In an unknown town, in an unknown place, there lies an agency where the supposed best assassins lie. For an unbeknownst reason at this time, a certain assassin was sent to kill a certain woman. Do they know what they're up against though?

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Name: Sarah Jones
Age: 22
Bio: She is of a mysterious importance. (Will be made known through RP)
Personality: Sarah can't see past what she's set her mind to, so if she's focused on one thing, she'll entirely miss another. She loves to help out though, and despite the fact its likely she has a price on her head, she loves to be out in the public.
Looks:
((:cry: I didn't draw this time. Drawing hates me at the moment))

Name: Shizaya Heijima
Age: 23
Bio: Being an assassin is a well, 'family business', his dad being the leader of the whole Assassination group. So Shizaya was brought up around dangerous, first class assassins. So now his father has given him a new person to Assassinate, he's determined to properly assassinate this person this time, unlike the many other failed attempts, he wishes to make his father proud.
Personality: Although he tried to act all serious, mysterious and rather sullen and professional, he's really quite clumsy, loud, and a bit of a joker. He'll have some of the cruelest assassins in stitches from laughing at his jokes, until his father comes strolling by then it's all 'serious' time.
Looks:

Sarah held her bag above her head as she ran through the rain. The weather forecast was wrong and she had been left stranded with out an umbrella. Her house was a bit out of the city, so the only cover she had was the thin canopy of trees above her, which didn't keep out the rain well. Thankfully the inside of her bag was water proof so her files wouldn't get wet.
She had been at important meeting in place of her mother, with her father, because her mother had gone off to some unknown place again. The rain started to thin, and she stopped to catch her breath for a minute.
Her father was the boss of a business that weeded and put a stop to the corrupt business, so she and her father were targeted a lot. But that never stopped her from running away from her guard and exploring the world on her own. She looked up to the sky through patches of the leaves. It had stopped raining for now, but the grey sky remained so she hurried off on her way.

"Son, you should have already been informed about the mission I'm sending you on today."
"Yes father, I am prepared. The target shall be quickly eliminated," Shizaya's knee was flat on the ground, the other upwards so her could lean his arm on it, as he bowed his head respectfully.
His father's smile was sinister, "good, now go."

Today he'd definitely assassinate his target, no stuff ups. Plus the target was female, he really wanted to take on one of the tougher, heavily guarded targets. But arguing with Shizaya's father was like trying to avoid every rain drop in a storm. Inevitable. "This time...This time for sure..." He said softly to himself as he left the Assassin's Cove and out carefully into the 'real world' you could call it.

"Dammit, why can't he give me a mission to assassinate food, I'm starving!" The assassin paused as he noticed a stray kitten hiding in a weathered box, it had just died down raining. "Why hello there little guy," Shizaya knelt down slowly placing his hand in the box only to be quite quickly swiped at by the kitten, drawing blood. "Ah! God dammit! You little-" he glared at it, then decided to just leave it, pouting, his hands in his pockets. "Stupid cat..."

He knew where the girl lived, may as well get it over and done with instead of being distracted by other inferior things.

Sarah turned a familiar corner, and saw her over-sized house right in front of her. She sighed softly before pushing open the heavy green gate, and entering. At the doorstep she took off her soaked shoes, and gently tried to wipe of as much water from herself and her bag as she could with her hand. Satisfied, she unlocked the shiny red door and stepped into the dark house. She flicked on a light, and the interior of the house revealed its full majesty. She plopped her bag down onto the table, and opened the fridge, finding something to eat she moved to the couch and flipped on the TV. She flicked through it, nothing particularly good was on, so she settled for the lunchtime news. It's main feature was, not to her surprise, about the meeting she'd previously attended. Tucking into the left overs from last night, she watched how the world had viewed the meeting.

It wasn't long before he noticed almost every person he passed or was coming his way were staring at him. He felt a bit off and anxious by their stares, "what the hell are you all looking at!?" He exclaimed before the rain got the better of him; yup, his next step was off and he ended up slipping backwards, landing on his ass. Shizaya remained on his ass for a moment as people hurried, rushing by attempting to hold back their laughs, he frowned, "ooow!" And let out a sort of yelp.

Today just didn't seem to be his day and he realised they were staring at him because of his attire. What the hell was he thinking? Walking out in the street like 'sup! I'm an Assassin!' Stupid, very stupid. Getting up off his ass, he rushed down an alley way, he needed to get some speed before he could do any wall jumping. So far so good, one alley wall to he next, and now the final edge of the building! Didn't turn out so well....His face ended up being harshly planted on the wall, "ow..." he murmured, hanging on to the edge of the building before pulling himself up. He brushed off any dust on his clothing, glancing left then right as if to say 'no body saw that...'

Shizaya could see his target's building from where he stood, it wasn't hard to miss, compared to the other buildings, this resident look like a castle. "They sure seem to be confident..." He said to himself, he expected those living in the house would live in a more, well hidden place so no one could attack them. He shrugged, it just made his job easier anyway, and continued running in the direction of the house, leaping from building to building, slipping countless times. And some how, not dying.

After watching enough television and finishing her food, Sarah cleaned everything up, and went to check out the files. Some of them just needed her reading, others needed her signing so she got straight to work. Reading and signing like a machine. They were just mostly about meetings, funds and possible corrupts businesses. She didn't understand why her father didn't read them himself, but she carried on with her work, like a good daughter would. Ignoring everything, including her stomach growling again. Already hungry for its next meal.