<strong>"Get results? Mr. Dragon, people don't get 'assassinated' because they're useless and ineffectual,"</strong>she rebutted as she stepped into the elevator.<strong>"You saw my record, what do you think?"</strong><br/><br/>The door shut and she sighed, retrieving her cigar once more, but not yet lighting it. It was rude to smoke in an elevator, and she wasn't that type of asshole. The young guard beside her was nervous, which was what she was going for by and large. Still, she was a mother, and this girl was like a more nervous version of her son...<br/><br/><strong>"You're welcome Miss, and don't be sorry for doing the job of a bodyguard the right way; pat-downs and a cold reception are the norm,"</strong>she replied, turning to face her and looking her up and down quickly.<strong>"Hold still, and no I'm not trying to hurt you, promise."</strong><br/><br/>Doll moved her hands to the woman's lower back and shoulder, straightening her posture, adjusted her stance with her foot, then moved her weapon to a proper at-rest position. She glanced at the weapon too, being a decent assault rifle, she just needed more confidence in how to use it she figured.<br/><br/><strong>"Girl, you know you were hired because you're pretty and he wants to fuck you, right?"</strong>she asked, though the question was purely a rhetorical one.<strong>"If you want to be good at this job, then I suggest you start practicing how to act like a professional; carry yourself with confidence, get familiar with your weapon and treat it with discipline, and I'm sure you can find bodyguard courses to take that will give you a better idea of what to do. You don't have an ego like the other girl, so you could be the one in charge if you're willing to pass the same advice on to the rest and train them.<br/><br/>"Remember: being 'pretty' doesn't keep your ass alive in a firefight, and being young and pretty isn't something we'll be forever, and I should know that,"</strong>she finished adjusting the girl's position before the doors opened.<strong>"Now this is how a professional should carry themselves. Remember it, do it, and make it so that's how you always carry yourself. Because a professional is something you can <em>always</em> be, and I should <em>definitely</em> know that. Have a good day, Miss."</strong><br/><br/>Stepping out of the elevator, Doll slowed her leaving to watch the display of the twins on the pole, and what a display it was! Twins always fascinated her with how in-tune they always seemed, yet in the case of these two it seemed that they were also quite different. Dawn was more subdued of the two, Celeste more outgoing, and the female one was also the more kind, or so it seemed thus far. Dawn actually reminded her of her late human wife a bit, so Doll couldn't help but smile and wave back as the dragoness spotted her and waved before being dragged off by her sister. A shame she had the father she did... but she couldn't do anything about that, especially not now.<br/><br/>Lighting her cigar again, Doll headed for the door as she pulled up the datapad, of which it had the essentials but it was quite shy of a full dossier like she'd been hoping. Still, twenty guys and a drug operation made them functionally a 'local' gang by police definition, confined largely to a block or city region; low-key by most considerations. If she'd had a team this would be something they'd stomp out quickly, but for this she didn't, and likely never would again until she was reinstated as a living citizen, if she ever was.<br/><br/>So, to Old Town it was, quickly and quietly, something that was made all the easier now that her legs were, well, significantly enhanced. She hadn't had a full test of how fast they could propel her, but if things went poorly she'd have an opportunity soon enough. Knowing the patrol paths of the police instinctively over more than a century of service, Doll stayed 'in the shadows' as it were and quickly made her way quietly towards her destination. If she could get this done today, then Silverfang was likely to fuck with her less, and there was always a chance she'd get paid more.<br/><br/>Now depending on how well armed they were, she might be able to do more than just take out a little drug gang's leader...