Nadia walked about the city with a flair to her step. She was in a rather good mood. That day was her first week as a criminal. She was enjoying herself. And very much so at that. She was a rather small fellow. But athletic. Her hair was black, and her eyes is typical asian brown . She looked quite like other young lady on street. And that was a great asset, indeed. People underestimated her, often to their expense. Because beneath her adorable exterior hid a significantly less-adorable interior. She was no crazed psychopath, by any means, but also not one to shy away from what was necessary. And definitely not one to back down in a fight. She may have been smaller than most, but she made up for it with speed, agility, and an unexpected strength. And a distinct lack of fear.


The day had begun like any other. She awoke in the morning, had her breakfast and a shower, got dressed, and headed off to work. It was a small off-license. She wasn't the owner; just a shop assistant. It was rather dull work. She wouldn't have minded so much if it were busy -- she loved people -- but alas, it was not so. A few dozen customers a day, and none at all friendly. Rather depressing and lonely. And dull. She also worked alone, being that it was only a small shop in Seattle. Needn't have more than one employee on any given shift. Yes, very depressing and lonely. And dull.


But that day would mark a change to the dull repetitiveness that was her life. Because this was the day that some teenage punk had decided to threaten Nadia with a gun and demand all the money in the till. Now, as I have said, Nadia was no push-over. She does not submit when threatened. However, she did have sense. And normally, if someone were to threaten her with a gun, and ask for money for which, frankly, she cared nothing -- being that the money was not her but the owner-of-the store's -- she would have gladly submitted with no fuss, and with no fear. But she was having a bad day. Well, rather, a bad few months. her life was leading nowhere, and there fast, so slowly but surely an animal force had been growing up inside her. With sharp-ass fangs. All it needed was that one temptation. That one piece of meat to awaken the animal. And that piece of meat was stood before her pointing a gun to her head.


Nadia looked the man up and down, and tilted her head to the side. "You're not going to shoot me. Look at you. What are you, 15? You don't have the guts to do something like kill a lady. And for what? $300 or so? 'Cause there ain't much cash in this here till. Is it worth life imprisonment, eh boy? For a measly few hundred dollar?"


The thug hesitated for a moment. Then went on the offensive. "You damned right! . Gimme that cash or I is gonna shoot you down!, i don't care a woman or man" He waved the gun frantically. As such people tend to in a situation such as this.


Nadia smiled. "No. I'm pretty sure you're not that stupid." He crossed his arms across her chest in defiance.


The thug looked crazed. "I'm warnin' you! I will shoot your bitch! if you don't give me the money." He fired a shot into the wall beside Nadia, no doubt to prove his willingness.


Nadia turned to where the bullet had hit. It was pretty close. The animal begun to growl. She turned back to the attacker with a new look in her eyes. An evil gleam. "Fine. You want the cash? Here, take it." She grabbed the till, pulled it out from the shelf in which it rested, and began to pass it over the counter. The thug lowered his gun to take it. And in that moment, Nadia launched forward with all her strength, the till cracking the youngster in the face and knocking him to the ground. With her athletic speed and agility, Nadia vaulted over the counter and landed beside the fallen youth.


"You picked the wrong store, pal!. And now you will pay. Because I am in a bad mood. And you have made it so much worse." She swung her foot back, and then forward. Into the other man's face. His nose cracked and blood began to flow. "Please, stop! No! Stop! Please," he pleaded through blood-choked mouth. Nadia took another swing. "Oh, so you want me to show you mercy boy!? Would you have shown me any, hm? I think not. Hypocritical son-of-a-bitch." She took another swing, this time at the ribs. And then Nadia saw the gun. And that animal growled once more. She picked it up and felt the feel of metal in her hands. And the sense of power it gave her. She played with it for a while, that evil gleam still in her eyes. It seemed the months of repression had finally been let loose. She could only go with the flow. She aimed the gun at the thug's head, and waited. Until the realization had sunk in. Until the fear began. Until that boy saw that evil gleam in Nadia's eyes. "I'll see you on the other side, boy." And with that, she set her finger on the trigger. BANG! Leaving the young thug dead.


She looked around. Bullet hole in the wall, the till smashed across the floor, a dead body beside it, and a gun in her hand. She smiled. She hadn't had this much fun in a very long time. Pocketing the gun, She knelt down and emptied the till. She was cashed-up. Ready for action. She was going to make something of herself, and she was going to keep hold tight and drag it along with her. No more stagnation. No more mediocrity. She was going to go somewhere, be somebody, and achieve all that She'd hoped to achieve. And She was going to do it with no hesitation and with no regret.

A trip to Seattle didn't seem like such a good idea, as she had been feeling sick ever since the weekend.

Now it was Wednesday, and she thought she might stop the car soon and have a little puke. She had never gotten car sick before, but she was feeling uneasy in the taxi. Usually she would drive herself around, maybe stop once in a while to grab some snacks from little convenience stores or even have a piss break. The driver that was sitting at the wheel didn't stop once, and people might call her stupid for not using her words and asking for him to stop, but she felt like she would be distracting him from his job. Vela didn't like to order people around like that. The driver was just solely focused on doing his job, which she could respect, plus many other people in the city needed to get to places as well- fast. She sat quietly the whole drive, looking out the window, passing by different shops and buildings. "We're here, lady." He turned his body around to face Vela, his face contorted in a grotesque sneer. She nodded in haste, unbuckling her seatbelt and paying the driver her bill. "Thank you sir. I'll get out now." She concurred, knowing that the driver was probably rushing to find another passenger. Vela hopped out the vehicle, closing the door behind her carefully, before letting out a sigh. Next time I'll bring my own car, she thought to herself. She didn't like sitting in silence, sometimes it was comforting, but she was in a particular mood and there was a funny feeling in her stomach. She was feeling a sense of danger in this city of Seattle, like there was someone waiting to pounce on her. Vela wanted no situation like that to happen to her, especially at this time when she was just trying to settle in her new family. Needless to say, she had the metal weapon in her purse, but she really wasn't feeling like blowing any heads off. Be nice for a change, she thought. She realised she had been standing on the sidewalk for too long, just lost in her thoughts so she cleared her throat and snapped back to reality.

 There was only one reason she was here in Seattle, and that was to give out petty jobs to people who didn't have a home yet. Vela called it recruiting, but she wasn't a sponsor, so instead she liked to say she was just providing individuals with some easy jobs for some easy cash, nothing out of the ordinary. Life in the 1930s was filled with crime, hostile people who were against the alcohol ban and horrendous employment rates that kept on going down. Vela was worried for the rebuilding of each of the cities, as there was always going to be that one person out there that wanted to cause mayhem. She was aware of street gangs or teenage criminals roaming around these streets, but she knew better than to linger on the thought. Vela started walking quickly, passing by a few storefronts before she reached a dark alleyway. There was a figure in the distance, hidden by the shadows of the tall buildings that the alleyway was located between. Vela walked towards the person, who to her surprise, was smaller than she thought. She raised an eyebrow at the person, before taking out a strip of paper that had a name of who she had to go see. "Hm... Am I speaking to Corny?" She looked up, returning her eyes to the person. The person nodded quickly and stepped forward from the shadows. He started to look around him suspiciously, making sure that Vela was the right person then looking back at her with widened eyes. He looked scared, which was good. She wanted to make sure that he knew of the reputation she upheld, as the family she was in was held in high esteem. Vela started to get curious and she tilted her head slightly. 

"How old are you?" She inquired, trying to get the person to speak more. "I'm 18. Now hurry up and tell me what to do, lady!" The boy replied harshly. Vela was suddenly taken aback, the thought that he was scared of her had vanished, and now she was starting to get second thoughts about giving him the job. She took a step forward, towering over the teenage delinquent. "Listen here, kid. I'm the one making orders here. So don't tell me to hurry up or else I'll cut your balls off and sell them in the black market." Just like that, the boy zipped his mouth, but he put on an angry glare. "Good. Now, I will explain the assignment you have to do." She paused, waiting for the boy to calm down. Vela could sense that he was unprepared, but she proceeded anyway. She was only providing jobs, not getting information about their abilities and weaknesses. "There is a shop in the next street over that sells alcoholic beverages, an off-licence shop as people call it. Your first job is to steal the money from the till, which is not much, but it's still bills. Come back to this alleyway when you're done and I'll give you the rest of your earnings for the day." Vela insisted, moving out of the persons way. "Go." She urged, looking down at her wristwatch. The boy quickly put a ski mask over his head and took out a gun that was hiding in the pocket of his jacket, before heading out of the dark alleyway. Vela wasn't timing the boy, but she had more people to attend to that day, and she would really love if the boy would just get the job over and done with without any hassle. The uneasy feeling she had felt in the taxi came again, and she let out a silent groan. "Fuck sake. Really?" She looked pretty crazy, talking to herself, irritated that she couldn't figure out why she was feeling queasy. These things would only happen to her if she was sensing a threat, and it began when she hopped out the vehicle. 

Seattle was home to a lot of civilians, but in the midst, there were also evil beings, waiting for the right time to let their fighting side out. Vela shook her head, erasing the uneasiness away but it could only be rubbed off if she could just figure out what it was. Hopefully it wasn't about the boy she just made orders to, even though if he got harmed she wouldn't be fully responsible because she could just say she was doing her job. Still, to find out that the boy suddenly ran into a bunch of buff dudes along the way and got beat to death, Vela wouldn't take it lightly. The person still had a soul, a life to live, an opportunity to do better, and she would hate to see that go away so quickly. There was goodness in her heart, sometimes she wouldn't let people see it because she was very shy around others, which is probably why people see her so cold at first. Rest assured though, she would eventually open up. As she tried to gather her thoughts, Vela resorted to sitting down against the brick walls of the alleyway. She glanced at her wrist, looking at the time on her watch. Twenty had already passed, and the boy was still not here. Vela got that uneasy feeling again and she rose quickly from her position. Something didn't feel right, and though she didn't want to accept it, Vela knew it was about the boy she just sold the job to. The store that she ordered him to go to was not that far if she would just get there quickly, so she quickened her footsteps and finally, her sneakers made it to the street. Vela passed by a laundromat, a small bakery and a printing office before she reached the off-license shop. Vela stood just outside the door. It was hard to see inside because of the slightly tinted windows, so she took a step closer, trying to not let herself get seen. 

"Motherfucker..." She whispered to herself, an angry flicker in her eyes. The lady that Vela was expecting to see was not there surprisingly, as Vela knew the owner was more chubby in size and older, but this lady before her eyes had an athletic build with black hair that reached a little past her shoulders. Vela blinked, watching the lady tower over the associate with a gun in her hand. How did that happen? Vela thought to herself. The kid was strapped with a gun for fuck sake! She cussed at herself, angrily scratching the back of her head. The lady looked bold in character, her eyes showing a deep desire to end the boys life right then and there. Vela knew better than to walk in right now and get herself shot too, even if she had a gun holster on her, she didn't want to cause even more problems for the family. The sound of the gun firing went off and Vela quickly pulled away from her spot at the window, shutting her eyes tight. She started to feel bad for the boy and whoever his family was, but Vela was interested to figure out who that lady really was, already coming to her mind that was she probably a part of the same organization that Vela was in. The Honoured Society was home to many people similar to the lady's attitude, but each person had a special trait that set them apart from many people, which is ultimately how people moved quickly up the ranks. The thing that set Vela apart from every other mafia member she had met was that she always pushed for communication and teamwork. Without it, there was no reason to continue. Despite the tragic event for the boy, she still had to continue with her day and just call up a janitor to dispose of the body. For now, Vela was intrigued with the culprit. 

Vela opened her eyes again, smoothing down her hair and looking for any dust particles on her hoodie. She was glad that she wasn't wearing her business attire, as she just wanted to keep her appearance low key, in case for any rival members that were out looking to catch a body. She opened the door of the store, the sound of her footsteps echoing throughout the off-licence site. Vela raised both of her eyebrows and clapped slowly. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" She smiled wickedly, glancing down at the kid's dead body on the floor. "I'm sure you have some explaining to do, hm? Don't worry I'm not going to snitch on you." She deeply assured. There was really no reason to snitch anyway, as Vela didn't know anything about the boy and his past, and she wasn't going to hold a grudge for the lady anytime soon. Vela wanted to get to know who she was speaking to, as she was surprised by how quickly she slammed the kid down on the floor by using her own force. Vela smiled shyly, walking closer to the lady. "I'm being rude, sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Vela. Lets get this mess cleaned up, shall we? There's someone on the way right now." She waited to see what the lady would reply with, but Vela was hoping that she would accept her warm greeting. Vela didn't have much friends that were girls that she could speak to, which was only partly the reason why Vela was being... civil. She didn't want to start off on the wrong foot with her, and only intended to let her know that she wasn't a rat. 

"So, why did you do it? I figured maybe you were just having a bad day, something of the sort." Vela marvelled, looking back at the lady before her.