Kyra did not sleep a wink last night. She probably should have but she thought otherwise. After dinner and the sudden bomb dropped by her brother, Kyra spent the entire night looking through any kind of intel she could find on her target, Bobby Guyart. Kyra was in the family’s Intel Room. The Intel Room hosted several servers and computers that could spy on almost anyone in Diamond City. The Intel Room has seen upgrades over the years. It even had old technology from the past that the previous Fukagis used. The recent upgrades were done by her parents and her sister, Asa and the room had seen a huge technical jump.

Using the surveillance network, she found that Guyart is a pretty scummy individual who liked to hide behind people where he called the shots and pretended to be the head honcho of everything. Guyart was an arms dealer in Diamond City. He sold weapons to the small gangs in the city. Lately, Guyart has been bringing heavy firepower that could potentially upset the balance in the city and Kyra’s client wants him out of the picture. Kyra went through all the surveillance on Guyart. Like the body double whom she killed yesterday, Guyart lets a dummy convoy to travel first. About five minutes later, an inconspicuous sedan will leave the area. Every single time there would be a different sedan. Most people would not notice the sedan and assume that it was an ordinary civilian car. However, the pattern was obviously there, and Kyra was not going to let the opportunity slip.

Guyart’s security detail were standard and simple. The front car surveyed the road ahead while the back car watches the back of the convoy. The middle car that is supposed to be driving Guyart watches around the transport. The surveillance showed that the guards all wear body armor and carry submachine guns with pistol sidearms. Looking at the information, Kyra decided it might be best to hit the sedan hard and fast before the armored convoy knew what happened.

Kyra left the intel room and found Talem waiting for her.

“Is everything in order?” Talem asked.

“Yea, I got everything I need to know about Guyart. I’m gonna hit him tonight. Let the client know and make sure whoever they are pay up and…. Father and Mother to give me the intel.” Kyra answered.

“Understood.”

Kyra left him and went back to her room to prepare for her next assassination. Kyra’s room was not just a bedroom. There’s a small armory of Kyra’s preferred weapons, a computer which was linked to the Intel Room’s servers. She walked over to the armory wall and flipped open a panel and keyed in the code to reveal several weapons and tools. Kyra picked up a whetstone and started sharpening her katana. She did not need to do it since all her weapons are always kept in mint condition. But she figured it might be the best way to kill time.

Several hours passed and the sun was beginning to set. Kyra was in the mansion’s main garden. The mansion consisted of several gardens and the main one grew Nexmor flowers. Nexmor are red flowers that grew natively in the mansion. No other place else has them. One could say that they were native in the Fukagi mansion. The Fukagis always bring at least one flower with on missions. Kyra knelt down and plucked out a Nexmor. She proceeded to remove the flower’s pollen to prevent outsiders from reproducing the Nexmor in the event of a Fukagi dying. She placed the flower in her jacket’s specialized inner pocket for the Nexmors. Her jacket has various inner pockets, each one with different uses. The Nexmors’ pocket is designed to minimize damage to the flowers. Kyra had everything she needed. It was time to head out and start killing.  

Kyra’s mode of transport will be her motorcycle. It had been a while since Kyra last used her motorcycle. However, she had been fine tuning it and doing maintenance in the past few weeks in preparation. Kyra climbed aboard and kickstarted the engine. Her engine roared in the silent garage and she immediately accelerated into the night.

“Have we found out who attacked us the previous day?” a man spoke, with a glass of wine in his hand.

“No, Mr Guyart. We only know it was single female sword user.” Another man with glasses responded back.

“Female swordswoman? Do we know anyone like that?” Guyart snapped back.

“No-“

“Tsk. You’re a bunch of incompetent fools. I’ll have you all replac-” Guyart’s eyes widened as the car he was in swerved and flipped over. “Argh…” Guyart’s vision was blurred. He looked out of the window and barely saw a figure making its way towards his car. His head was ringing and he blinked once. The figure was gone. thud The assailant was above the car. Guyart quickly unfastened his seatbelt and he dropped onto the car’s ceiling. As he dropped, a blade striked down at him, a few centimeters from his left. Guyart’s eyes were widened as if they could pop out from his skull any second. He had to get out quick before the blade finds its mark. Guyart reached for the door handle on his right and opened it. He crawled out but the car door immediately slammed into his body. Guyart cried out in pain. “I got you now.” A voice came from above. The assailant had been waiting for him to climb out. He looked up and saw a hooded figure crouched down with her hands on the car door. She proceeded to further press the car door into his sides. The pressure was suddenly lifted and the hooded assailant flew head first into the ground. Guyart had been saved by Thomas, his bodyguard who kicked the door.

“Damn. Sonofabitch.” Kyra should have been more careful.  Kyra removed her hood and stood up. Shit. She had left her katana on the car. She pulled herself up and turned around to see Guyart’s bodyguard crawl out. Kyra took out two throwing knifes from her jacket and threw one first at the bodyguard and another at Guyart simultaneously. The bodyguard simply deflected the knife towards with the back of his fist and kicked the other one aside effortlessly. Kyra’s shoulders slumped as he raised both of his fists and was in his fighting stance. Fuck me, he’s a martial artist. Kyra hated martial artists with a burning passion even more so than gunmen. Martial artists are known to hit hard and have a counter to most techniques. To make matters worse, her main weapon is behind him. She had to get past him in some way.

“A Fukagi, huh? It’s not most people get to face off with one.” The unnamed bodyguard spoke.

“Lucky you.” Kyra said as she threw her throwing knife again. This time, with another knife hiding directly behind. Kyra quickly rushed forwards with her own knife in her hand. The guard simply grabbed the door behind and yanked it out to shield him from the knives. The knives stuck onto the doors and he moved forward to bash the oncoming Kyra. However, Kyra saw it coming and jumped over. While she jumped, the guard grabbed her leg and threw her forwards. Her body hit the ground and her body slid for a while. If it wasn’t for her jacket, her back would been screwed. At best, there will be bruises. Kyra was staring at the night sky while she smirked, “I’ve won.”

“What?”

“You might want to look behind.” Kyra jumped onto her feet with her katana in hand. The guard looked behind cautiously while keeping a steady eye on Kyra. The guard looked behind, the katana was obviously in her hands and he looked down to see a knife stuck into the back of Guyart’s skull. The guard cursed silently and faced Kyra, only to see her reveal a red flower from her jacket. The red flower of death. The Fukagi’s calling card. All of the Fukagi’s targets are left with that flower. It was said that once you were presented with one, your life was already in the hands of the Fukagi.

Kyra had not felt this ecstatic in what felt like a very long time. To finally present the Nexmor was an orgasmic moment. She couldn’t help but shivered. It was time to deal the killing blow and leave before the convoy ahead realized that something is wrong.

“I am going to kill you, Fukagi!!!”

Kyra scoffed as if that was the dumbest thing she has ever heard, “No, you are going to die.”

The guard charged at her, using the car door as a shield. Kyra simply stood her ground and raised her katana and sliced down hard. The door split in two and the guard fell onto the ground lifelessly. Kyra walked towards Guyart’s body and placed the Nexmor onto him. The job was done. She climbed back onto her motorcycle that she left behind and drove away into the night once again.

Meanwhile on a roof of a high-rise building, Asa was packing up her sniper rifle. Her phone started ringing. Asa sighed. She hated it when Silvain kept calling for updates. She picked up the phone and answered before he said a thing, “Yes, I took out the convoy and Kyra assassinated Guyart. She did good.” The call disconnected soon after. Silvian had asked of Asa to keep watch on Kyra while also taking care of the armored convoy as Kyra dealt with Guyart. Asa did not why she agreed to it but maybe she thought that it was the next best thing she could do as a sister. Although she had no plans to reveal to Kyra. “You owe me one now, Kyra.”