Darlanka Ziquè:
Wasn't it the least she could do after all? Ten long years of constant running, living in secrecy, and training in the hidden depths where no one could trace them.
So many men despised him, longing for his head as a prized possession. The irony of it all was sickening...
Darlanka stood in the center of the abandoned building, tapping her foot nervously. She glanced at the clock repeatedly, never enjoying these rendezvous in such eerie places. This time, she had agreed to meet at an abandoned school near the lake. The musty scent of dampness and dust in the unused building never seemed to get any easier to bear.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart. Suddenly, a distant whistle broke the silence. Darlanka's head snapped in the direction of the sound, her gun raised. She scanned the shadows until a man in a black suit emerged.
Relief washed over Darlanka as she let out a sigh. "I nearly killed ya!" she exclaimed. Timothy smirked. "Apologies for the delay," he said with a soft smile.
Carrying a briefcase, he made his way towards her. "Four months, huh? You look..." he trailed off, struggling with his words.
Darlanka glanced behind him, as if searching for someone. Timothy's expression softened. "He's not here, Lanks," he whispered, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe it's for the best. If your father saw you like this--"
"-He's not my father," Darlanka interrupted quietly, slipping her hands into her pockets. Timothy looked surprised for a moment before nodding. "Right..." He opened the briefcase, revealing its contents to her.
The collection consisted of a small stack of files and a USB stick.
Atop the pile of items laid a photograph of a woman who looked oddly familiar. Her forehead-grazing bangs accentuated her delicate facial features.
"Riley Louè," Timothy read aloud from the folder. "She's a journalist who has been investigating the recent surge of murders in Temston and delving into the background of this crime wave."
Darlanka furrowed her brow. "Since when does He care about investigators?" she questioned, grabbing one of the folders and opening it, eager to find some information.
Inside, she found photographs, interview notes, and articles detailing the victims that Dee had eliminated.
She would admit, she wasn't the cleanest of assassins.
"It's not about what she's doing but how she's doing it. Take a look at page 13," Timmy pointed out as she flipped through the pages.
This particular page contained information about Riley's status. According to the document, her career had skyrocketed with the publication of her fourth article, titled "A Case Study in Serial Killer Crimes." In it, she had described a series of murders and theorized that they were connected to another unsolved case. Riley had suggested that the families of the victims might be involved in the crime spree but was unable to substantiate her large claims.
After meticulously interviewing numerous witnesses to the incident, her determination grew unwavering. No longer content with remaining on the sidelines, she resolved to take matters into her own hands, immersing herself into an intricate web of secrecy and deception. Her undercover journey would lead her to expose the enigmatic puppeteer behind it all, putting an end to his tyrannical rule.
In the bustling metropolis, Riley, a part-time journalist for a notorious tabloid newspaper, had carved out a name for herself, amassing a legion of curious followers enamored by her daring escapades. Her relentless pursuit of truth had earned her both admiration and a fair share of enemies.
"I don't understand why he wants her dead," Darlanka pondered aloud, her eyes scanning the documents before her.
"Lanks, it's simple. She's loud," Timothy replied, his voice tinged with a hint of cynicism. "And when guilty individuals catch wind of such matters, they vanish into the shadows, knowing they could be next."
A deep sigh resonated through the room, signaling Darlanka's discontent with the assigned mission. "That doesn't seem fair. She's just doing her job, Tim." She closed the file, frustrated. Timothy burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching his stomach.
"Oh, how those months away from the job have changed you," he chuckled. "But there's no place for fairness in the treacherous game of assassination." Dee shot him a piercing glare, disapproving of his amusement.
"Regardless, you're not the person I should be discussing this with. If you have any concerns, I'm more than willing to voice them to your father," Timothy declared, his back already turned towards her, eager to retreat.
Darlanka's face contorted into a frown, desperately calling after him and grabbing his arm tightly. Timothy turned, a smug expression adorning his face.
"I'll handle it myself. And he is not my father," she asserted sternly. A soft smile crept across Timothy's face, causing Darlanka's grip to gradually weaken. "But there's a condition. I want double the amount of..." Her words trailed off, left unspoken but understood.
Timothy let out a long sigh, disappointment etched on his features. "I had hoped you wouldn't ask for the Ep's, Dee. Ever since you started, you've changed..." He paused, glancing deeply into her eyes.
Darlanka rolled her eyes, cutting him off. "Enough with the theatrics. I'm not asking for much." With that, she deftly took the USB stick from Timothy, extending her hand expectantly.
With hesitant reluctance, Timothy placed a pack of Ep's in her palm. "You don't need them," he murmured.
"Goodbye, Tim," she muttered, her voice tinged with a sense of melancholy. Turning, she left a saddened Timothy alone in the vastness of the warehouse, his emotions swirling within him.
TARGET UPDATE: RILEY LOUÈ

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RomanceTwo notorious killers who operate under different aliases and methods. Darlanka, a ruthless assassin who kills for money and pleasure, and Connor, a twisted vigilante who kills for justice and revenge. Their paths cross when Darlanka targets Connor...