<a class="postlink" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f210/Alexes789/Anime%20Girls/Leila2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Kyra<br/>22<br/><br/>the rooms had no windows , and that in itself was strangers it was situated in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. if someone had thought to but through the soundproof panel the reinforced steel walls and the circuitry designed to prevent any form of outside surbeillance,they would find themselves looking at the grand canal with the churches and palaces of vaenice,italy streching into the distance. a women walked in wearing a business suit, she walked into a room with 9 men 3 where hackers and the others assassins. "it been three months since we where approach by are client in the middle east...." she continues to talk<br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>~meanwhile~<br/>for two thief on 200 ccvespa scooter, it was a case of the wrong victim,in the wrong place, on the wrong Sunday morning in august.<br/>it seemed that all life had had gathered in the paizza esmerelda, a few miles outside benice,church had just finished and while families were strolling together in the brillaiant sunlighti; grandmothers in black, boys and girls is their best suits and communion dresses. the coffee bars and the ice cream shops had open, their customers walking on the sidewalk and onto the street. a huge fountain all naked gods and serpents gushed jets if ice cold water, and there was a market. stalls had been set up selling kites, dried flowers, old post cards, and packets of seed for the hundreds of pigeons that strutted and squawk around.<br/>two people sat at the table drinking lemon water ice.there was an elegent dress women, out with her two childern.she had just steeped off the side-walked and was about to cross the road when a motorbike surge forward. it was a 300cc bespa granturismo, almost brand new with 2 men riding it. they both dressed in jeans, long sleeved,shirts. the passager had a helmet and visor , as much to hide his identity as to protect him if they crashed. the driver- wearing sunglasses steered toward the woman, as though he intended torun her over. but at the last moment he beered away. at the same time the other man reached out and snatched her handbag. it was dont so neatly that armand know that the 2 where professionals bag thiefs.<br/>there was nothing the woman or her kids could do they where already accelerating away. the diver had his head low. his parnter was cradling the leather bag in his lap. they where speeding diagonally across the square heading toward kyra and his friend. it would had seemed that there were people everywhere a few moments before, but suddenly the center of the square was empty there was nothing to prevent their escape.<br/><br/>Kyra got up and ran forward.<br/>"Ky" her friend called out<br/>'stay back!" Kyra said<br/>briefly, Kyra considered blocking the path of the vespa. but it was hopeless. the friver would easily be able to swerve around her- and if he choose not to, Kyra really would end up in the hospital. the bike was already doing 40 miles per hour and Kyra certainly wasnt going to stand in its way.<br/>she looked around her, wondering if there was something she could throw. a net? a bucket of water? but there was no net and the fountain was to far away although there where a buckets...<br/>the bike less than 20 yards away, accelerating all the time.  She ran forward and snatched a bucket from the flower stall, emptied it, scattering dried flowers across the sidewalk, and filled it with bird seed from the stall next to it. both the stall owners were shouting at her but she ignored it. with out stopping she swung around and hurled the bird seed at the bespa just as it was about to go past him. but the men continues on it didnt knock them off like people thought it would but that wasnt Kyra plan. the pigeons saw the food flewing and the two riders where covered in pigeon. She watched, the bike performed a 180- degree turn so that now it was coming back.heading straight towards them moving faster then ever, for a moment she stood there waiting to throw herself aside. she looked as though she was going to be run over but the bike veered and now it was heading for the fountain. the front wheel hit the fountains edge the bird came off and both men where thrown off there bike. the guy that had the hand bag yelled and let go of it and in almost slow motion Kyra stepped forward and caught the bag then it was all over. the cops came and arrest the men they where freezing and beat up by the pigeons. Kyra handed the lady her hand bag back and smiled. She did not know she was being watch by someone and with out warning there was a gun fire and Kyra ducked the people on the street scattered and panic. She looked around around only to see that her master and the only father she knew was dead. Tears filled her eyes as she held his lifeless body.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>That day  she ran to her safe house and change her blonde hair to crimson red and put in brown contacts cleaned off the spray tan that she had on and got on a play out of the city. Days passes and Kyra wanted revenge but in order to do that she need a new face someone that her master killer would not recognized. So she took her changes and leave a paper out on the streets hoping someone would call the thing on it.