2 Ginger 1.1

It had been a year since I left Feng clan. Not a day goes by that I don't think of my brother or Anna, and my cute little God child. I moved to this small city of Huron, with plan of starting a new life. I was far enough that I couldn't just get in the car and drive back. Anna at first made it hard texting me every day, hell it's still hard, but I drown myself in beer when I'm not working. Both help me dull the pain and ignore the texts that weren't important. Sometimes I growled at my stupidity, I always put myself last.

I look in the mirror preparing for a new day, a new assignment at G.O.D. Guns of Destiny. I grew accustom to this life. It was different from life at the Feng Clan. Dodger the chief was an okay guy and he offered me a job, when I was a wanderer struggling to find my place after leaving the life I had lived. Difference here was you where only allowed to kill the target you where assigned you did it fast and quietly. I knew we took on many jobs but this was our main purpose erasing scum and eye sores from existence. It suited me just fine, trouble was if things got complicated, I struggled to walk away and try again later, this is were I was just trained to get rid of all obstacles in my path to complete the end goal. I think about Brittany and how I had taken it in my hands to deal out more suitable punishment. It was an example of how I was trained to work. I would deliver punishment 10 folds and anyone that interferes with that, got what they deserved.

I almost didn't look like myself anymore. I always in a suit and clean shaved and Dark brown hair that most mistook as black was always slicked back. Now though, I stopped caring so much. It's grown out longer the back brushes against the bottom of my neck. I should probably cut it. I almost feel aged I'm always run down and exhausted, my blue eyes look grey and foggy from lack of sleep as I always take on heavy amounts of missions to fill my days. Instead of my old suit I traded them up for jean pants, metal tip combat boots, a wife beater tank top and leather jacket. I threw away anything that would make me think of my old life.

Pulling my shades down over my eyes I walk out of my small one-bedroom apartment in crap end of town. I toss my foot over my motorcycle and speed off toward G.O.D. head office to get next missions. I ponder who my target would be this time.

Pulling in I peel into the fastest parking spot I can find. Coming in I don't waste much time with pleasantries, there was hardly anyone at a desk anyway we were all on missions. I glance over noticing Sky a spit fire woman who is organized and disciplined glare at me. I push through till I reach Dodgers office. He was a bulging man with muscles that had muscles. A charming smile, blonde hair, and blue eyes this man had girls crawling over him and since Ren he was next to the closest thing I had to a friend. He stands smiling as he walks around his desk and gives me a big hug. I freeze. He knows I don't like to be touched and would love nothing more then to punch him. I don't though.

He lets go, laughing, "always the ice king."

I frown, "Do you have my next missions ready?" I ask getting straight to the point, I didn't want a second to think to myself.

He sighs "Yeah I got them." He walks back over picking up a single file off the desk and hands it to me.

I look at it as if it grown to heads. One file one fucking file. I flip it open, reading through I slam it closed this had to be a joke. "Are you screwing with me."

He glares at me "You got a problem with your mission?"

"Damn straight I do. I'm no baby sitter." I look at him in disbelief this was grunt work. I was one of the best killing machines they had and he asked to do grunt work.

That's when the door to the office suddenly opened. A fiery red head storms, in tripping over herself as she argued with an older woman who I would assume is in her 40s. I reach out catching the girl from falling to the ground. No thank you and no sorry. Soon as I stop that fall, she jumps back up yelling.

"I don't need a damn baby sitter." She was a tornado, bursting in causing a scene, and disobedient to boot. I glare at her.

"If you're such a big girl then maybe you should take care of the mess you have made. If you can't maybe you should shut it and listen." Her face turns redder then a hot tomato and those blue eyes are brighter then they were 2 minutes ago against the changing color of her skin. I stood about 6 foot 2 and she stood to my shoulder so she had to be at least 5 foot 8.

"What did you just say to me buddy." I watch her hips move as she walks over, one foot in front of the other, what the hell was she, a diva. She jabs her finger into my chest.

"I don't know who you are but I don't have time for bullshit like this."

This little Brat was pushing all the right fucking buttons. I grab her hand from my chest pulling her close. I grab her chin pinching it hard to look up at me. I don't know what came over me. I never once acted like this with Anna but this brat was already pissing me off. "He brat, I'm no ordinary baby sitter, and even if you say no This was my mission and I never walk away from a mission given till its complete. Her lips look so plump and soft this closely a soft pink lip gloss coats them.

"Well good now that it's settled you to kids had fun Dodger jokes as we glare at each other.

"We will see, I don't think we will last even a day by my side before he backs off." She snaps off, this damn ginger had some balls.

I smirk at her, "Honey I'll take anything you want to toss my way." I lower my voice whispering it sweetly in her ear. I watch her red become redder. This might be the distraction I actually needed. If nothing less I will enjoy proving this little brat wrong, in the mean time she's not hard on the eyes.