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#1  Edited By Homicide

 The silent assassin sat quietly on top of the roof of one of the few high rated hotels in the city of Los Mochis, in Sinaloa, Mexico. Alexandra was here for one reason…. Joaquin Guzman… currently the drug trafficking leader for the huge Mexico gang ‘La Eme’. Her mission was simple, go to the city and take him out as quickly as possible. This mission however wasn’t from Lady Tlieso  or Gambler, but by their rival gang leader who’s name is not to be mention to anyone. It was going to be easy money, he was in the city to conduct a deal with the hotel’s manager about using one of their hotel floors to keep the drugs in, and the money behind that would make triple to what the hotel would make in a year.
 
Homicide stayed perfectly still as she looked through the lens of her sniper rifle. It was currently 2:48 a.m. and Joaquin was to be making an appearance any minute now, any minute he would come in his Ford F-150, with only two body guards, it was going to be an easy kill for sure, just one bullet to the head… that’s all it would take. The warm summer air was still all around her as the stars and moon lit up the sky. Her wardrobe for the night, the nanotech suit that Donnie made for her just a couple of months ago. She hadn’t had time to fully break it in, so she decided to wear it for this occasion.  The slick metal hugged closely against her skin as a soft red glow could be seen coming from the fingertips and, the helmet clamped around her head, the tint of the visor on for night vision which was currently glowing red itself. Her guns were clamped around her waist as she still kept her blade safely fasten to her back.

Then finally, after waiting for what seemed to be hours, the truck came to view. Alex smirked to herself as it parked in front of the hotel, her trigger finger becoming itching as she held for breath for a few seconds. The drivers door was the first to open, showing a rather large Mexican man wearing nothing but a wife beater and jeans. Walking around the truck he then opened the passenger door were a second large man got out wearing a similar outfit, followed by Joaquin himself. There he was, in the flesh, his brown Cesar hair-cut and his dark, almost black eyes were now in view. Now all that was left was to pull the trigger. Aiming right between his eyes her finger slowly began to curl around the trigger tighter as she took in a final breath.

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She grinned to herself as she set her scope. She was inside a dumpy hotel room that she had paid for with cash. She had given an extra tip, so that they wouldn't remember her face or the fact that a 17 year old girl had had a conspicuously gun-shaped bag with her. She walked into the bedroom of the fleabag motel and smiled. It was easy enough to set up. She dropped her duffel of weapons on the bed and started assembling the sniper rifle right there after outfitting herself with the usual.She felt naked without them. Her throwing knives on wrist sheaths, her kukris on sheaths attached to her waist, her katana in a sheath/scabbard down her backon . Everybody always thought that assassins'  favorite spots to snipe from was the rooftops and ledges, when in reality, it was one of the most dangerous. Being in a room and shooting through an open window was the safest bet. It makes the muzzle flash impossible to see, and hides the shooter at the same time. She had been hired by the Mexican government, themselves. She loved how hypocritical governments were. No, we won't kill you, we'll outsource and hire somebody else to. She rolled her eyes. She wouldn't have taken the job if it hadn't both paid well and been somebody who deserved to die. Or, in this case, more than deserved it.  

 
She shrugged her shoulders as she got used to the feeling of the new suit. She had never felt the need to wear it before, but her very limited precog was kicking into overdrive. She didn't know if she was being set up or what, but she wasn't taking any chances, healing factor or not. Donnie, her love, had made her the suit after she had been beaten to the brink of death, her healing factor completely negated. It was the night that he had saved her and the night that she had started to fall in love with him. It had all sorts of vision systems built into the helmet, although she doubted that she would find any use for any of them other than the infrared one. That could turn out to be quite handy. It boosted her already superhuman reflexes, it provided a layer of both durable and flexible armor, allowed self healing, a feature that she doubted she would ever use, but would come in quite handy if her healing factor was ever again negated, and amplified her strength. She loved it, but she loved the thought behind it even more.   

 
Cassidy was starting to get bored when she finally saw the F-150 that they were driving come down the road at a steady speed. She lined up her shot and rested her finger on the trigger, ready to pull it at a second's notice. The truck pulled to a stop and somebody stepped out of the driver's side. He was quite obviously the muscle, tall and beefy with the neanderthal forehead of a steroid user. She grinned to herself as Joaquin stepped out. He looked like a little weasel. Short, with greased back hair and narrow squinty eyes. She couldn't wait to put a bullet between his eyes. This was one job that she had been more than happy to take, in fact, she had, for the very first time, sought it out. She lined up her shot and pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting it's mark. She was elated for a few seconds before she realized that something was seriously screwed up. There had been two shots fired and only one of them had been hers. She quickly dismantled the gun, packed it in it's bag and ran out the door. She wanted to find whoever else had taken that shot. It wasn't just anybody. Running out the door of the motel, she noticed a figure on the rooftop wearing a suit that looked eerily similar to hers. There was only one other person that she knew of who had one. Homicide. She was in for a world of trouble.   
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 Her bullet flew silently through the air, as she watched the man’s head suddenly jerk back, chucks of brain and a wave of blood rushing out from behind his head. But something was wrong; it was almost impossible to catch if she wouldn’t have been sitting there shooting herself. TWO bullets entered the man’s head at the same time. But instead of running off in a panic, Homicide didn’t move her eyes from the scope as she watched the body fall in its own pool of blood, the bodyguards rushing around him in a panic as they draw guns of their own. Slowly standing up her eyes quickly began to scan the area as she held fast onto her sniper. There were only a couple of places were someone could shoot from and get a clean shot right in-between the eyes of the man, and Homicide knew every block of cement that made up this entire street. Her head looked down ward at some old crappy motel, literally next to the one she was standing on. Her screen inside the helmet zoomed in on the motel as a figure was suddenly seen dashing out, and in much of a hurry, but what really caught her attention, was what the figure was wearing.
 
“Donnie…?” she whispered in confusion as she picked up her rifle and teleported off the roof and down to the ground on the side of the hotel, turning the corner she saw the figure still running, with a chuckle she went down on one knee and cradled the sniper in her hands as she took aim at the dark figure, right behind the head. Taking in a sharp breath she pulled the trigger and watched the bullet fly. Quickly standing back up then pressed a small glowing yellow button on her right arm, just seconds later the sound of an engine echoed through the dark night as her Y2K black Turbine Superbike came up behind her. Clipping the gun to the back of the motorcycle she revved it up as the bike sped forward, she drove right past the woman, only to jerk her bike to the right, its tires squealing as it was now facing the unknown fellow assassin. Getting off the bike she stood for a moment, observing the suit that stood before her. Tilting her head she smirked to herself, even though the other person couldn’t see it. There was one thing she was certain of now looking at the suit, it was a woman inside it, but who? And how did she get that suit? Only one person could make something like that, something so similar to the one she wore… Donnie.

Her computer visor immediately began to scan the woman as an red outline glowed around her and upon her screen showed a rather high threat percentage for the fellow assassin standing before her. ‘Interesting…’ she thought to herself, she was more convinced by the data that was being collected by the suit that the woman’s suit was in fact made by Donnie. But even so, Alexandra was all ‘kill first, ask questions later’, and there wasn’t any reason to start now. Tilting her head to the side she slowly reached behind her pulling her silver blade out, holding it tightly in her right hand. “I don’t know who you are… but after a few minutes… it wont really matter.” She didn’t know who woman was, but they interfered with her job, they were a witness of what she did, even if they both did hit the man. But she was now a liability, one she couldn’t afford to leave alive. Didn’t matter, on any rare occasion if there were witness’s there was only one solution, spill their blood all over the floor. 

Without any sort of warning Homicide sprinted forward, her feet barely touching the ground, she could feel the suit pushing her bodies natural talents to their limits already. Once within range of her prey,  she rose her blade upward as if she was going to bring it down upon her opponents face . But as she was bringing it down she suddenly disappeared, teleporting directly above her as she quickly brought the blade down, attempting to slice the blade into the right shoulder. As soon as her feet touched the ground, wither she hit the fellow assassin or not, Homicide charged up her left hand as she balled it up into a tight fist. An electric glow could be seen gathering into the knuckles of her fist as she gathered some of the electric current within the suit and thrust her arm forward, aiming towards the mid-back, or abdomen if the woman was facing her with all her might.
 
Jumping back a couple of feet to put a small distance between them she crouched down just slightly with her blade held up across her chest and her left hand upon the handle of one of her desert eagles she brought with her. It was time to see exactly who this woman was… and maybe even figure out how the hell she got that suit.

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Her enhanced senses picked up the whisper on the wind. "Donnie." Her ears immediately perked up and her eyes widened. She looked up to the roof of the high-class hotel and knew without a shadow of a doubt that the woman was Alexandra, more well known as Homicide. Cassidy had known that this day would eventually come, there was too much history between the two of them, despite the fact that they had never met. They had a common interest. Donnie, the man that had built their suits, the man that they had both had some sort of feelings for at one point or another. The man that had built both their suits. This may have come to some sort of blows over it sooner or later, but this wasn't about him, this was about the double-booking of an assassination. Whoever had ordered the hit had either had a severe lack of trust in both Homicide's and her own skills, or had an ulterior motive for wanting them both in the same place at the same time. 
 
One second she was looking at the figure on the roof, and the next second she was literally right in front of her. Cassidy grinned. Teleportation. She was more thankful than ever for the belt that her sister had given her, allowing for both short and long-range teleportation at the click of a button. Cassidy's eyes widened as she saw Homicide go down on one knee and shoulder the weapon. She simultaneously put up her telekinetic shield and dodged the bullet at the same time. It was due to her superhuman reflexes, sight and hearing that she was able to do this.   She kept her eyes on the woman as she jumped onto her bike, one that Cass instantly lusted after. She watched her tentatively as she got off of the motorcycle and came to stand before her. She was mentally taking note of everything. How tall she was, how much she weighed, which foot she favored, how long her stride was, anything and everything that could be utilized against her in battle. There was no doubt at this point about who she was. She had a suit that was nearly identical to her own, although Cass' was a little bit more up to date.  
 
She grinned as Homicide drew her sword. This was going to be fun. She drew the katana from the sheath that she kept strapped to her back, the hilt hidden underneath her hair and  smiled. She had been looking for a good fight for a while. "I don't know who you are...but after a few minutes...it won't really matter." Cass almost laughed at the threat. This woman knew nothing about her, nothing about her capabilities. Nobody had actually seen her at her most powerful, her most ruthless, she hadn't yet reached the peak and frankly, she didn't know if she ever wanted to. She was discovering new things to do with her telekinesis daily and she couldn't begin to imagine the damage that she would be capable of wreaking if totally and completely bloodlusted. But those thoughts were for another time, now was the time for fighting, for trying to figure out her opponent.  
 
Before Cass knew what was happening, Homicide sprinted forward, moving in a way that reminded Cass of herself. She was like a ballet dancer, all sleek muscles and quick movement. It was a macabre ballet and one that Cass knew well. She immediately surrounded herself with her shield, knowing that she could take the damage that Homicide would deal out, but knowing that the time it would take for the wounds to heal would put her at a severe tactical disadvantage. She didn't have time for disadvantages and couldn't afford to give her quarry any ground. She held her katana at the ready and was all set to block any swings that Homicide could throw at her. It was then that she changed the game plan and teleported. Cass thanked god that she had both the reaction time and the telekinetic shield, because without one or the other the sword would have sliced right into her. She would have to factor the teleportation into the rest of her battle plan. Her eyes widened at the electric glow and she easily dodged, but remained wary of it. Cass didn't know if she was able to fully project it or not, but she planned to stay clear of the hand wielding it. The force with which it was thrust was quite impressive and Cass took mental note of that, as well.
 
Cass dropped the katana to the ground and pulled a kukri in one hand and a Five-seven in the other. She looked Homicide dead in the eyes and knew full well that she might take her out. She grinned at her, not letting the doubt show in her eyes. "Let's see what you've got." It was completely beyond her how she was able to sound so cocky, although she was proud of herself for doing it. She took a running start for Homicide, aiming for her shoulder, one of the weaker points of the suit and used her telekinesis to amplify the strength of the blow. Even if it didn't connect, even if it didn't harm her, there were plenty of other ways for her to proceed. She was looking forward to the fight that Homicide would be able to give to her. 

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#5  Edited By Homicide

 ‘Telekinesis?’ Alexandra thought to herself, it was like her blade didn’t even touch anything, and her punch… this woman was fast… really fast. It was going to take a little more effort to take down this person. The two stood for a moment after Homicide’s attack, it was like they were examining each other as Alex waited for her opponent to launch an attack.
 
Just then, the woman dropped her katana, Homicide eyed it for a moment as she then watched as she pulled out a kukri and a five-seven, holding on in each hand. Holding her own blade tightly in her hand she stood her ground as the fellow assassin took off in a sprint for Homicide. In a fluid motion, the silent assassin lift her blade up to block the attack, but as the two blades met sparks flew and the force, so strong that it pushed Homicide down to her knees, pressure so high that it caused the cement below her to crack. Her visor flashed red to show the amount of pressure used in that attack, almost as much as a car going 30mph in a car accident, it was insane, if she didn’t have this suit on to push back some of the pressure, she could have literally broken her clavicle and shoulder bones.
 
 "Let's see what you've got." Her words were like nails to a chalkboard to Homicide. But silence was all that was replied back to her foe. 
 
It wouldn’t be the first time Homicide was against a high powered opponent, but this was going to be a bit more of a challenge, specially with that suit she had. Standing back up she stretched out her arms, a bit stiff from the power of the attack that was forced upon her. Putting her blade back in place, she pulled out one of her desert eagles in the other, a smirk on her face as she took off in another sprint, aiming her gun at the woman as she unleashed a whole round at her, firing mostly towards her abdomen. But this time, when she reached Cass, she dropped to her knees, her body skidding along the ground as she reached out with her right hand, grabbing a hold of the Katana that she simply threw away. Once grabbing a hold of it she teleported away and towards her bike that was a few feet away. Sitting on it she quickly revved it up as she sped towards the woman, the lights flashing brightly towards her as the assassin stood up on the seat of the bike, her gun fully reloaded and blade in other hand.
 
Once close enough Homicide slightly crouched down as she then jumped right into the air, launching herself upward from the bike as she did a flip in the air and over Cass, twisting her body so that her gun aimed right for the gas tank of her bike, shooting one bullet let out a massive explosion, flames engulfed the small area as the ground rumbled from it, destroying her bike and hopefully somewhat damaging her foe. Landing back on the ground behind Cass she paused for a moment allowing Cass a chance to turn around, she put her gun away and blade away, now having both blades with her. The pushing forward she ran up towards the woman, and once she reached her she pushed herself slightly off the ground, lifting her right knee upward towards the chin of the woman at the same time bringing both elbows down towards the woman’s head to perform a flying knee, elbow attack. She wanted to do as much damage to the woman’s head as possible to try and somehow stop her from using her telekinesis. 

Landing back on the ground she rolled to the right and stood back up, this time reaching behind her and pulling both blades forward, holding them along her body in a ‘X’ formation she stood and waited for the next wave of attack.