3RDperson POV

Three men stood in an abandoned warehouse, the full moon shining down on them through the gaps in the roof. The men looked nervous their hands and feet tapping an unknown rhythm and their eyes looking and watching for any danger. They had been waiting here for the last half an hour and they were becoming impatient. Still no one said anything as they did not have to wait much longer till another man walked in with a pair of men holding a limp body between them. The man who had just entered had greying hair cold grey eyes and was in his mid-forties but his most prominent feature was the scar that ran from just under his left eye and ended at the bottom of his lip. It gave him a cruel look that suited this kind of man, a man who took everything and left nothing.

He nodded at the three men in the abandoned warehouse who quickly went to get a chair for the limp body that was on the floor. The limp man's face was beaten badly and his black messy hair was dried to his neck and head. The two men who carried him in shoved him onto the chair and tied his hands behind his back.

"Look what I found lurking around." The scar faced man said. Walking up to the young man who was tied to the chair. He inspected him before speaking to the other men in the room he was clearly in charge "bring me some water it's time to wake him up" he chuckled softly as he imaged what was about to happen.

Unknown to the men in the room a women was slowly making her way through the rafters her auburn coloured hair swaying in the wind and as she moved into a moons beam her face was visible. She was beautiful with full pink lips and her blue eyes sparkling at the thought of the violence to come. On her skin tight black suit she had a few guns and a knife tucked away in her combat boots.

The scar faced man throws the freezing water all over the young man as he jolted awake. His sea green eyes moving calculating what was about to happen.

"Ahh so you are finally awake I see." The scar faced man said. "Now it's time to find out who you are working for, Reuben bring me the tools" he smiled wickedly as one of the men walked over to a pile of boxes and brought out a bag from within one.

"See this is what is going to happen" the scar faced man said in a chilling tone as he walked towards the bag and picked up some pliers. "You will talk or you will feel pain" the young man stared back defiantly not even flinching when the older man brought the pliers to one of his fingers. "Ahhh so that's how it is, I always preferred the fun way, when I was your age I started an empire" he throws his arms out wildly gesturing at the other men around him. "I am now a king among my own people but you so young working for people as a pawn"

The men were so focused on what was about to happen that he did not realise the red headed assassin heading his way. "Sorry did I miss the party" the red head spoke as the men spun around and started firing at the place she had been moments before. She slid the knife under their feet as they were preoccupied with the women. She dances around them bringing her own guns out and firing back as she ended up behind a crate. Two of the six men were dead on the floor. She reloaded her weapons as she ran out going from pillar to pillar firing at the final men just as she was about to take out the final one she realised that the scar faced man was nowhere to be seen.

The red headed women stiffened as she felt the cold metal of a gun press against her head. She cursed in Russian under her breath. Just as he was going to pull the trigger he slumped behind her as the other man in the room fell to the ground also a knife sticking out of his chest.

The black haired boy walked forward and grabbed the knife from the other man's chest. "Next time you can be the distraction" he said his sea green eyes trained against her blue ones as she rolled her eyes at him.

"But it's much more fun when you are Perce" the red headed lady said as she pulled out an ear piece and put it in her ear. "Target terminated heading to the plane now be at the base at 1600 tomorrow."

There was a slight static before a male voice replied "Make sure Agent Jackson is there this time, don't be late" before the call was cut off.

"Right off to the base you go" as the black haired man tried to walk off the red headed women grabbed hold of his arm before dragging him off muttering something about babysitting Jackson. The abandoned warehouse a couple of minutes later exploded as a bomb destroyed all evidence left by the two assassins.