That one task...

The lady, Akira, stood in the middle of the room, a smirk on her lips as she said, mischievously, "Ooh, I dare to think what you plan to do to me behind closed doors, Mike." She made her way to him, "You know how much I crave to be with you."

Her hands went up to his chest, drawing circles with her fingers, but Mike grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her hands away from him.

"What on earth are you doing here, Akira? Haven't I told you never to show your face here, ever again? Do you want to compromise my identity? Huh? Is that what you want?" His tone was icy, devoid of emotion as he spoke to her.

"No, Logan. You and I both know that is not the case here," she tilted her head to the side and crossed an arm over her chest.

"Your identity would only be compromised if you let it. However, I think you are just so scared that our little 'Emily' might come to find out who you truly are."

The corner of her lips went up in a sneer at the mention of the name. But in a swift motion, Mike was by her side, clutching her neck, "You would not mention her name with those disgusting lips of yours."

But Akira was no ordinary lady. She grabbed his wrist with a hand, catching him off guard as she twisted his arm off her.

She shook her head, "This is bad, Mike. You are already losing your touch. All because of what?"

She motioned toward the door, "All because of that freak of a girl? Don't tell me you are in love with her."

Mike's eyes flashed dangerously at her words, "You should leave, Akira. You are not welcome here. And do not show your face here ever again. "

Akira huffed, rolling her eyes as she flopped on a sofa beside her. "I have a message for you. Ordered by the Reaper."

Mike's eyes widened at that, and Ashe became suddenly alert. "What? The Reaper?"

"Did I stutter, Mike? Yes, the reaper."

But Mike's gaze was laced with confusion, "Are you trying to joke around here, Akira? Cause it doesn't suit you, and I do not have time for that. Why would the reaper give an order when Slayer is still around?"

Mike and Akira were a member of the Black Hole, an assassin lair, operating subtlety in the city. They are secretive and highly organized assassin lair and they were both a part of skilled assassins, each with their unique expertise.

The Slayer is the name by which their leader goes. While the Reaper was his second in command.

He was sent on a mission months ago by the Slayer which was why he was undercover. Which was why he got by the name, Mike, But in the black hole, they all called him Logan.

He couldn't understand why the reaper was suddenly enforcing tasks, which never happened when Slayer was around.

Akira rested her legs on a table and said, "Because Slayer is dead! Reaper is the one in charge now, and you have been given the task to find his killer."

Mike blinked, "Wait, wait. What did you say, Akira? Slayer is dead? How? When did this happen? And how come I was not aware of it."

She placed her legs down on the table, "That is not important at the moment, Logan. This is a very delicate matter. The Black hole is currently in chaos. Things are falling apart, and until we find his killer."

Mike suddenly cut her off, "How am I supposed to find his killer when I do not even know how or when the killing happened? How do I get them."

"Because we know who they are." Akira simply stated, a frown settling I her face.

"Who?" He asked. He was sitting by her side in an instant.

Akira replied, "The rivals. Assassin's crib. We believe it was done by the female assassin."

"Zara?" Mike asked, his voice cold and laced with hate.

Akira raised a brow at him, "And how do you know her name already?"

He gritted his teeth, turning his head away from her as he said, "She is quite popular, Akira. She is the only female of the Assassin crib and everyone knows her name.

However, finding her would be an almost impossible task. No one has ever seen her or knows what she looks like."

He shook his head, his fingers digging painfully into his palms, "But she needs to pay this time. She is not getting away with this."

Akira held his arm, softly "That is why you, amongst all, have been entrusted with this task. Considering your close relationship with the Slayer when he was alive, you are in the best place to avenge him."

Mike rubbed his face and his hands went up his hair, pulling at it roughly. The news was unexpected. It was hard to believe that His boss was no more.

He asked, suddenly, "How was he killed?"

Akira was hesitant and he snapped his head to her."Akira, I need to know."

She shook her head, "No, Logan. I think you should be kept from that."

"You are kidding me, right?" He grabbed a hold of her arm, "I need to know!"

She pressed a hand into his chest, rubbing soothing circles on him. Her both hand cupped his face and she whispered, "You need to calm down, Logan. And you know I am here for you."

He pulled her arms away from him and stood up, "I wont ask again, Akira. How did it happen?"

Akira stood as well, matching his gaze. "Your job is to find her and end her. If you wish to know how Slayer was killed, then I'd suggest you get to work immediately. So when you find her, you can ask her yourself."

Mike's chest heaved, his temper rising. He knew there was nothing else he could do to make Akira tel him how it had happened. But one thing he knew for sure.

The female Assassin, Zara, should pray to whatever god she serves because when he sets his eyes on her, it is either he kills her or she kills him.