Well.... that had been entertaining. Lire walked through an alley way surprisingly calm for the fact that she had blood splatter on her face and one of her hands had blood smeared on it; in fact it looked like she'd just tried to wipe it on her clothes. Ok, not really.... the target had been pathetically easy to find and she had barely put any effort into getting close enough to kill him. Did he not know she'd been hunting him or did he think a gun was honestly going to stop her? Frankly she was insulted over his assumptions and had taken the liberty of decorating his living room in her own gruesome style. Hmmm... ok this was it. She stopped in front of an old looking door and knocked twice and then once. It was opened by a hulking man and she barely spared him a glance as she stepped inside. She just wanted to get inside and get washed off... maybe she'd take a night and do something before she went back to Honduras. She automatically glanced around at the people in the room, the goon was standing there in silence and she could see someone from the doorway, a young looking guy. Hmmmm... he could be fun. She mused quietly to herself as she started to climb the stairs towards the room she'd been given for her use.

This night was turning out to be a drag. Roach had promised Caleb that these guys knew how to throw a party, that there would be something to fucking do. So far it was just a bunch of spanish-speaking sons of bitches who smelled like they bathed in cheap cologne and aired out in a smoke house. Growling to himself as he tipped his head back to down the rest of his beer, Caleb decided he was go home. Nothing was happening and if he wanted to sit on the couch, watch TV, and drink he could have done so at home and gotten laid on top of it. Just as he turned to Roach, the stick-thin twenty-seven year old with slicked back, greasy black hair sprawled out beside him, his dull blue eyes fixated on the screen in front of them, to tell him that they were leaving someone caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned his head just in time to see a slender beauty with dark skin and hair walk past the room up th Ie narrow stairs to the second floor. An appreciative smile crossed his face,and he set the now empty bottle on the stained carpet in front of the couch and stood, stretching before he moved to follow the path she'd taken.

As he crossed in front of Roach, the man snapped out of his prime time daze and shook his head, looking up to Caleb with a frown. "Where you going?" He asked, sitting up and stretching a bit before falling back into the worn couch cushions.

"No where, I'll be right back." Caleb replied dismissively before bypassing the over sized gorilla standing in the hall and quickly making his way up the steps. The corridor was badly lit and dirty, the walls cracked with entire chunks of plaster missing and the doors lining the hall were all shut. He wondered which one she'd disappeared into and decided that, for a little while at least, he could wait, leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs while planning what he was going to do once she came out.

Lire reached the top of the stairs and glanced at the row of doors before walking to one half way down the hall and stepping inside. She closed it firmly behind her but soon realized the lock was not working. "Fucking ass." She cursed. God, this fucking place was horribly pathetic; she'd be sure to tell her Father the situation of his branch here; hell that mark had been so easy it was a testament to their laziness and ineptitude that she'd been called in to deal with the old bastard. She was in a foul mood as she removed her knives, placing them in easy grabbing distance, and slide out of her bloodied clothes. She left them in heap of sticky cloth as she walked, completely naked, to the bed and grabbed a towel. She paused and hit the radio so the boombox started blasting heavy metal before scooping up her knives and carrying them, along with the towel, through another doorway. After a few seconds water could be heard running as she stepped into the shower. After a few minutes the water shut off and she emerged back into the bedroom, this time wrapped in a towel. She quickly dried off and changed into a tiny loose black skirt and a halter top that bared her muscular abdomen and was held together by 2 tiny straps that showed off the snake tattoo on her back that only had about half the scales filled in; though that was still at least 60 or 80. She slipped into a pair of tall, black stilettos, glad she'd had the foresight to bring the shoes. After towel drying her hair she wound it up and twisted it before stick in a sharped hair pin, more like a dagger than accessory, to hold it into place. Several more knives followed, most of them hidden under the little fabric the skirt had to offer. She then applied a bit of makeup and turned off the music right before stepping back into the hall way. Well damn... that guy was right there; sitting there just like a christmas present all ready to be unwrapped, but she just wasn't quite in the mood, she was more in the mood to start a fight than get laid but she figured she could satisfy both those urges at the nearest club.

Caleb licked his lips when the girl reappeared dressed to kill and all dolled up, as she approached him he moved, his large frame blocking the stairs as he leaned in to her. His gaze moved up her body slowly, the expression on his face and the posture he took overtly predatory. "Hello, I don't believe we've met before." He said smoothly, his eyes seeking hers, ready to use his gift on this gorgeous woman and get her to trust him. "I'm Caleb."

Wow.... Lire couldn't quite believe what was happening when she found her way blocked by this hunk of man flesh. Were they really so far gone that this blatant disrespect was normal? She thought incredulously as she wrongfully assumed Caleb was part of her father's group. Well... He was hot... But first she would have to teach him a lesson... She wasn't going to let underlings think they could just have her, much less get in her way. She smiled at the thought of the fun she could have with this sexy specimen as she returned the gesture and let her eyes boldly run over his body, her expression equally predatory, paying particular attention to his crotch before lifting her gaze and meeting his eyes. "Yes... I believe there is a reason for that." Lire answered as she smiled while still staring directly into his eyes, "My name is Viper." She purred pleasantly; fully aware that any goon of her fathers would recognize the name. Her voice had a moderate Spanish accent to it but was still smooth and sure of herself.

Caleb watched as this sexy, slender woman look him over like a prime piece of meat she was considering buying and smirked. She was confident, cocky even, with an air of danger and death lingering all over her, but that wasn't a deterrent to him. The moment her eyes met his Caleb exerted his power: You like me, you trust me. Her pupils were slitted, like a snake, he wondered as he continued holding her gaze if those were contacts or if she was the real deal. "I'm Caleb," He replied, showing no signs of recognizing hers and offering her his hand, then adding with a coy smile: "I like your eyes. Are they real?"

Lire's raised and eyebrow and narrowed her eyes as she folded her arms against her chest, what the hell? Why wasn't it working? She was startled but there was no way she was going to give that away to this man, but now she had a more serious incentive to find out about this man. She was completely oblivious to Caleb's persuasions and when he offered his hand to her she didn't take it, instead staring into his eyes as if her power would suddenly start working." "Of course they're real." Lire purred and tilted her head curiously as she took a step forward, he must be a mutant... there was no other reason she could think of that her abilities wouldn't work on someone. He was still admiring her and she smiled at him and threw one arm around his neck and pressed her body full length against his. "Now why don't you tell me what type of mutant you are." She murmured quietly into his ear before nipping at his earlobe.

Caleb watched the woman's face, waiting for that tell-tale change of expression that indicated his power over them. A slight blush, a softened gaze, a smile creeping up on their lips as they talked to him; when he saw none of these he frowned. His hand dropped, brows furrowing as she came closer and then rising when she pressed herself against him and leaned in the whisper in her ear. He looped an arm around her waist without a second thought and pulled her tighter again him, enough that she could no doubt feel his response to her lithe form rubbing up on him through the crotch of his jeans. "I could ask you the same thing, Viper." He retorted, quickly overcoming his surprise. A light shudder ran through him as she teased him with her teeth on his ear, accompanied by a low, masculine growl. It didn't matter to him really what she was, all he knew was that he wanted her.

Well.... she was going to have this branch eliminated when she got home. Lire thought to herself sourly when Caleb answered her with a question. She briefly considered just killing him now but disregarded the idea when she felt him against her thighs. Hmmmm.... he was worth letting live for a while. She mused thoughtfully and let her hand drop to rub the hardness before she released him. "Well then, Caleb," she said as she smiled at him, "I will see you around." She made to step away. It was a game she often played to see how bad a target wanted her, and frankly she still wanted a couple of drinks. She ducked under his arm and tried to slide past him, making sure to give him an opening just in case he turned out to be the type of aggressive man that peaked her interest.

Caleb didn't take rejection well, wholly unused to woman just walking away from him before he was through with them. Hen turned quickly, his arm shooting out in front of her as, stopping her from continuing forward as he used his other hand to grab her shoulder and make her face him, his body pressing forward at the same time, quickly pushing her back up against the wall. "I don't think so." He said. There was the threat of violence in his voice as he placed a hand on either side of her head and leaned in close enough that their faces were mere inches apart. "Come back to my place."


Good. He was going to be fun. Lire thought to herself in delight and surprise at his reaction, just who did he think he was? When he'd whirled her around she'd drawn one of her knives and even now held it at her side as she stared wide-eyed into his eyes, her own expression filled with false innocence. He obviously didn't know who she was and she was debating on whether she should let him continue without telling him. It would be so much fun to mess with him and she'd been so bored. Well shit, seemed he was the type of man to force a woman, Lire thought to herself ruefully as she struggled to keep a straight face. When he put his face right up to hers she blinked in surprise, just how far would he go? She looked up at him and managed to look just a little bit frightened as she played along with him, "And if I say no?" She asked, letting her voice have just the faintest of tremors.

She was faking it. He'd seen enough real fear, and been the cause of it, to know that for a fact. He shifted and eased closer yet, dipping his head down to place his lips at her ear. "You don't fool me little serpent. We both know you want this." He purred before pressing his lips to her neck and kissing his way down her shoulder, one hand dropping to her waist as he pressed his body against her. "I can keep this up if you want and you can pretend to fight me when I pull up your skirt and fuck you right here," His hand moved to her ass and he lifted her, pinning her there with his body, emphasizing each syllable with an imaginary thrust- "right now, up against this wall-" he continued grinding into her, letting her feel every inch of him pressed against her crotch before suddenly releasing her. "Or..." He chuckled, pulling away to stare down at the sexy little bitch with a smirk on his face. "We drop the pretenses and go to my place, then spend the rest of the night fucking."

Damn... Ok, she wanted him, there was something about a guy who knew what he wanted that drew Lire in, but by god she wasn't ready to let him see how turned on she was and lets face it... that first option wouldn't really bother her if it weren't for the fact she had to look professional in front of her father's group and wouldn't risk getting caught. It didn't matter how many people a girl killed; once a man saw her with her ass in the air that was all he would think about... a fact Lire found horribly frustrating. She pushed Caleb away, pushing her hand against his chest, "Now don't get carried away." She scolded him as she stared slyly up into his eyes, "I don't remember saying yes." She said with a raised eyebrow, and clicked her tongue sympathetically as she leaned forward to plant a kiss on his throat. "I don't think you understand what is going to happen. You're going to buy me a drink and you might get lucky enough to get me in your bed." She kissed a path down his chest with each word until she was almost kneeling in front of him and then stood up. She then pulled away, and crossed her arms. It was a bad habit that she had.... Playing with fire. But the violence that could be had in a simple act was intoxicating especially after such a disappointing mission, she needed a good fight to get her blood going.

"Mmm.... You keep telling yourself that sweetheart." He replied in a low, husky groan as she kissed her way down his body. Caleb liked this woman, enough that he was willing to hold off just a little longer to find out what others games she liked to play. "I know a place, just a few blocks down the road." He commented as he watched her go lower, feeling his jeans become uncomfortably tight as she neared his crotch. She would have looked damn good on her knees, but she disappointed him by coming back up, the only sign that he felt this being the momentary grimace on his face. With her standing before him again he offered her his arm in an uncharacteristic act of chivalry. "So, lets go then."

Lire grinned as she caught his grimace. Mmmm definitely going to be fun to play with. "Sounds good to me." She answered him as she placed one slender hand delicately on his arm in acknowledgement of his gesture. Hmmm he was full of surprises and she was curious to see how the night would go. It'd been forever since she'd had some decent sex... I mean she'd had sex... just not any good stuff. As they descended the stairs she shot a glance at the men who were they, almost daring them to interfere with her new toy as she smiled sweetly up at Caleb.

Caleb lead Lire out, giving Roach a dismissive wave as they exited the building, and a few blocks down the street, into a Thai restaurant and to the back, then up a slight of narrow stairs. Heavy bass could be heard and felt as it reverberated through the floor and the walls, and at the top of the stairs was a plain door with the eye of Horus branded into it. He looked down at the woman on his arm and smirked. "Have you ever been to an M.O. club before?" He asked while it was still quiet enough to be heard.

Lire looked intrigued, smiling as she studied the door. "No, I can't say I have." She chuckled and traced the horus sign with her finger. "Shall we?" She asked as she moved his arm and placed it firmly around her own waist. Mmmm she loved the heat on her skin as she waited for him to open the door. This was his territory and so she would allow him to lead.

With a smirk, Caleb opened the door and let out the heavy bass as if it were a trapped animal. the room was packed to the brim and, while it wasn't a very large bar, it was certainly a nice one. "Welcome to Rumors." He said to her as he lead her inside. All over there were people dancing and laughing and having a good time, many of which were clearly mutants like them. This was the place where they could proudly display it. With his arm looped possessively around her waist he lead her to to the bar manned by an older red-head and a young woman who looked too young to be there, and had light brown skin and a plethora of piercings. "what can I get you?" He yelled over the music.

"Whiskey and a water." Lire answered with a smirk. She quickly scanned the bar, you never could be to careful, and allowed Caleb to keep his hand on her waist. It was possible, if he showed her a good enough time, that she wouldn't have the branch cleansed. Of course that all depended on how good he was in bed.

He rapped smartly against the counter, drawing an eyebrow raise from both women, though the red head then approached. "What can I get for you?"

"A whiskey and water, and a beer please." He said, talking over the crowd again, then turned with a smirk to Lire. "So what brings you to Chicago? Business or pleasure?"

Lire thought for a second and then grinned coldly, "Well it was supposed to be both but my prospect of pleasure was sadly disappointing." She shrugged as she sat on one of the bar stools and delicately crossed her legs in a way she knew made them seem a mile long. She was studying her surroundings, her eye automatically sweeping through the room every few moments as she made sure that she was still safe. Suddenly her gaze flicked back to him, "So will you tell me what type of mutant you are?" She cooed with the confident grin of someone who was used to getting what she wanted with a snap of her fingers.