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Location: A rooftop in some South-American state.
Time: Sometime in the late 1990s

Kirby pressed her body flat against the roof she was perched on and peered over the ridge. Yes, this was the perfect spot to wait for her target to appear. The deal that was going to go down in the room behind the window just pefectly in her sight and her range would not end quite like her employer's business partner expected.

She made herself comfortable where she was, relaxing against the sun-warmed tiles of the roof for the moment. There was plenty time left, but it was good to be in position well ahead of anyone else.

To pass time, and because it was a good idea in general, she checked her gear one more time.

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***

Kirby liked to celebrate a hit gone well. Having even more money than usual at her disposal didn't hurt either.

So she and her unexpected colleague found themselves in one of her favorite bars of the wider area a few hours later.

She was careful with her drinks, as usual in public. She had taken out people after making them drunk before. She had heard of colleagues being taken out that way. It wouldn't happen to her.

She let her eyes wander around the room. If she could help it, she didn't sleep alone very often. Still, the sheer amount of men who met her tastes in this room made it difficult to settle on one to approach.

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He noticed how she was scanning the room and had an idea he knew what she was looking for. Once upon a time he might have done the same. Up to that day a bit over seven years ago, when he had been caught in a building just about to be demolished. Before falling debris had trapped him, broken his cheekbone and jaw and left his face scarred to the point where chatting up a woman in a bar just like that - without spending hours on careful make-up beforehand to conceal the damage - was simply no longer an option.

Now, after the explosion that had added new scars to his face, ones that went up to his hairline and down his throat into the collar of his shirt, that held doubly true.

He concentrated on his drink as one of the young men approached his striking blonde colleague with a proposal that initiated with a snide remark concerning her companion.

That would be he.

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Kirby looked the man who'd just approached her up and down. this wasn't right. She took herpick. She wasn't the one chosen by some boy too full of himself to recognise two very dangerous people when he saw them.

No, she wouldn't be picked like some girl who didn't know her own worth. At least tonight, she thought, it should be someone she could respect.

She gave the man a wide, though somewhat condescending smile. "Why, thanks for the offer," she said. "But I prefer them a little more ... experienced. Now, my friend here - you wouldn't even begin to believe the things he can do with his gun."

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He very nearly spit his drink back into his glass and gave her away.

Very nearly.

As it was, he had just enough control over his reaction to set down his glass as if nothing out of the ordinary had been said.

Instead he turned around on his stool and grinned widely at the man. "Need some help?"

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He was certainly catching on fast. Good!

Kirby leaned sideways and into her colleague, hoping he was catching on fast enough not to let her fall off the stool. Then she realised she still did not even know his name. Or he hers. That could be kind of awkward in this situation...

Well, nothing to be done about that now.

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He moved to catch her and let her lean into him. It had been a while that he had been this close to a woman except for professional reasons on one side or the other. He felt his body's approving reaction.

The man who had just thought to chat up his companion, however, approved far less. He went form disbelief to anger to outright fury, and Murdoc tensed his body ready to push the woman aside and counter an attack.

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The man's reaction did not escape Kirby either. As the guy grabbed her arm with a gesture that was half playful, half forceful, she let him pull her to her feet.

Then, just as the guy shot a triumphant glare at her companion and tried to draw her close, she brought up her fist, hard and efficiently, and left him gasping.

She threw a handful of coins on the counter and beckoned to her colleague. "C'mon," she said. "Let's move elsewhere."

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This could have easily turned into a full scale bar room brawl. He had an idea of why she didn't pursue it further - they both had too much money on their persons to be caught with if something went wrong.

He got to his feet, sketched a salute at the spurned would-be lover and joined his colleague in a sauntering exit.