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Some would call her a monster, and some may call her a savior for her abilities as she looked in the mirror of the rundown off-the-books apartment of New York City.
The file had been given to her a couple days ago and there wasn't much. Somebody wanted a man dead. Not just any man, someone who pissed enough people to collect on a bounty. A hefty one. However, it didn't help when there was only a mention of a nickname. No doubt, not true to its name. The Devil.
Kyra had contacts in the black market but most were reluctant to even utter the name. Leaving the bathroom, she exited out of the apartment, and out of the building. Every second lost, was one more reason on not finding him sooner.
As she walked through the streets of good old New York city, she kept to herself, keeping her hands in her pockets, careful to not make contact with anyone.
The wave of coffee and baked goods wafted into the air and she stopped in her tracks, seeing the around the corner cafe. She hadn't had a decent meal for who knows how long. But the world revolved around money, she didn't have any, the lab made sure the specimens didn't get anything.
The temptation to run away wouldn't be there.









