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Hm *walks around a park reading a book*

-accidentally shoves you while in a hurry-

*realizes she has his book so he follows her*

-she's running and the book had fallen in her bag-

Bonsi: Did I walk into something I shouldn’t have?

Maybe. Depends on why you are here?
-they are in a wearhouse-

Bonsi: Umm Sensei said that I needed to stop someone here from killing. Have you seen- *Notices a dead body*

Seen what? -she has her hands behind herback-

Bonsi: W-what is that?

What is what? (memechat?)

Bonsi: That dead body? (No thank you.)

(K)
-she looks over to it- There's no dead body.

Bonsi: *He unsheathes he katana* Don’t come any closer.

-backs up-
What are you, Some ninja?
-slowly reveals the knife from her back-

Bonsi: Samurai actually.

Bonsi: What is that behind your back?

-she shows it- Just this.

Bonsi: *Shocked* Put the weapon down!

Why would I do that?

Bonsi: Put it down and no harm will come to you...

Um. Why would I listen to you?

Bonsi: Because I’m training in 4 forms of Martial arts?

And I'm training in the 4 Forms of Don't Care.

Bonsi: Well i was going to do Aikido, But now I’ll just see what happens.

Ratty: FU-----

-laughs a bit-
What's YOUR deal?

Ratty: AH SH--

What?

Ratty: MY TARGET

Who?
(memechat?)

(sure and ima do random dude for the target)

Ratty: AXE

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The Agent: Hmm, you seem to be my target. No fancy disguises, just me and you.

YOUR target? ME?

The Agent: It seems so.

Pfft. Who would want to target me?

The Agent: Wrong question. I don't know why they want you gone, but I have to.

(memechat?)
Stupid. And who do you work with?

(Sure, I'll follow you)
The Agent: That isn't for you to know.

-rolls her eyes-
Whatever. -starts walking away-

(Ok I followed you)
The Agent:*he aimed a silenced pistol at them*

-she looks over- If you work with the FBI or something, they shoulda told you why you're supposed to be after me.

The Agent: I don't. And they won't let me go. I've seen it, and they can't make me forget it. They're mind controlling me, with some sort of machine. They make me forget any thoughts on why I'm here. They don't want me to escape.

hermes: hi. heard you were a hitwoman?

Who's wondering?

hermes: former professional infiltrator, working for a criminal organization, then another, then somewhere else currently.

-sighs- Yeah. I am. What do you want?

hermes: hmmmm. ever wanted to work with the paranormal?

Yeah.. Why? (memechat?)

(yeah i followed)
hermes: well, lets just say theres a place that deals with that sort of stuff