The Dark Escort (Solo Job)

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"Disgusting son of a-" Rachael cut herself off with a growl before she could say something she would regret. She had just seen her target, the child of the nobleman/woman that was being a complete sexist pig and trying to get in woman's pants. Just the way he acted and the way he spoke to other women. It sounded more like he was demanding to get into some girl's pants in some cases, which disgusted Rachael even more. She couldn't wait to get her hands on him and ruin his day. But first, she had to deal with this god damn dress. It was long, red, and frilled in an X shape around the bottom part, and the top half clung to her body like no other. It didn't cover her shoulders like she wanted it to, but rather clung around her meager chest with a darker shade of red frills around the top trim for show. There was a scarlet brooch adorned on the center of the top trims, and reflected light pretty impressively. Meanwhile, she was also having trouble walking in these stupid heels. Her first time in heels had to be on a job? What if she had to run? She was going to trip everywhere, wasn't she...

At least a dozen minutes passed by and Rachael's already scarce patience had left her. It was taking every fiber in her being not to scowl at every living thing possible. And if it weren't for the makeup she had placed on her upper left arm, people would know that she was from Tartarus. This was incredibly risky and incredibly stupid at the same time. It was also very uncomfortable. But nonetheless, she was already here so she might as well get on with it. Rachael made sure to stay close to her target, not to watch him, but to make sure he saw her at some point. Her hair was curled and she wore an absurd amount of make up just for the occasion, so she looked more... attractive. Hopefully she would catch the target's attention like this. And sure enough, Rachael saw him walking towards her now. She did her best to put on a smile and not look like she wanted to kill him like she actually did.

"Hello miss, I do not believe we have met yet." the man said. "I am William Quartson the 3rd. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance miss..."

"Luna." Rachael lied with a warm, happy voice. "Luna Lorelei. It is quite the pleasure to meet you, William."

She could literally see the frustration in this man with her Gaze of Scarlet. Frustrated that no one wanted to court him, to be in bed with him... frustrated that his mom was dead, and plenty of other things too. Yet most of them were childish in nature, things that Rachael would brush off as insignificant and things only a child would be upset about. What a pathetic man this was.

"I would appreciate it if you would follow me to a private room." he said with a warm smile, although Rachael could feel his true intentions. She only nodded and proceeded to follow him to his room.

Rachael followed the man through an intricate series of hallways which were mostly silent except for the occasional sounds that Rachael could hear through the various doors they passed. The sounds were usually just idle chatter, but one of them... one of them set Rachael off, in a weird way. The man didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just ignored it, but Rachael could have sworn she heard... moaning? It wasn't the good kind either. It sounded like the woman was in pain and not having a good time. It infuriated Rachael, a scowl forming on her face but disappearing shortly afterwards. She had to keep her appearance up for now, but in a short bit... Oohhh, how she was going to make them all miserable. It was clear that this banquet was for the stuck up, corrupted kind of noblemen and women. It only made Rachael more and more eager to blow it up.

They finally arrived at the room they were originally intended on finding, and the man opened up the door while motioning Rachael to go inside. "Ladies first." he said politely, his smile almost menacing in a way. The room was dark and she couldn't see or hear anything coming from inside it at all, which was obviously what the man wanted. Rachael already knew what was going to happen. There were exactly 8 other people in the room, all of varying sizes and shapes, but most of which were muscly and brawny men. They were all feeling quite lusty except for 2 of the people, which were females who were very afraid. Rachael suspected they were being held captive and the men were just waiting for the third woman to arrive. That third woman was Rachael, clearly.

Just so she wouldn't give away the fact that she knew, Rachael smiled at the man and stepped in the dark room. The man stepped in and closed behind her, and there was an audible click of the door being locked, followed by the lightswitch being flicked on. And sure enough, Rachael was completely right. There were two women tied up on the bed, still clothed and crying their eyes out silently. Parts of their clothing was ripped, and it was clear they had been beaten down. Probably whenever they made a noise the men didn't want to hear.

"Welcome to our little fun room, Luna..." Willam said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "You're going to have lots of fun with us tonight..."

"Rachael." she said plainly.


"What?" William asked, looking quite confused at the statement. There was a loud bang, followed by William falling on the floor.

"My name is Rachael." The doge repeated, holding a gun in her left hand with the barrel pointed directly at where William was just standing. Everyone in the room looked confused. Where had that gun come from? She couldn't reach DOWN her skirt since it was all one dress, and she clearly didn't have it on her person? So where didn't it come from. There were about six more bangs as the men in the room were shot by Rachael's magnum.

"Three-point-five seconds." she stated blandly, sighing as her gun disappeared completely from her hands. No flashes, no special effects, just gone. Walking over to the women, a katana with a red blade. They immediately started crying and screaming while trying to squirm their way out of their binds. All it took was two well placed slashes and their binds came off, leaving the women unharmed. "You have one minute." Rachael said before sighing and turning around her sword leaving her hand, only to be replaced with what looked like a remote detonator. Rachael stared at it for a good few seconds, questioning whether she should do this or not. Her questioning was replaced with her saying "**** you, why are you questioning this now?" and pulling the trigger on the side. There was an explosion and the whole building shook, followed by screaming.

And now all she had to do was leave.

*END*