<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/5e2f6d44-f9b1-41c5-b7dd-bb82b79bbb76_zps222d90b9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Stepping away from the man, she could hear his remarks, hearing how right he was about her wrists. She wasn't going to admit it, but her wrists did hurt from hitting the bag for so long with as hard as she had done so. Still, on the fact of admitting she was wrong, she simply shook her head. She didn't like being corrected, but then she didn't like being in the wrong either. If he hadn't come in and actually told her so, she probably would have messed up her wrists even more.<span style="font-style: italic">Claps for you, dear sir.</span>She thought sarcastically. Her eyes fell back to his as she stood at her things at a nearby bench. Coming back with a comment, his return had not been pleasant in her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Baby? Professional? Honey, if you're going to go there, why aren't you practicing with some of the other pros?</span></span>Her eyes lifted to his own, but only for a moment. Soon, he was turning back toward the bag and she was left to think to herself as she started looking at her things that she had in her bag. She didn't want to leave just yet. She needed to work out some more. More to clear her mind of<span style="font-style: italic">him...</span>She turned the thought away, quickly dismissing it. Aiden was gone. He had left and there was nothing else she could do. He wasn't coming back, no matter how much she cried. She had to dismiss it. She had to move on and keep moving on with her life.<br/><br/>But things were getting tough around here. Her eyes faltered for a moment as soon the hitting had stopped and she heard harsh breathing before steps behind her. A smile came across her lips before it disappeared when she looked at him. Sweat was beginning to bead on his face. His eyes were a little deeper to look into this time. Watching him hold his towel, using it as he pleased and the question that he asked blew her off guard. For a moment she was thinking that he would ask her if she wanted lessons since she didn't know how to box. Instead, a simple name question had all it been.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Srytka.</span></span>She said. Her eyes fell across his face again and she lifted a brow.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">What is yours, professional?</span></span>She asked.<br/><br/>If he was going to be a smart ass to her, she was going to be smart ass right back. She liked being a pain, but that was the reason why she was left with her cat half the time.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/c55ef9cf-0861-4f89-b7ad-21d4c66a7526_zpscdaac827.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/>Aerith walked with the man outside of the building, his eyes having caught the woman who looked a little frazzled. He couldn't stay back and ask her all sorts of questions. He had to keep moving. The man had to keep moving as they wandered toward the car, away from cameras, away from police, and away from people. The stranded parking lot would be an odd place, and a typical murder scene if things were going to continue down. Within a moment of reaching the car, Aerith glanced at the man.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">You know why I'm here.</span></span>Aerith glanced at him, already having him up against the car, the gun still up to the back of his skull. The businessman shivered, from guilt and not from the breeze that passed over them on that grey day.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Of course I know why you're here. Your father didn't get the money that I sent him.</span>The man said, completely lying to the man. A simple smile came across Aerith's lips. He wasn't for killing people, but he didn't like when they lied to him. He paused for a moment, cocking the gun behind him and the man started to have a crazy frenzy.<span style="color: #FF0000">Alright, alright! I didn't send the money! I didn't have any. Business has been bad, the wife has been taken almost everything for her new shopping therapy crap--</span>Aerith pressed it harder against his head.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">I don't want to hear your lame excuses. You know what you did wrong. You know what the due date was and you still missed it. I watched you. My father has eyes everywhere Jinx, and you still messed around, bad mouthing my family name.</span></span>He shook his head.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">I might feel sorry for you, but then...I don't.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Pop.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"> You did it.</span></span>He said. Blood, tissue, brain, and everything else inside the head began to drip from the side of the car. Good thing it was stolen. Good thing that he had wiped everything off already. Things were planned, people were paid, and everything was handled. Aerith cleaned off his gun, stuffed it back between his back and his jacket and stuffed the cleaning utensil back into his pocket before he walked off. He didn't have a clue as to what had happened. He would be a lost citizen. The police wouldn't really do anything. Father had things under control...Or so he thought. Glancing backwards, he headed back toward the building. This time, he saw the woman again. He wondered what had happened. She had had been a little roughed up, but now she looked perfectly fine...<br/><br/>Why was she there?