Devrim watched as she reached out and took the gun in her hand. It seemed almost like it was too big for her hands before her fingers wrapped around the grip. The girl pointed the gun down at the man that had previously tried to force himself onto her and he could see it in her eyes. Something Devrim had seen so many times before when he offered choices like this one to his people. Before she would say anything, Devrim knew the choice was made. Now it was just time for this to play out. Devrim stood up as she kept the gun trained on the man. His eyes filled with fear and regret. Devrim felt no pity for the man. Whatever pity he may have once felt was long gone for scum like him. The alley grew quiet and only the squirms of the man in front of them and their breathing could be heard. Devrim kept his eyes on the man, standing straight beside the woman. Then with a soft zipping of air, a hole enlarged on the man's forehead. His body collapsing against the pavement as blood began to pool out. It was kinda like the movies. The blood took mere seconds to pool around the body. Only gaining more ground as the seconds passed. A few moments of silenced passed and the woman spoke up. She wanted to learn what he had to offer.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Alright."</span>Devrim turned to the woman and began to walk out of the alley towards where he was initially heading. He had no time to wait around a dead body. The longer they stayed there the more likely there was someone that would see them. He expected her to follow him if she meant what she said.  As they walked, one of the guards whispered to Devrim what they should do with the body.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Call clean up. Tell them where it is. They'll handle it."</span>With that the guard pulled out his phone, but not slowing down at all in pace. They soon came up to a car parked on the street. Devrim opened the door for the woman, and the guards took their seats in the front. It was a large car, with seats that faced each other in the back. Devrim sat down after the woman had done so. There were 4 chairs and Devrim sat across from her. He looked at her carefully, trying to gauge how she was feeling. She probably hadn't killed before. She had that expression most do when they first take a life.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"It'll pass."</span>Devrim said to her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Take us to The Warehouse."</span>He said to the driver. As the car began to move, Devrim looked to the lady's eyes. "Tell me a name." He said to her. "What do you want to be called?" He wasn't going to force her to use the name she had for all these years now.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Making this decision you've left your old life. You may leave whatever you want behind. From here on out, you choose who you are."</span>He let it sit for a moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"My name is Devrim. Devrim Inus."</span>The car took a few turns every so often through the city of Chicago. At this time of night, the city was practically dead. The only rush you would find is at nightclub entrances.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> "I'm taking you to a place we call The Warehouse. It's a safehouse. You'll be living under a roof for some time. Learning some of the ropes. Basic weapon usage. You'll be free to do as you choose. You'll have three meals a day. Warm water, a bed. I'm personally taking you there so I'll come by. If you need anything let me know." </span><br/><br/>Soon after, the car came to a stop and Devrim looked outside the window.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"We're here."</span>He said, and before them was a large Warehouse. It seemed like the lights inside were off. Devrim opened the door and stepped out, holding it open for the woman. Once they were out, he made his way inside The Warehouse. There was a side door to which Devrim knocked 3 times, then once, and then 3 more times. The door slowly creaked open and a short guy looked up at Devrim.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Ah! Mr. Inus! Welcome to The Warehouse."</span>His eyes wandered toward the woman.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"> "You've brought a friend, I see."</span>He had a soft accent of middle eastern descent. The man was cleanly shaved, wearing navy cargo pants and a black tank top which seemed to stick to his torso. He was pretty well built. His hair was also clean cut. Devrim let the woman introduce herself to the small man.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Ah, hello! My name is Josiah. Welcome to The Warehouse."</span>And with that, the door opened further to let the duo inside. The guards had accompanied them to the door but then headed back toward the car. The Warehouse wasn't just a large warehouse. The room they had just entered seemed to be a lobby of sorts. There were doors leading to other rooms and it was rather well built. Josiah looked to the two of them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"So, would you like a tour?"</span>He asked the woman beside Devrim. Devrim looked to the woman.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Take the tour. Get to know the others. I've got business I've got to attend to here as well."</span>Devrim turned to Josiah.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"I'll be in the office. Bring her there when you're done. Get her some new clothes. Show her where the shower is. Her room, and get her a meal. Alright?"</span>The man nodded and walked to a door, ushering the woman with him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Come! We'll get you right at home." </span><br/><br/>Devrim made his way into an office space which consisted of a large room. It had in it a desk with a computer on it. In front of the desk was a set of chairs. There was also a small sitting area with a sofa and TV as well, in case Devrim had decided to procrastinate. There was a bookshelf to the left of the desk which seemed filled with all types of books. Non-Fiction and Fiction. Devrim sat down in the chair before the computer and logged in. He went through some emails and made some notes on the deal he made today. He spent a good while at the computer working.