked down at her other hand, the one Cipher had squeezed, and frowned.

She tried to flex the fingers and hoped they weren't broken.

Oni didnt seem fazed in the slightest, in fact, when pressed by the team leader she gone so far as to say "Affirmative" she had no intention otherwise to jeopardize a mission or client.

Once Rose left, she cleaned off her katana and placed it back in it's sheath. Approaching Ren and the now dead Cipher, and in mute action, reached for her forearm, the same with the wounded hand "Don't" she looked at her, the same ever mute expression, as she eyed up her condition

Ren and Oni

Ten found she could flex her fingers--the wound would bruise but it wasn't broken. However her face was another thing: touching her cheek brought about intense pain consistent with a bad fracture.

Oni could see that the fingers were glowing red from the crushing they had just received. From her position it was unclear whether anything was broken.

Tejon
Once he got the message from Oni, Tejon made his way over to the room they were in. He wanted to make sure his comrades were alright, and to see the body for himself. Tejon arrived just as Rose left. He looked inside, blood all over the place, Cipher's head near chopped off.

"I see Cipher nearly lost his head again." Tejon joked, unable to resist the opportunity.

Ren

Ren withdrew her hand from Oni's view as if not keen to accept more help from the assassin. Her senses were starting to return at this stage and that numbness began to be replaced by pain and ringing. "It's not broken," she muttered, presumably referring to her hand.

She didn't smile at Tejon's joke, expressionless as she examined the amount of blood splattered down her chest. She avoided looking at Cipher's body, a swelling in her chest as the realisation of how close to killing her he had been set in.

"I'll shower," she said, eventually, voice quiet. "Need to shower," she said again, this time more insistence in her tone.

Oni put up no resistance, so long as the hand wasnt a hindrance, she can still do her job. She pointed to the back of the room, where just like her room, likely contained a private shower

Afterwards she looked back at Tejon, not really understanding his joke, like humor was devoid in her sense, and instead turned her attention to something that she could understand, orders. She yanked up Cipher's trousers, and given the time, took that chance to also carefully look for those hidden compartments she say earlier in the elevator. Deft hands loomed over his arms

Ten and Oni and Tejon

Oni was correct and Ten would find there was an end suite connected to the room which had a shower she could use.

Searching Cipher's corpse Oni would find hidden compartments in both his arms. They contained an assortment of mechanical tools and a small sum of cash. There seemed to be little else of interest in his arms.

Close to his body now, a pair of clearly mechanical eyes seemed to stare into her soul.

Oni grabbed the sum of cash, piling it into one hand before running a finger through it to count the total sum. To her, it was never personal, just cutting risks, at least something monetary came from it

While she finished up scrapping up what she wanted, she looked back at the still face she had just moments ago lopped off. It wasnt remorse that got her mind moving, it was something else "Eyes, synthetic.." she looked towards Tejon "Executives, one of them had them too. Recorded us.. Probability that he has too?" She said while looking away, basing it off the notion his eyes clearly are advanced enough, and had they been up to her own specs, she would have snatched them all the same

She returned her gaze once more to Tejon, pointing now at her own eye, which hummed a low crimson hue "Mine. Cannot record." almost clarifying her own innocence in her own static way

Ren

Ren didn't speak again and pushed into the bathroom. She examined herself in the mirror first, peering into the wound on her cheek. With the doors closed she could show her true emotions now. Her breathing intensified and her hand grappled with the skin around her neck. A face filled with an uncharacteristic panic stared back. She'd never set out to kill someone like that before. She had killed people on jobs, or most likely killed them, but as a hacker that was never an intention setting out. The plan to murder Cipher felt different now that it was over, even if he had deserved it.

It was a set of thoughts she wanted out of her head. She removed her sports bra and swiftly kicked off her runners and tracksuit bottoms.

She next hopped into the shower. Letting the hot water wash over her and her thoughts and feelings leave her mind she began to calm. She kept her head straight to ignore the sign of blood dripping from her chest and curling around her toes. It was all evidence of the moral crime she had just committed.

She began to think back to why she had done what she had done. It was her father, fear of him being hurt. It was always her father. She took a breath remembering the message he'd sent but she had yet to read. Then, after a flicker of hesitation, she opened it. She was going to give that [&@%!] a piece of her mind back.