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Jena Oscars


The car beeped twice and Jena twirled her keys around her finger. She got in it and turned her car on with a loud raor. She reached over and turned on a small screen on her car deck. It immediantly sent her the information she needed about her next hit. He was going to be at the 'Jackson Hotel'.(should meet over there to kill both our guys) It sent many other useful info including his own picture. "Well hello there...." she said to his picture and sped off to the Hotel.

Vincent Coen


Another cab. He wished he had his own car for once. Too bad he used most of his money on his clothing and hair products, odd for a guy. This cabby was excellently quiet and Vincent just watched the cars pass by. Dante had called again before he got on the cab and told him that Jena was going to be at the Jackson Hotel.

Jena Oscars


The Jackson Hotel was the biggest in the city so far, and the most expensive. People of all sorts would come to see its beauty. It was one of the enjoyments of the city for the tourists. Jena parked her car in the valet section. She opened the door and let out her long sleek legs first, then lifting herself out of the car with a long red dress with a slit that ran down the leg, and the top curved in around her breast area creating cleavage, going up creating a spagetti strap that would tie behind the neck and showed off her smooth back perfectly. Tonight at the hotel would be a fancy sort of night. There was a sort of big party being held there for important people that she really didnt care much for. But her target would be under one of those people and she would have to blend in.

Two gentlemen at the entrance doors opened them for Jena. Greeting her with giant, friendly smiles across their faces saying, "Welcome to Jackson Hotel! We hope you have a splendid time ma'am!". Jena gave a nod and sweet smile to them and walked passed them. If only you knew why i was here...she grinned to herself in amusement at the thought. Jena joined the crowd, many strangers staring at her with red faces whispering amongst one another. She immediantly spotted her target, he matched the picture she recieved perfectly. The report said that he enjoyed women very much. She would have to make herself stand out. In doing so she added a sassy sway to her hips and an arousing look across her face. Jena made her way to the bar.


Vincent Coen


"Ah Crap!" he whined to himself once he stepped off the cab. "This place looks a little fancy for me..." he said to himself and looked around at the men who were dressed in tux's and suits with thier hair slick. "Great...how am i gonna blend in with this crowd?" He looked down at his black clothing, with bunches of chains that hung from his belt that had real spikes on it, his giant belted boots that made him alot taller then he already was, his strapped pants with his tight black muscle shirt. It was time to call Dante.

Jena Oscars


Jena had her martini at the bar. It would only be one drink and thats all she promised herself. She kept her eye on her target and he finally seemed to notice her. Her stomach lurched when she spotted him walking over to her with a flirtish smile across his face. Jena pretended not to notice him. As he approached he lightly touched her mid back and greeted her. "Hello there!" she replied eyeing him. "Care for a dance?" he gestured a hand towards the crowd. "Sure..." she smiled and politely took his hand to the dance. They swayed for a while to the soft song when he excused himself to the bathroom. Nows my chance...


Vincent Coen


Vincent walked out of the back locker room of the workers at the hotel. He adjusted his crimson red tie and messed with his long hair to make it look somewhat hip or fashionable, whatever it was these days. He never really cared or payed attention to it. Vincent walked over to the crowd and kept an eye out for Jena around. It wasnt hard spotting her out of a crowd. She was like the dove amongst crows, so different and the middle of attention. Not so good for her reputation. With so many eyes on her all the time she would get caught one day. A man just left her from the dance floor and was headed for the mens room it seemed like. Nows my chance... he walked casually over to her. He lifted her hand and kissed it gently, "Miss you stand alone on the dance floor!" he said jokingly disguising his voice with an accent. She turned her head quickly over to him in surprise but when seeing it was only him she smirked but played along anyhow. "Well perhaps you can keep me company..."

Jena Oscars


Jena played it cool while dancing with Vincent. She already knew the reason why he was there, it was no surprise that he sent Vincent to look after her. It made her boil deep inside, she wasnt a baby anymore. She tried to avoid putting a harsh look upon her precious face. "So again your stuck here? I feel bad for you! Being Dante's old pal has some prices to it doesnt it? Hehe its alright im thankful that im being spoiled by you two." she joked with a grin. "Ha! Very funny kid. Its not like i want to be here..." he replied avoiding her childish eyes. "I see...well i must bid you adei old friend. Its time for me to finish this. Oh by the way you dont look bad in that tux." she smiled over her shoulder as she walked away.

Vincent Coen

Vincent watched Jena walk away, noticing her swaying hips. It made him chuckle. Where did she learn that from? He stepped off the dance floor so he wouldnt get bumped into by the many drunk couples. He followed a ways behind Jena but kept his distance. He grabbed a drink casually and watched her from the corner of his eye. Until some lady distracted him by coming up to him with her drunken self, slightly slurring her words while trying to flirt with him. He avoided her and escaped her drunken rath. When he glanced over his shoulder for Jena she had disapeared.

Jena Oscars


Jena walked around cooly. Nothing was bothering her. Countless times she would audaciously glance over her shoulder in case anyone were watching. When noone seemed to have caught her eye she then sneaked into the back survailence room. Planning her next moves and how she was gonna get this hit without creating a scene in front with an audience of people. Blood. She moved to the right and flipped a few switches that revealed secret spots that she could hide at. She chose one wisely and walked out just as calmly and cooly as she was just minutes before. Jena walked over to a nice icy spot pin pointed her target below. Poison or shot...she chose the more exciting one, shot. Later, before coming up to this spot Jena had picked up a case. She now opened it and it was full with a beautiful sniper rifle. She faced the shadows, not to be seen and aimed for his head through her clean scope. A good shot zoomed through the air and caught his chest. The crowd went wild. Jena immediantly packed up her case and snuck away silently into a quiet room. In that room was a giant window. THe police cars were already showing up with thier sirens going off like mad. Hmmmm....


Vincent Coen


He wasnt exactly paying attention but the crowd awoke his mind again. People ran out and screamed like crazy as if the building were about to burst. He realized it was Jena. And i thought this was gonna be sneaky....

Jena Oscars

Jena discarded of the case in different directions. Some in certain rooms that were easy to pick lock into and a couple of parts here and there in some of the restrooms. She was just rushing out of a room when a couple came in through an elevator. She quickly backed up to a wall to where she hoped they wouldnt see her. s**t... she backed away slowly, back pressed against the wall keeping an eye on the two.


Vincent Coen


"Yeah the job is done. But for some stupid reason that im not aware of she did it public!" Vincent spoke into his cell phone to Dante. He was in was in the back where the housekeepers would fix up things. It was dark in the room and he hoped the best for Jena. He wouldnt worry about himself for now. "Public?! Is she mad?!" Dante yelled over the phone.
"Yeah.......Look ill find her for you and get her home safely."
".............righ then. These matters we should worry most about. Although im sure she can do this alone."

Jena Oscars


When the woman left she glanced around the corner and saw a man. He looke somewhat familiar. She couldnt place where she had seen his face. Jena slid back against the wall and started to think up a plan. Then she remembered that Vincent was in the building somewhere. No, she wouldnt let him be apart of this mission...it was hers.


Vincent Coen

The lights had turned on and Vincent squinted, putting a hand over his eyes. "Gah....s**t...." His eyes adjusted and he glanced around the room to see who was in there. He'd hoped it would be Jena it was make his job alot easier. If not then he'd have to kill them. He was surprised to see that it was the woman from eariler that he had seen at the resturaunt sitting at the opposite table. What the hell? Is she another hitman? Other wise most of the savilians are out of the building...she has to be. Then where is Jena? Could she have shot the wrong guy?

Vincent Coen


Vincent kept alert. If he calmed down now and let his gaurd down, who knows what might happen. ".........Like wise...." He examined her.