[TW] The Docks

@★ Kan Eshi Ghost continued to laugh as Eshi worked on his wound, was he really insane or was it just the cleaning alcohol he was drinking? Either way he was having a great time. He hiccuped and looked at Eshi. "No it's fine, I got it." Ghost climbed back onto his feet, the alcohol was a fresh source of adrenaline and he allowed Eshi to climb onto his back once more. Between the two of them they assassinated the target. Ghost carried Eshi towards the Captain and she choked him to death. It was easier with her strong grip to take him out like that. Together they started a fire in the cabin, leaving the interior of the ship to burn. Ghost staggered back to hole in the ship's wall and the torn up boat which they had come in. After climbing back into it, he drove the boat back to shore. From there he carried Eshi to his car and headed to the Phantom Cobra's HQ, sending her off to the robot shop for repairs.

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@★ Ghost Eshi was not used to helping people. She was most definitely not used to helping people because she needed them. Did she need him? Yes, probably, to get back to shore. Having him around would make things easier. That wasn't the only reason she was helping him though, and her eagerness to assist was making her feel increasingly uncomfortable. Perhaps something in her code was driving this behaviour. She wanted it to stop. Want. Hah. Was that her code talking, or some element of decision-making she had evolved to be capable of feeling? Stop. Stop. How to stop though? When was the right moment to stop? Thinking was too hard. Eshi did not understand how humans did it. He showed her his wound and she eagerly bent towards it, her fingers digging into his soft flesh under she had the bullet pinched between her nails. Out it came. She pushed the wet cloth into the hole and patted his stuffed body twice. "Nice and full.", she purred, drawing on ual references from her past. She looked at the blonde. "..." Right. The target. She sighed. "This is way too complicated." Eshi wasn't used to such intricate operations nor did she enjoy them. Swoop in, enjoy the kill, end of story. This whole mess was annoying. "I can crawl and you ride me. I don't mind." She wanted to get off this damn ship. She didn't like it here. Not one bit.

@★ Kan Eshi (tw: gore)

Ghost nodded as he observed the thin piece of metal. "Yes, just like that." A slow blink was Ghost's initial response to the android's question and after a few minutes he shook his head. "Whatever, I didn't look." He wiped his perspiring brow onto his sleeve. "But thanks." He wasn't used to thanking others though the android had kept him alive so far, perhaps she was more important than a after all? But that was as far as Ghost would admit to needing her help. He took it from her and ran the needle against the flame, sterilising it for his skin. It would be important if he wanted it to heal well enough for the new prosthetic he would need afterwards. Of course he could cope with the pain, he operated on himself after all, but this was a whole other world of pain. His vision blurred as Ghost drove the needle through the leftover muscle, pulling the hair taut as he began to weave the needle over bone and through skin. He had experience as a surgeon, that much was clear, and kept working by switching between the needle and lighter. Once he was done Ghost pulled the needle with the hair up to his mouth and bit down on the hair, breaking it with his teeth and tossing the needle down onto the floor. He was out of breath when Eshi returned with the alcohol and he took the bottle from her to drink a swig. "Here, it hit me here." He lowered the remainder of his shirt out of the way and showed her his torso, just below his ribcage. "Pull the bullet out but stuff the wound with this." He ripped some more of his coat away, dousing it in the alcohol and handed it to her. "I can work on that later." He poured some of the alcohol onto his shoulder and hissed. "We need to kill the target." Then he sipped some more.

@★ Ghost Eshi watched the blonde cough up blood. That usually meant they were about to die. She frowned. "A needle? ...Maybe." Eshi reached into the hole in her face, where her eye once was and fumbled around. Something snapped and she pulled out her hand, a very thin piece of metal between her fingers. "Like this?" She showed it to the dying cyborg. Her brows furrowed together. "Are you blind now too? I'm not wearing a skirt." Eshi looked around for thread. "Ah." Eshi smiled at the other. "You can use my hair. Soft, but sturdy. Not like yours." She grinned and plucked one. Her hair was long, reaching down to the small of her waist, but it would still take several to sew up the blonde. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room and Eshi shuddered at the sight. She'd never tried burning anyone before. Ghost was crazy though, clearly, to be laughing at what she assumed was painful. Or maybe it wasn't. She'd have to try it on a different human. Eshi put her hair and the makeshift needle on the ground in front of the other and then stood up. After searching the storage room, pulling herself from shelf to shelf, she found a bottle of pure alcohol. Presumably for cleaning. She went back to Ghost and showed it to him. "How about this? Also, where were you shot? I'll pull the bullet out." He really looked like he was about to croak. "Don't die."

@★ Kan Eshi (tw: graphic violence)

Losing so much blood Ghost wasn't so sure how to answer the android's question, he was still human but he had been torn, pricked and pulled around until his legs had given out. His complexion paled where he lay, he had a choice now. Fight or die. He stared up at Eshi, dried blood on his lips, the gaping hole in his shoulder where his arm used to be needed to be dressed before it became infected. He tried to speak but no words came out and his long body flopped over her back, now he had to hold onto her. The interior of the ship blurred as they moved, he shook violently, falling into a state of shock. Somehow it felt as though his arm was still there and he tried to move it as he sat up, only to realise that he couldn't. Ironic that Ghost would have a phantom arm. He wrapped the arm he had left around a metal cabinet leg and dragged himself into a sitting position.

Ghost coughed blood into his hand, wiping it away on his trousers. "I don't have much longer left. Do you have anything sharp on you? Anything that would resemble a needle?" He stared into his wound, noticing the crushed bone that remained. "And hand me the string of your skirt, I need to force the skin closed." He started to undress his torso, unfastening his shirt so it fell to his sides. He noticed a lighter on the shelf behind him and pulled it forward, he could use this to cauterise the wound. He flipped the lid of the lighter open and pressed it into his side, lighting the flame to burn against his flesh. It immediately stung but Ghost laughed from the pain, his breathing shallow as a rush of adrenaline hit him again.

@★ Ghost TW: graphic violence

Eshi was a slave to pleasure. She was designed that way and although it wasn't impossible for her to resist it, it was very close to impossible. She was wired so that pleasure would override all other emotions/sensations, so it took a very, very strong impulse to trump pleasure. And so, even though the only interaction she had had with the blonde so far was violent, she melted against his back whenever he touched her. Eshi didn't mind her vulnerability to pleasure. After all, it felt good. His hand on her neck relaxed her. It relaxed her so much she did not even notice the crewman approaching from behind. Ghost spun around and Eshi hung on tight so she wasn't flung off. Bang. Two shots fired. The crewman was hit right above the heart, just a centimeter away from a fatal spot. He was coughing up blood and staggering. Ghost fell to his knees and Eshi couldn't see where, but he was hit. The crewman was about 90% dead. He was a dead man walking, but this dead man had the strength to raise his gun at them once more. Eshi used her knees to push off of Ghost's back and jumped forward, tackling the crewman to the ground. By the time she pushed herself up to gaze down at the crewman under her body, her hand was already dug into the man's chest. She muffled his scream with her hand as best she could. His body twitched awkwardly after she'd pulled out his heart. The muscle still in hand, she dragged herself over to Ghost. "Are you going to die?" Eshi was worried. She still needed those legs of his. They couldn't stay here, out in the open. She couldn't walk, but she crawl. So she rolled Ghost onto her back and started crawling away, heart in one hand and gun in the other. They reached a storage room. Eshi set Ghost back down after closing the door behind them. "I don't have medicine."

@★ Kan Eshi (tw: graphic violence)

As Eshi softened against him Ghost smirked when it was confirmed that he had guessed right, she was purring against him in no time. Androids were easy to control and she wasn't invincible, Ghost knew that and no longer felt threatened by her presence. So he stopped fighting with her, stopped insulting her, and occasionally put his hand back onto her neck. When the door swung open Ghost walked through it, the room was dark so he narrowed his eyes. "You can do whatever you want." He grunted and walked into the darkness, following a light source from the other side of the room. Through the window in the door they could see their target who appeared to be totally unaware of what was occurring on his ship, however one of the crew men crept up behind them from a distance. Just as they took a shot Ghost fired Eshi's gun at them, protecting her from the hit when he turned around to face them, taking the brunt of the damage the cyborg fell to his knees.

@★ Ghost [TW: graphic violence]

Eshi had no clue what the blonde was thinking about and she eyed his approaching hand with some apprehension until it settled on her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut, a soft content thigh pouring out of her at the touch. He had guessed correctly, Her neck was one of many places she was built to feel pleasure. Eshi relaxed onto his back and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "Really? What a strange name." She didn't do too much as they wandered through the ship, watching happily as Ghost killed whoever they met. Every now and then she gave the knife a jerk, or twisted it... to help him, of course. She was helping. Eshi smiled as she was called to action and unwrapped one leg from Ghost's waist. It took a few kicks, but on the third one the metal door swung open for them like open sesame. Eshi frowned. "Can I put my limiters back in place? I'm draining my battery too fast. Either that or hurry up." Eshi was designed to have long battery life. What she was not designed for, was her limiters being deactivated. That had been another great idea of her masters. The trade-off was, of course, that her power was drained much faster than usual. In a sense, it resembled human adrenaline. A high followed by a low.

@★ Kan Eshi (tw: graphic violence)

Ghost watched her curiously, he was glad she seemed to lack emotion so she could handle being a toy. But as he remembered that he wondered if she had any pleasure receptors on her body, different engineered zones that when pressed would make her feel good, stimulate her. Ghost had coded androids in his spare time but he had never made a bot so he hummed as she settled on his back. The neck was usually a good place for these old men so Ghost reached back to rub her neck. "My name is Ghost. Not Horsie." He stopped moving at the disrespect. "You should learn it." He felt the knife and huffed, this bot was bloodthirsty. However, she was, at the very least, interesting. Ghost continued to move through the ship, taking a blunt approach and snapping crew member necks as they walk. It was fine until they reached a heavy metal door that Ghost couldn't force open. He snorted, "You're up next bot."

@★ Ghost Eshi only noticed the mecha as she looked at him, his foot on her back. She growled faintly in protest. How demeaning. It was too bad his legs weren't organic. Her cheeks flushed, a nifty feature her master had spent a lot of effort on, and she grit her teeth. She really, really, really didn't want to... but being carried seemed like a better prospect than crawling around the ship. "Fine." The android climbed onto his back, holding on tight to her cyborg house. Of course, she kept up her part of the deal. In fact, because Eshi was so enthusiastic when it came to causing pain, she did him one better. A small knife retrieved, she stabbed it into his stumb. "Giddy up~", she teased with a grin. "I'll shoot him for you, horsie." She was definitely getting ahead of herself here. She couldn't walk without this guy's help, so, in theory, Eshi should be watching ... but... she was Eshi.

@★ Kan Eshi When Eshi shot through his calf Ghost didn't flinch, instead his skin peeled away to reveal mechanics. Wires frazzled and fell from his leg. Ghost shook his head, it was expensive and now he had to get a new one. No matter. He still had the metal base of his leg and walked up behind her gun. He picked it up before he followed her out into the hallway. This time he stepped on her back. "Climb on." He ordered once he removed his foot from her back. "Since you left your gun I know you aren't my enemy. So it looks as if now I need you as much as you need me." He crouched down in front of her and offered his back. "You prevent my adrenaline from draining with your hand and I'll walk with you." He offered her a deal.

@★ Ghost Indeed, Eshi was not believing a word the other said. She never spent so much time on preparing- and why should she? Killing people was easy. Mind you, this was the reason why the gang usually gave her targets with low profiles. She was not the right assassin for a highly intricate and complex job that required weeks of preparation. Eshi didn't mind that. She liked to get into the nitty-gritty right away. "What, no thank yous?", she sneered when he went to fetch his arm and climbed into the boat along with her. "Ah!" Her gaze darkened when he stepped on her hand. Was he really going to leave her here? Really? She watched his back, nervously, her hands clenched into fists as she lay on the floor. Eshi contemplated shooting him in the leg. He stopped moving, coughing and Eshi smiled. Gun raised, a single shot was fired and ripped through his calf. Then, Eshi took off the outer layer of her clothes, leaving her with close to nothing on, and crawled to the exit. She stopped at the door and turned to look at the man. "What's wrong? Adrenaline not kicking in?" She opened the door to the hallway and stepped out. She had left her gun in the hull, expecting members of the gang to find her and be much more welcoming if she was half- and unarmed.

@★ Kan Eshi "I've been working on this target for a month." He glared at Eshi, yes he had planned everything down to the letter. He was meticulous like that. But of course the walking wouldn't understand that. "I don't take orders from you, bot." Ghost picked up his arm anyway because it could be used as evidence and he climbed through the gap, ignoring how the small boat suddenly veered off into another direction. He paused in front of Eshi. "I don't need anyone." He stepped on one of her hands and continued walking, leaving her there. But his vision started to blur and Ghost's voicebox began to release low static sounds, . He coughed up blood, leaning against the side of the ship.

@★ Ghost Eshi scoffed. "Yeah, you definitely had this all planned out.", she said with impressively obvious sarcasm. In fact, one eye or two eyes didn't negatively or positively affect her aim, but she'd let the blonde believe what he wanted to. The small boat stopped, she got off his back and pulled herself to the side. It took a few punches to the tough exterior and finding the right place without a supporting beam behind it, but the metal gave way. Eshi peeled away the metal enough for her to climb through and into the hull of a ship. She turned and looked at the man. "You coming? I can't walk." She stared at him expectantly. Come to think of it, this was the first time Eshi was working together with someone. How exciting! She was going to tell master all about it. On that note... "bring your arm along." She wanted to take it home as a souvenir.

@★ Kan Eshi Ghost grunted, of course the gang had sent a bot after the old man. It was infuriating but it wasn't the worst up he had experienced in the show called the phantom cobras. Ridiculous. He steadied the boat. "Why else do you think I stole your eye? Since your vision is already subpar simply having one eye will enhance your aiming. And after you destroyed my gun you'll have to kill him. Probably, even more so because my body will go into shock once the adrenaline runs out." He explained in a low growl, moving the ship so the broken side scraped against the main ship.

@★ Ghost Eshi hadn't noticed, but she was covered in the man's blood. Even some strands of her dark hair clotted together. She looked like she'd just come out of a battlefield and the cyborg did not look any better. In fact, he looked like a proper maniac driving the tiny speedboat into the other ship, while smirking as if this was a good idea. Their little boat was swaying so much from the impact it felt like they might capsize. He was crazy. Eshi could respect that. "No worries, but I might steal your kill.", she grinned, already excited about the thought of taking a life. One arm still firmly around the man's neck, she started dug into his open wound, through the jacket he used to cover it, enjoying how soaked up in blood it was, how her fingers could sink in. Humans were soft and squishy, and she quite liked that. Up above, a guard came to look over the railing to see what was going on. Eshi grabbed her gun from its holster and shot him between the eyes. She didn't have any issues aiming with one eye. "If you stop ramming the thing and get closer to it, I might be able to tear the metal.", she hummed into the cyborg's ear.

@★ Kan Eshi He could feel her climb up his back and attach herself to him, but Ghost was focused on his target and the adrenaline from his wound was proving useful right now. He would deal with the pain later. His hand remained steady on the steering wheel and he ignored the weight of her body against his back. If he could steer the boat further ahead of the main vessel then he could stop and aim, it was risky but it was now or never since Ghost didn't know whether he would make it from the bleeding. Her arm tightened around his throat which was a distraction, since it excited him but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that. "I'm not in the business of saving people." He spoke coldly. "So if you want him to live you'll have to kill me first because I won't stop." He swerved the boat around one side, getting as close as he could to the other boat and with a smirk he rammed against the much larger ship. Not once but three times, until one side of the boat started to break apart.

@★ Ghost It was easy for the cyborg to shove her around with her balance destroyed and in no time she found herself up against the wall. She grimaced at the discomfort and the horrible sound of her exposed metal grating against the hard surface. Mechanical . . She did have glorious holes. It seemed the cyborg at least had good intuition, to make up for his rudeness. While Eshi was busy trying not to fall over again, he had stolen his arm and taken off towards her target. She growled and made after him, grabbing onto the wall for support. She grabbed onto the speedboat, her fingers digging into the metal enough to leave marks. That boat wasn't going anywhere. Okay, maybe it was. All it took was a hand in her hair and, unable to find her center of gravity, she tumbled into the boat. The boat started to move and she lay on the floor on her back, panting, marks in her face and a gaping hole where one of her pretty eyes should be. This was ridiculous. Eshi had never been so badly damaged before. Eshi rolled onto her stomach and dragged herself to the cyborg, pulling herself up by his frame, an arm wrapped around his neck from behind, her other hand digging into his 'bandaged' stump. She may not be able to stand, or walk, but she could still cling to things. Wherever he was going, Eshi was planning to tag along. She hopped up on his back, legs wrapped firmly around his waist in a piggy-back. His arm that he'd draped around his neck was discarded on the floor of the boat, rolling around with each jerk against the waves. "Little cyborg, that's my target you're chasing. Are you trying to kill it, or save it?" It was kind of fun clinging to his back, her chin perched on his shoulder. She liked the cyborg a little better now, for appreciating her s.

@★ Kan Eshi It was pretty hot how the plastic uselessly gasped around like a fish out of water. No doubt with her frame and leg power she was created with one thing in mind. Ghost knew her weakness would be her eyes since that was always the area these pathetic men could care about less. Actually, the less she saw usually worked in their favour and Ghost was amused. When she slapped him he spat out more blood and caught himself against a fence, using that to stabilise his body again. He tore part of his coat away and tied it over the gaping wound. "Your target? You're nothing but a mechanical . Move." He shoved her from behind and hard, pushing her up against a nearby wall. He smiled at how the metal sounded against the concrete and turned back to look. His target was on the boat. "I'll take this back if you don't mind." He grabbed his lifeless arm from her and hung it over his neck, running further down the dock to find a boat. He needed to catch up with the main cargo boat and luckily he found one, a small speedboat parked not too far away. He climbed onto it and glanced up at the bot. Where did she come from? Was she really ordered to be here too? Ghost reached over the dock and dragged her by the hair onto the boat, immediately taking off after the main ship. He couldn't trust her but the extra danger was fun.

@★ Ghost Eshi grimaced at the thumb on her eye and turned her head away, but it didn't help because he was holding on tight and she was too busy shoving his arm in his face to pull his wrist off. He was laughing like a maniac. It was unsettling and unusual. Not what she expected. Why wasn't he screaming and writhing in pain? She let out a small yelp when her eye ripped out of its hold, cables ripping. She'd just lost 50% of her visual and it was very disorienting. The sensation had her loosen her thighs around his waist and he used the opening to stumble back. She was panting, but not because she felt any strain... it was just one of those useless things master had designed her to do. He dropped down on the floor and Eshi, a hand over her lost eye to check if it was really gone, scrambled to her feet. She was still holding his arm. "You know ing bat , you puny cyborg dog.", she snarled in her sweet, sweet voice. She stepped around him and put her foot on his gun. It cracked under the pressure. Hah. Wait... the target? Eshi looked to the side. Sure enough, he was getting away. But that was her target. "That's my target!", she growled at him, before letting out a laugh at his attempts to slow the bleeding. Eshi raised the arm she held and slapped him with it. Not with all the strength that she could muster, she didn't want to make him fall. Let him stagger around. She hit him again, and swung, but missed this time because she was missing an eye. "That's my voice and that's my target. What are you talking about" Eshi stepped right up to the other, or tried, because she was leaning too much to one side and thus lost her balance and fell to the ground. "!" Eshi pushed herself back up. This didn't make sense, why was she so off-balance from just losing an eye? What the ing kind of crap factory made her?!

@★ Kan Eshi If Ghost had been surprised before words couldn't describe how he currently felt. This dumb android was too strong and she didn't seem to feel any pain so he had to find a way to deactivate this . He tried to search her body but it was too late, when he felt the crunch before the tear his knee jerk reaction was to punch her again, his gun was out of reach now so he couldn't exactly shoot her. He forced a thumb into her eye, pushing down against it until he heard a popping noise. He couldn't stop laughing, high from the pain, enjoying this sick game. This wasn't the first time something was taken from him and it wouldn't be the last. When she pushed him back Ghost pulled on her eye, ripping it out from her socket and holding it up in his hand as he stumbled backwards. He knew if he lost too much blood he would die. "An eye for an eye ." He huffed breathlessly, since he was in so much pain but he wouldn't show it. He dropped down onto the floor beside her. "You don't have a voice you're a ing robot. The person you sound like has been dead for years." He tried to push himself back up, crawling away from her and towards the gun. "You've wasted enough of my time, my target has left." His face paled dramatically and he held onto his shoulder, trying to put pressure on the wound.

@★ Ghost Eshi did not feel pain. It was a feature her master did not want to pay for. He invested his finances into other senses he did want her to have, like ual arousal and sensory functions of erogenous zones. Much more important than pain. Eshi felt that that was one of the very few smart choices her master had made. When the blonde man smacked her in the face with an elbow, when he threw her around so he was on top, when his fingers dug into her face, through the soft layer of skin and the cushion underneath to give her a more human feel, when he punched her, Eshi did not feel pain. She did, however, feel discomfort. The blows disoriented the sensory mechanics embedded into her head area and she did not appreciate the disfigurement. Eshi had been shot several times and she'd gotten into a few fights, but the consistency with which he battered her head made it hard for Eshi to act. She was, in the end, a bully more than a trained fighter. A stubborn bully though, who didn't back down. Eshi forced the jagged knife deeper into the man's shoulder and then dragged it down. She could feel the metal tear through his heavy coat, the clothes beneath it, muscle, nerves and a little fat. She focused on that, his arm, as he lay on top of her, her legs spread as if to accommodate him. Blood trickled down the cool metal, down the hilt, her lithe fingers, down her wrist. Her legs were hooked behind his back so he couldn't draw away, clamping down on him. She didn't like his arms. They were attached to his hands. And his hands were punching her pretty face. One hand still piercing the knife into his left shoulder, her other hand grabbed his right arm. It didn't take much. Humans were so frail. Well, okay, it took a tiny bit of effort... Her nails dug into his skin, through his muscles, almost all the way down to his bone. Eshi stayed quiet as she pulled at his arm. First, the skin tore. Then, muscles overextended and ripped in two. Tendons, ligaments, veins, all snapped apart like an overstretched rubber spaghetti. Finally, the bone cracked and lost its hold. Eshi relished each sound and saved a video file in her memory. The arm loose, she shoved the ragged, bleeding part against the man's face. Let him taste that. Could she suffocate him by shoving his arm down his throat? Maybe. She would try that if she got the chance.

Wait. Wasn't she forgetting something? At the side, yelling alerted her to her target. He had heard their scuffle and was making haste to depart. Uh oh. Eshi pulled the knife out of the other's shoulder, more skin ripping at the jagged edges and now used both hands to shove the arm's open end against the man's face, attempting to push him up and off her. It was a bit tricky with a broken, flaccid arm, but she was doing her best. "You ugly mutt, you don't deserve my voice.", she growled in her sweet, sweet voice, a voice you couldn't really take seriously even when it showed anger because it was so sweet.

@★ Kan Eshi Ghost was surprised by the movement, the hint of anger in her features, and the way she was able to use powerful strength against him. She couldn't possibly be human. He attempted to roll out of the grip, driving his elbow into her face a few times before she headbutted him. Ghost laughed, a disturbing sound, and stared at her with an impressed look on his face. As she drove the knife into his shoulder he grabbed at her face screen with his good arm, digging his fingers as hard as he could into the surface. He was able to roll them over, spitting blood from his mouth. His fingernails were made from metal that dug down deeper past her plastic face. But he retracted them so he could punch her a few times. All he had to do was find a way to shake her off so he could pull the knife out of his shoulder.

@★ Ghost Eshi was extremely disturbed when the man mimicked her voice, even offended. How disrespectful. It made her skin crawl. She turned to look up at him. The voice didn't suit him. That was her voice. Her voice! Eshi pursed her lips angrily, but moved to the side. To let him pass. Not. The gun not directed at her head anymore, she launched herself at his legs, knocking him back on his and pressed on, her body pressed against his, legs now at his sides and her hips against him, pressing him down with a force that far surpassed strength any human, male or female, could muster. She headbutted him, her own face screen cracking. A long jagged knife was in her hand, which she stabbed in or at his shoulder, pinning him down further or trying to (depending on whether you want to let it happen or think he can get out of it).

@★ Kan Eshi Ghost lightly nudged a knuckle against his adam's apple, adjusting his voice to mimic hers perfectly: "Who are you?" He asked with a sharp tilt of his head. The majority of his tall frame was hidden by a long black coat that reached up to his neck, almost priest-like in appearance. He was wearing blue contacts with a short blonde wig, hiding his true identity. He reached for his throat again, this time switching to an unnaturally low tone. "I can't answer that question, since I don't exist." He noticed the Captain's car pulling up to the docks. "I have no time for this, get out of my way or die." He pulled off the safety, finger curled around the trigger. It would take the Captain a short amount of time to make it onto the boat and then Ghost would miss his chance.

@★ Ghost Eshi had great plans for this new target, a captain of one of the larger ships that docked here. She had the time and date of his departure, the blueprints of the docks and... that was about it. She had been stalking him since he left his place earlier today. What were her plans? Well, she was torn between just going swimming with him and tying him into the motor blades, so that when she ship started he would be ripped to shreds. Her employees sometimes complained she didn't get rid of the bodies from the scene, but, well, she was supposed to kill them, not abduct them. She had found a nice, discreet observation point and was watching the target from there, waiting for a moment alone. Eshi was dressed a lot more than usual, a skin-tight protective suit covering her from neck to toe. Unlike her usual mask covering mouth and nose, she wore glasses or goggles... Perhaps it was better to describe it as a helmet with a darkenes screen that covered her face except her lips (see pic on profile). Eshi was looking forward to this, muscles tense when she felt a cold metal against the back of her head. A gun. Then, someone's voice. Her eyes narrowed. How had she not heard him, or smelled him? This wasn't some random guard. Eshi didn't turn her head and stayed down. "Who are you?", she asked back in her sweet, girly voice, the voice for a perfect waifu. Ah, master. You had such good taste.

@★ Kan Eshi The new target was an older man in his forties, bald, on the short side, but muscular. Tan skin, brown eyes, and incredibly rich. A ripe target for the Phantom Cobras. Ghost was sent the coordinates which he observed for a full week before he decided when was the best moment to strike, tracing the man's every step and calculating the time and distance between the moments were he was alone and others were he was far busier. Overall, the assassin decided it would be best to remove him before he boarded his ship, since he was the Captain, but it had to be done fast. This kill had to be seamless. People would notice that the Captain of such a big ship was missing, but Ghost believed he could use this in his favour to push the lifeless body off the dock. Once that day arrived the apparition of a man pulled back from tracing his usual route, observing the target from a distance when he noticed a woman was hiding in his usual spot. He pulled his gun out and held it to the back of her head. "Hold still, don't move a muscle. Who are you?"