She watched as two men guarded the entrance into the scrapyard

She knew the place was part of a shell company. The scrap yard was actually part of 4 scrapyards owned by "Hells Devils".

It was mainly used for metal theft. Were theives would turn in things like stolen bikes, jewelry, and other illgotten gains.

The gang would then scrap the items and have people come in to "steal" from the scrapyard and netting the gang double what they payed out. On top of that it was practically untraceable.

Normally the place would have 5 to 6 guards closer to the entrance but tonight only the two stood vigil.

More important cargo needed guarding tonight.

She made her move after making sure that there was no hidden defendors or nearby witnesses. The place was out of the way but you never knew.

She walked out of the cover of the trees towards the two men. Both wore overalls and work jeans which just so happend to cover the tattoos that would mark them as members of the "Hells Devils" gang.

"Hey miss are you lost?" One of them called out but she just kept walking towards them. Silently. Taking her time. Guaging their reactions.

"Uh, this is private property miss." One of them said as he held out his arms to stop her once she got within arms reach.

In a quick but smooth motion Jane pulled out a pocket knife and slit the mans throat. While her other hand pulled a can of mace from the pocket of her hoodie. Spraying it right in the face of the other man.

"You bitch!" He screamed as the mans whos throat had been slit fell to the ground hands classped over his bleeding wound.

Jane kicked the other man in the groin and as he fell to the ground gasping in pain she put him in a chokehold.

She counted down the time while keeping a close eye on the man she mentally dubbed bleedy. Making sure she could react in case he tried to pull an unexpected move.

Slowly she counted the seconds. After 4 seconds the man stopped struggling. After a minute and a half he was dead.

She let the body drop. Then she walked over to bleedy and kicked his corpse. After he made no reaction, she checked his pulse to be absolutely sure he was dead.

Jane pulled the backpack off her body grabbing her gun holster and mask. She put on the mask and Holster making sure the holster was snug on her body.

Her leather coat flowed in the chill breeze as she pulled out the final piece of her unsomble. A glock 19, fulley loaded and 3 magazines witch she placed into thier prospective pockets on her holster.

Geared up and ready she made her way into the junk yard. As she moved she checked each corner. Moving slowly and methodical, checking every inch of ground for traps or guards.

She spotted one guard who was smoking a ciggeret. She check to make sure no one else was around him before walking up to him and stabing him in the throat. She placed her hand over his mouth muffling him.

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She could here the voices of a larger group just up ahead. More importantly she could hear the voice of her current target.

"So you thought you could just attack one of MY scrapyards" an angry voice practically yelled as Jane made her aprouch.

She counted 6 men. 4 were just low ranking muscle who normally guarded the scrapyard. They were just meaningless numbers as far as Jane was concerned.

The other Two were the ones she was here for. Both were powereds but from seperate gangs. Jeffery Eril had his head grasping the long bloody hair of Riley Meredith whos beaten and battered body slumped chained to a rusted metal chair.

Jeffery wore a sleevless shirt showing Tattoos that would make people of some specific groups very uncomfortable to say the least. His blond hair was matted with sweat and he seemed to have a resting snarl.

Riley... was a little too beaten to make much of and probably wouldn't live even if Jane managed to get the man to a hospital. Which worked out fine for her.

She wanted them both very dead.

"Hey boys! My invitation must have gotten lost in the mail. Hope I'm not late." Jane said with a fake cheery voice.

The grunts took a few seconds to late to react and she put 3 down with well placed shots before they even thought to search for cover.

Jane rolled out of the way of a Jet of water that blasted towards her with enough force to blow a whole through the rusted remains of what had once been a semi.

"You missed."

She easily rolled out of the way of the next jet, having allready predicted the trajectory of the next attack.

She noted that each stream could only move in strait lines and had a range pf about 5 to 7 feet. It was a simple, allbeit effective power.

She Shot him in the arm, and moved out of the way as one of the goons tried to attack her with a pipe from behind. Punching the remaining, she heard the swish as another jet was blasted at her.

Jane mentally cursed as she barely avoided the stream.

"I need to pay better attention. That almost got me" she thought and filed away for later analysis.

The goon was not so lucky. He stared down at the gaping whole that had once been his Heart before droping to the ground.

Jane fired 2 rounds forcing Jeffery to take cover, cursing loudly as he banged his wounded arm on the side of some rusted metal.

"Do you know who the fuck I am?" He yelled at her, while trying to figure out were she was.

"Yeah, your the bitch ass who's about to die" she responded happily. It was good to remind people of their inevitable fates.

"Your fuckin dead! I am gonna have my fun with you. You hear me!" She had mostly ignored him as she made her way closer. Firing a round at him every time he tried to get out of cover.

Jeffery had apparently realized he wasn't going to be able to just hide behind his bit of cover. Leaving him with the choice of running or trying to get an attack on her.

He chose to attack. An action that was proven unwise as Jane placed 5 rounds him faster then he could shoot one of his jets at her.

She rushed forward and planted her foot on his good arm while training her gun on the groaning man.

"Please, what do you want? Money, Drugs? I got both."

Jane had thought the man would have a least a little bit of spine but it turns out she was wrong.

"Nah! I'm a good christian. I promise." She then drugged his body upwards as she leaned down, putting the full force of her feet on the mans good arm in the process.

"There is something you can do for me though."

She cut of his responce by placing the barel of her gun in his mouth.

"I need you to deliver a message to your boss. Okay?" When he nodded she continued on.

"Tell him that I'm coming for him." He nodded.

"Okay repeat it. I need to know your listening."

He said some unintelligible words, and Jane just shook her head.

"I'm not fluent in bitch. I'm gonna need you to speak some english okay? Try again. "

He yelled angrily but the gun muffled his voice.

"I still can't understand what your saying? Do you wanna live or not?"

After he tried again she just sighed.

"Guess your corpse will have to do." She fired the gun.

She looked at the body and felt unsatisfied. It didn't really make for the kind of message she wanted to send. Then an idea hit her. A wonderful, beautiful idea. She pulled out her knife and as she left the scrapyard her laughter echoed in the cold night.

A body left behind her bearing a simple message carved into its skull.

"LOL"