“What’s the gun for?”

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(Didn’t specify the muse. So we are going with Jackie)
The wavy haired blonde looked at them, “b-because it’s th-the first weapon I g-grabbed.” She said with a huff her eyes giving a sharp glare.

“I don’t mind at all. We can chill on the couch and watch a movie while we gorge ourselves and talk about who might possibly put a hit on you and why. What can I say? I’m a curious girl.”

She laughed some and nodded, “I-I’d l-like that” she said simply. “I-i think y-y-you have a-a r-right t-to Be c-curious. I-I did th-th-threaten to sh-shoot y-you.” She added with an awkward smile

“You would have missed, I have almost supernatural like reflexes…. or so I’ve been told.” She smirked, lounging on the couch and turning the tv onto Hulu.

Jackie raised a brow at that statement. “S-supernatural r-re-reflexes huh?” She aske switch a subtle smirk and a soft laugh. She turned her ahead to the tv “s-so one, wh-what are w-we w-watching? And t-two, wh-what question d-do you have about m-me?” She asked the women sitting not to far from her on the couch.

“Cupcake wars. I find it rather relaxing.” She smiled, turning on the show and leaning back with her food. “First off, I want to know everything about you. But for now I want to know who exactly is after you and how much of a threat they are. That way I can determine how I want to take care of the situation.”

“M-mob boss….. H-he’s one of th-the t-top ranked. W-wanted for m-murder, tr-transporting of I-illegal substances, h-human tr-trafficking…..” she explained. “I-I was asked t-to put a k-kill on a g-guy th-that is close t-to him. H-his b-brother. A-anyway I-I-I got caught m-mid m-mission. And s-so now we are h-here” she spoke.

“So I should be expecting a mob at my door? Cool.” She shrugged, laying back to eat. “You should eat something girl, you skinny.” She joked, putting on a rather realistic hispanic accent. She would contact her other coworkers about the gig and see what she could do. “So I’m assuming that you are an assassin then?”

Jackie laughed at the skinny comment. She picked up her orange chicken and smiled she began to eat without hesitation. “I-I’m a, work th-the b-black m-market. I-I don’t always do a-assassinations” she explained to her

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