"haahh... why do I Attract perverts despite this ill fitting mask I wear all the time." Bell sighed out As she read the file she had gotten from the overly Decorated "Messenger Boy" who even had the audacity to request to remove her ensemble to see what was beneath and "offered" her a night to remember if he liked what he saw.
Clicking her tongue when she recalled the predatory look in his eyes and the subsequent fear that followed after she crushed his windpipe without mercy.
the lecherous man probably didn't expect a petite 154cm tall woman that he easily dwarfed could leisurely over power him much less "fatally wound him" with her barehands, mercenary or not.
looks can be deceiving and Bell being who she was before becoming her current identity, deliberately chose such a stature to easily catch anyone off guard, another layer of insurance if things don't play out to her tune.
"Its hard to believe a client would trust a buffoon to deliver his "Request" and risk getting blacklisted by the Mercenary association.. I am guessing he got permission to test me whether I could hold my own against one of his thugs or not..."
Smiling In a rather poor attempt to hide her annoyance beneath her mask, she continued in rather exaggerated manner.
"how meticulous yet truly quite short-sighted, the mercenary association already vouched for my Ability... why is there a need to question my reputation that I've painstakingly strived to raise without using forceful means?."
shaking her head in an exasperated and nearly quite comical manner with the back of her hand resting against her mask in a sign mock woe.
The Jes- I mean bell couldn't help but let out another long sigh as she grabbed the somewhat stained folder from the table where its previous occupant laid in a rather gruesome manner, his Expression forever contorted in abject fear and regret.
"truly" annoyed that she was forced to kill him, Bell felt sympathy for the first time, "in" a very long time not because she felt genuine remorse for her kill.. no... that would be against her Creed when dealing with Scum. in fact she felt pity for something else and that was....
"haahh.. I rather not elaborate~" she shrugged and look towards "no one" in particular, a sly smile threatening to form beneath her featureless face plate mask.
"it would be best not to waste anymore time. I am a busy "Girl" after all fufu."
Opening the bloodied folder, a rather archaic Media which leaves no traces once its properly disposed off, Bell kindly pointed out. She took only a few seconds to read everything in the file, keeping all the important points firmly secured in her mind while quickly sorting the negligible portion she deemed unnecessary into her temporary memory storage like for example.
"for me to wear a pink leotard and a matching Cat's mask... Is the client brain dead or something?" shaking her head in exasperation she fished out her lighter from her pocket and leisurely set the document ablaze. she had other means to disposed of it but burning it via her lighter is somewhat Cathartic for bell in a way.
"ehe~ oops Clumsy me~... I forgot to message the client that I accepted his request~... I guess I'll have Nina handle it in my stead~" shrugging in a rather lackadaisical manner, bell silently left the now empty Bar. intending to finish whatever preparation for the mission.
"its Show time."
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