"The mission is simple. Truly simple." The man in a suit had explained, sliding across the suitcase filled with crips bills. "It would be impossible to mess up, even for a mercenary."
You were sat across from the distinguished gentlemen in a VIP lounge of a shady club. His accent was distinctly not from Triton, perhaps from somewhere on earth, you thought. "All you need to do is secure Miss Avalon alive and unharmed. Well, mostly unharmed." He added, taking out a picture and handing it to you. "Complete that within the timeframe we've established and we'll double your pay. Cross us, or otherwise fail, and let's just say we're capable of putting a permanent black mark on your name. And more than capable of making sure everyone knows it too."
The picture the man provided was of a young woman, likely in her early to mid 20's. Long dusty blond hair pulled into a loose ponytail framed a sharp face and beautiful grey eyes.
"She'll be performing tonight at Hall-11 in lower downtown Kagayakuyoru. Don't disappoint us."
Less than an hour later you stepped out of your vehicle just outside Hall-11. It had been an old meeting hall for miners before slowly opening it's doors to the general public, eventually succumbing to the allure of desperate lonely people looking for a cheap drink and hopefully a quick hookup. It's Neon sign flooded the streets with color that reflected off the Nitrogen frost that covered everything in the city.
Making it inside was easy. The bouncer didn't care if you were armed, just so long as you were legal. And even than you suspected a quick bribe would be more than enough to get in anyways, not that it was an issue for you. The bar was already packed, though the stage wouldn't be occupied for a while longer. You caught sight of your target sitting in a secluded lounge overlooking the bar on a balcony, talking to a middle aged woman with straight black hair you didn't recognize but suspected might be mercenary like you.
You found a seat nearby where you could keep an eye on your target without raising suspicion, ordering a drink to blend in. You watched as Avalon talked, her expression laid back and relaxed. You took a sip of your drink, waiting to find your opening. However your eyelids began to grow heavy, and before you could realize something was wrong you slipped into unconscious.
You came too, handcuffed to a chair and in a room that smelled of rust and moisture. Judging by the stifling heat and utilitarian concrete walls you were probably in the boiler room. You looked around to find Avalon leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a frown on her bright pink lips.
"This isn't my first kidnapping attempt." Avalon said, noticing you wake up. "But you're not like the usual people I have to look out for. So what I want to know is who you work for and why I shouldn't just cap your ass?" She giggled, unable to hide the smirk at the fake threat. She didn't plan on letting you go so easily, but also didn't want to hurt you.
