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Panthe
Legacy Name: Panthe

The Darkmatter Tigrean
Owner: Tears

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 4 weeks

Born: November 20th, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: October 17th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 50
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

● There is no other answer.. ●Panthe

Part Two - Second act from one.

From behind the scenes to the front line.


She made him cry, Blanch did. His silver eyes would stream tears when she wasn't near to sprinkle him with her venom glare and the awkward glances she sometimes took when she thought he wasn't aware. She meant the world to him, but she had no idea. They had been working together for over six years now, two of which she actually worked with him willingly. He had found her, blood soaked and crying after her first botched contract and cleaned it up for her, she thought she got of scott-free and he saw a side of her she never knew she had showed. Kindness. He smiled at the thought, She had stolen his heart the day she showed tears for the first, and probably the only time.

Just then, Pix, his highly intelligent robot butterfly, came to him and landed on his shoulder, tinkling the going on's of what Blanch was up to at the moment. She had gotten a contract via messenger. This one was someone who knew he was put on the chopping block, a hard case indeed. This guy was always covered by security and certainly would never be caught dead (pardon the pun) in an abandoned part of town.

Panthe took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It was only a matter of time before she was hired to kill someone who was aware he was a contract, but he didn't expect the day to actually, actually come. He laced his hands and took another deep breath, thinking of a plan. They could kidnap him, but that left a lot of untied threads that could be traced. Shooting him dead point blank in his own work space wasn't an option. Blanch was not, under any circumstances to be caught. He had brought his fingers to his lips, deep in thought, when Blanch burst into the room.

'One million dollar contract, Panthe! One fucking million! We could quit for.. EVER after that kind of dough! What have you got for me? I know Pix has brought you the new, what's the next cunning Panther plan?' She was excited as ever, spewing her profanity in excited gasps, with eyes still as dark as they ever were. Eerie. Panthe glanced in her direction for a moment and raised a finger to quiet her. 'This one is complicated..' He closed his eyes for a good five minutes before he lowered his hand. 'We have to do surveillance. Two weeks, maybe up to four.. and we can't be seen or recognised. We need to know where he goes, what he does, and what he is allergic to'

Blanch looked startled. 'Allergic to? Why the fuck do we need to get to know the guy? Just shoot him in the fucking face then ROLL in the green afterwards. Why does this one have to be any different than the other ones?' Panthe stood up and walked over to her, ready to shake some sense into her if he had to. 'Because.. There is a reason there is a million on this guys head, Blanch. He is the President.' Blanch's eyes grew wide with astonishment. '.. The President..' She muttered. 'Well this is quite the fuck-a-row, isn't it.. the fucking president..' Panther shook his head, he bangs falling into his face. How so much could escape her was beyond him, he wanted to take her into his arms and proclaim to her innocence. He refrained and just nodded solemnly. 'Yes, it is.. a fuck-a-row.. but for now leave the details to me. I will watch him with Pix and you just sit tight.'

Blanch nodded and said nothing else, slowly striding out of the room, She always left the hard parts to Panthe. Figuring out how to do it, without being caught, was what he did best. Panthe sighed as soon as he was sure she was out of hearing range. He had to find out what the President was allergic to, and he prayed he was allergic to SOMETHING cause if he wasn't this whole plan was going to fall through and the contractor would surely be out to find them because their vow was to take care of anyone, anywhere, no questions or fall through. He had to find out what it was and how to get it to him and get him dead. Blanch was depending on him, but this time she wasn't to do the dirty work. This kind of thing had to be done discreetly and she wasn't yet ready to handle such a task.