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[erisxmi]

whatever it takes

“Do you know what I fucking hate?” A senior, usually dealing with the gang’s soldiers, calls you to see him at Black Lotus’ HQ immediately, an anger in his tone when he had arranged the emergency meeting that is perhaps not foreign, but certainly not expected. “Traitors. I hate fucking traitors.” He takes a deep breath as he sits opposite you, slides a brown file across the table and groans in frustration.

If you open it, inside you will find all the necessary details regarding a Black Lotus drug dealer named Mamba. His age, height, weight, most frequent locations ( Club ACE being first, unsurprisingly ) and a witness statement given by another member exposing that he has discussed his involvement with the first female victim not only with the SPD but with a rival gang, of which the member is unsure who. “You’re one of our best— If not the best, and I don’t think there’s any better punishment than to be reminded by Black Lotus’ pride why you never disobey the Lotus. By any means necessary, make him pay.”

Seulgi walks into HQ with a curiosity that only continues to grow—it certainly isn’t abnormal for her to be called upon; but so suddenly and by a senior that seemed especially pissed, this was rather surprising. She sits quietly, sitting slightly reclined back but still attentive to show him that she’s intently listening, but absent of any nervousness that could deter her. Even before she walked in, she had a strange feeling of readiness, and as she listened and careful hands moved to open the file given to her, her excitement only grows. At first, she attempts to hide this, keeping her expression neutral, but by the end she can’t help the smirk that curls onto her lips. 

Given the information, she can recall the traitor in question, and to say she was sad to see this happen was a lie; she was disappointed, certainly, but Eris had never had much remorse for those who turned their back upon the Lotus. She had spent too much time pouring blood and sweat (of origins other than herself) to see a lack of loyalty managing to exist within their ranks. It pissed her off, too, to be absolutely honest about the situation. She couldn’t stand for this and to go behind their backs twice? She wouldn’t stand for this.

There was no questioning her answer, her mind made and heart set into the loyalty she held for Black Lotus, determination already flaring. She wouldn’t let this slip by her.

The folder is gently flipped shut before she looks up to her senior again, the smirk still settled onto her lips and the fire she held evident in dark eyes. “You know, I hate traitors myself—they have no place here with us.” Eris stands, bowing her head out of respect to her senior before she falls easily back into her previous demeanor, a hand resting on the table as she leans over a little, the other hand picking up the file. “You will be able to count on me, sir. I’ll make sure the last thing on his mind is how badly he’s offended and betrayed the Lotus name.”  

tw: drugs, weapons, thoughts of violence, actual violence 

heads up: long post ahead!

The second the emergency meeting has drawn to an end, Seulgi is working through the information she’s been given, making calculations and thinking through a variety of ideas as she walks. With a killer on the loose, she’ll have to be careful, dreadfully so. There can be no mistakes...but given that this is personal business, she has no doubt that she’ll be able to pull strings that she wouldn’t be able to normally. Although, these wouldn’t be strings she would have normally considered to be available to her—there weren’t too many cases of traitors after all.

As she does with ever mission, Eris will spend an intimate amount of time with the information she was given, and any information she can gather without involving much of anyone else. The last thing she would need is someone telling Mamba of her sudden, heightened curiosity in him. 

The assassin never took special interest in anyone without reason, after all. And it was simply better if she lets him know on her own.

So as she’s making her plans, she finds other useful information without having to dig into much of anyone—it’s easier to casually find out things when the target your after is within your ranks, and hopefully, it’ll be easier to drag him down.

Eris decides she needs to make a call to Lotus’ best and most efficient drug dealer; words she will have used to gain his interest in her proposed deal to him, going to the man without a hint of true favor one way or the other as she requests to be supplied with something deadly and strong—something that she can easily use to make for a quick kill.

It wasn’t out of the normal for an assassin to work closely with a dealer in order to get a job done, and it certainly wasn’t out of question for someone such as Eris who was willing to do whatever she could to get the job done.

Even if that meant deceit. 

She’s come up with an elaborate fake target to throw ideas and make discussion of with Mamba, nothing of it even closely relating to him or anything he’s done, she seems and sounds neutral, even if with every passing second she just wishes she could slash the typical smug look off his face, that she could watch the fear form in his eyes. But not yet, she has to play the part of a trusting colleague (at one point in which she was), one that wants to use his skills and connections to better help the Lotus name.

A meeting is arranged easily, in the dead of night with not another soul around except maybe a cleaner on standby to Eris’ knowledge where Mamba can give her what she’s asked for and for her to make the payment for his assistance, or so she had promised. 

“I just want you to know I’m glad you were able to make it through with this. I know it was short notice, but business is business as you know.” 

“I’m here as we both are, just to get a job done.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Eris makes the dangerous decision that only someone trusting would, stepping in closer, gloved hands moving to withdraw the envelope with his “payment” in it, the envelope in which she accidentally drops. “Oh, I’m sorry-”

“I got it.”

Of course you do. A smirk curls onto her lips as she pulls the small, silenced and loaded gun from her pocket, aiming it right at his head—where the space in between his eyes will be as he looks up at the sudden, quick movement she’s made.

“This is for betraying and tarnishing the Lotus name.”

“What the fuck—”

She cuts him off — literally cuts him off in the same breath and moment that he’s looked up to her, startled and confused, pulling the trigger to hit him right between the eyes before another muscle can be moved, before another word can be said by either of them.

She hadn’t planned to listen or fight with him, anyway. Eris trusted what she was told and asked to do, and she wasn’t going to leave any room for any word otherwise. She didn’t want to listen to a snake anyway.

The only thing she wish she could have done was made him suffer, to slowly rip the life out of him and make him know that he would harshly pay second by second for what he had done; but this would have to do, and her energy would need to be saved as the assassin moved to allow for the next phase to take place and to immediately report back to her senior. 

The deed was done, and she could only hope it was for the best.