The streets of Kings Row were swarmed with devastated crowds as the authorities began to swarm around the scene of the assassinated Omnic.

The French woman peered from the Talon drop ship entrance, smiling as she reveled in the successful mission that would please her employers. Amèlie was always a daring and cunning individual whom intrigued even the highest placements in Talon, her attributes with a rifle is unmatched unlike any other in the organization.

Time had passed as the drop ship began to hover over the landing pad. The woman's thoughts racing through her head as she descended from the vehicle, walking towards the corridor in which stood the Talon base of operations. Talon goons swarmed the area; it was surprising that the UN hasn't even discovered this place from the sheer activity and movement coming from the gleaming fortress.

Snipers deployed on the towers stationed next to the main building. Artillery placed just outside the perimeter of the massive construction wall. Talon soldiers patrolling the outside gates. The Frenchwoman scoffed at the two soldiers guarding the main entrance to the Talon compound as they eyed her down through their masks, at this point she would render both of them unconscious, at most kill them, however she had more pressing matters that concern her and she had to do this quickly.

Amèlie escalated over the lavish steps that led to Talons head honchos themselves, their office, and their conference…their decisions. A towering guard, insisting her to wait and giving up her weapon, halted her. Amèlie obliged with the request, impatiently folding her arms in discord.

"Be careful what you say to us…mercenary." A mellowing voice displayed from the muffled room.

"Your services are exemplary to the organization, however I fear that you are over stepping your authority, we've lent you the men, the equipment, the finances, now we expect you to fulfill ourcontract. Not on your bold crusade."

"I don't care about your contract…" replied a charred voice

"These ingrates must die first, before I even look into your pathetic order, this is my price if you insist on me taking down your man…"

After that line Amèlie could only hear muffles from the men inside that room, deciding, planning….reflecting. The Frenchwoman sat down on a oak paced chair next to the main office, she was confused, thoughts began to race through her mind like crazy, but why? Her mind hasn't raced this much in a long, long time, all the killings, the bribes…Gèrard.

The door swung open and out came a cloaked man with a distinguished, scarred skull mask; he turned to the towering guard and snatched two bulky shotguns off his clenched hands, placing them into his belt and walking off to his designated room, slamming the door shut. Amèlie processed this figure, realizing who he was, the Angel of Death, Lucifer's spear, the Reaper himself.

(Hey guys, just to let you guys know, this was my first ever fan fic ever. So I'm planning to make the first 3 chapters short in order to build up character progression. The story should have around 10 – 20 chapters by the time it finishes. Thanks guys for reading my stories :D)