WITH ALL THE LIES IN THE BOOKS Δ solo, job

Delta wasn't much for politics and usually kept her nose out of their business, legal authorities and people of that ilk didn't really matter to someone who didn't follow much rules in the first place. But she once she caught wind of this particular job, she didn't really feel like the should turn it down. Just some mercenary work to finish off some ambassador candidates that nobody liked all that much. Pretty simple, plus it payed well, which was good, money was always a good thing to have. At least she thought so.
So she suited up and headed out, well I say 'suited up', but she didn't do much more then get dressed in appropriate outdoor wear. Because being fully equipped in her armor, well it wouldn't be a very inconspicuous look for an assassination job. But I suppose being a teenager wasn't really helping her situation to fit in either, but she couldn't really change that part. Considering she didn't really have the magic to force herself to age, and she was, as far as she knew, permanently stuck at age fifteen-seventeen. Which, if I do say so myself, isn't a very fun age to be stuck in. Though admittedly, she was rather mature for her age, it didn't really change much for her teenage hormonal imbalances.
The Nov hopped on a train, figuring this would be the best mode of transportation that she could easily acquire, without the use of her magic. She didn't really want to be wasting it while she wasn't working in some way, shape, or form. Whether it be for herself, or such as this time, for somebody else. Which was actually a better way to work, though it didn't get anything she wanted done, it did at least pay. So that did technically assist her in her endeavors to seek revenge. Because to can't really do much to progress somewhat in this civilized society without money. Though most of the time she did steal when she needed something, she did need to pay rent. Though with her current skill set, it wouldn't be that hard to procure items she needed, or get into places she needed to go that required payment.
It was a while before the finally arrived, setting out in the morning and finally arriving there at around noon or later. Era, the city that housed the one and the only Magic Counsel, people call scum like herself corrupt, but they never bother look at the very thing that runs their country. She was often hearing about their illegal escapades that they hid underneath their legal guise. Considering that she was living in one of the most illegal places, well at least in the part of Talonia she resided in, it was easy to hear such rumors and gossip. Was any of it true? Maybe, maybe not, fifty/fifty chance honestly. But it was a fun topic to think about every so often when she wasn't preoccupied with her jobs or her own, personal tasks. So honestly, she didn't have the time to think about it all that much, she had quite the busy schedule on her hands.
Enough with the meaningless rambling, and to the actually work, wasted enough time as it is. Upon leaving the train she wasted no time getting to where she needed to go. Thankfully the offices weren't that far from each other, basically just right across the street from the other. She flipped a coin, Tonald Drump first. She waltzed into the building like she owned the place, people stepped out of her way, naturally detoured by her determined walking. Delta had learned that if you acted like you weren't supposed to be there, most of the time, people wouldn't even notice you weren't supposed to be. Important as to why confidence is a valuable skill for everybody, especially for the young mercenary who liked being able to walk right in the front doors, straight to her kill. It was as if they were welcoming their death, funny considering how self-absorbed these politicians were.
People she assumed to be guards, were way to distracted on their phones or flipping through a magazine, to bother even looking at her as she strolled by. She hoped it would be as easy as this, but it didn't turn out this way. Some guards patrolled the halls, though there only appeared to be two, at least for now. The Nov watched from around the corner, a woman in a completely black suit and sunglasses to match, started to approach. Delta held open her hand and willed her knife into it, hiding the glowing blade in front of herself as to not give away her position. Waiting, waiting to strike, then she did. She lunged out right as the guard's peripheral vision would've caught sight of the young girl. Sending a surge of electricity from the arrow blade, straight into her side. She collapsed, thankfully the scientist caught her, dragging her off into the hallway she came from.
From there she was easily able to jump the other guard from behind, literally. She leapt onto his back, wrapping her legs around his torso she'd plant both hands on his head and twist it, giving away a nice snap. She jumped off of him before she could fall with him, she didn't manage to catch him, but who cares he was dead anyways. Walking down the rest of the hall, she made it to the doors she could only assume to be the office. Gently she pushed on the door, it gave way and opened for her. Through the lens of her glasses she looked in the room, she couldn't see that well from her position. But thanks to her artificial eyes, she could alternate between heat vision, night vision, and even underwater vision. There only appeared to be two people, are large, overly muscular hired gun, and her target.
Delta had a plan, cloaking herself, she proceeded to shout a taunt to the hired gun, making fun of his appearance. Ultimately tearing away his masculinity, you know, like you do. Cursing he ran out, ready to punch people, probably thinking it was one of the guards or other people that may wandering the halls. That gave her a chance, stepping out of his way as he passed, she slipped in the room, closing the door behind her. Being invisible she was able to walk right up to the ambassador candidate. Covering the man's mouth she would proceed to slit his throat, and he wouldn't even know how such a thing would occur. No he wouldn't know how he died, but he wouldn't have to worry, because he'd be dead.
What did she do next? Well instead of wasting her time walking out the building and walking through the other one, she jumped out the window. Before falling to her untimely demise, she'd grapple to the window ledge of the other building she was supposed to be going to. She was going to make this short and sweet, so she could leave before the commotion rushed in due to the murders. Not that anybody would care because nobody liked them anyways, but still. Climbing in the window, she'd land in a crouch. Nobody was nearby, and she wasn't going to let that change. Making as little as noise as possible, she ran towards the door. Skidding to a stop, she'd promptly knock, sadly enough to her eyes, there appeared to be two burly guards. Oh well, she would manage. He opened the door to see nothing, which upset him, the idiot walked out of the room. Delta would then slam shut the door and stab him right through the heart, which wasn't as easy as it sounded, considering she had to force her knife through a million pounds of muscle.
Yanking it out, she'd catch him by the back of his shirt. The Nov gently let him down, as to not alert the other guard. Resting her hand on the door knob, she'd summon four darts in between her free hand. Taking a deep breath, she swung open the door, gathering the attention of the two people in the room. She almost forgot that they couldn't see her, but that didn't stop her. With a quick swing of her arm, she'd throw three darts into the throat of the single hired muscle in the room. The last one was dedicated solely to the candidate, the nanorobotic dart would stab straight through her eye and into her brain. A rather anti-climactic way to end it, but an end it was. Her job was done, all for one thing.
The girl then proceeded to hop out the window again, but a different window from the one she came in. Then she would simply walk into the building like she wasn't just in there assassinating people. Maneuvering her way through the small crowd of people, she'd find her way into one of the voting booths. On a slip of paper she'd write her vote and place it in the slot, not that this 'Seijin' wouldn't already get the position by default anyways. Considering the sudden death of the other competition in this election. But that wasn't something she needed to worry about anymore. The job was done.