Mynx stood, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. She watched the tram for a while, observing some of the newer heroes trying out their travel powers. She laughed as one, who hadn't quite gotten the hang of the jump she'd taught him yesterday, missed the station and tumbled on the ground.
"Mynx, behave," Synapse said. "We don't want to discourage them by laughing," he added, scolding his prodigy.
"I see that grin on your face, too, so don't give me that," she shot back.
"I can't help it. I have a better view up here. You missed the speedster hitting the ramp and launching himself into the map in the station."
"Awww, man. Why can't I just sit on the wall or something? All I see through most of this are bricks, anyway," she complained. "At least until someone comes by...."
"There you are!" a voice came from behind her. Mynx jumped and spun, claws coming out, hissing.
"Woah, woah," said the newcomer - another catgirl. Mynx thought she looked familiar, but couldn't place from where.
"It's usually a bad idea to sneak up on me. I tend to be a bit twitchy," Mynx said. "And don't you say anything," she added, glaring at Synapse, who promptly shut his mouth. "So, what can I do ya for? New security level to be authorized?"
"Nope. I've been given a job, and you're it," said the newcomer.
Mynx looked at Mischief with confusion. "I'm it?" She looked at Synapse, who seemed just as confused. "You didn't set this up? Some other stupid joke?"
"Nuh-uh," said Synapse, eyeing the stranger. "And what do you mean, stupid?" he added, sounding hurt.
"Well," said Mischief, "if you're wound up so tight, that explains it. I'm here to take you out." She held out a hand. "Name's Mischief," she said, turning to Synapse as they both got very wary. "Mind if I borrow her for a few hours? Our reservation's due in a few."
Mynx looked at Synapse.
Synapse looked at Mynx, a grin spreading across his face. "I didn't do it," he said, starting to laugh. "Sure, why not, she can take care of herself."
"But what about the training?" Mynx asked. In response, Synapse pulled out a control box and pressed a button. Right next to Mynx appeared a hologram, very solid and realistic looking, save for the wispy circle at her feet defining the projection's edge. In response to Mynx's look, Synapse shrugged. "Had to do something for your sick days. What, you think Positron actually just stands around Steel?"
Mynx leaned in and looked at the hologram. "It looks nothing like me."
The hologram leaned forward and stuck out its tongue. "If you don't need training, shoo," it said, waving her away.
Mischief tugged at Mynx's arm. "C'mon, let's go."
Synapse grinned, hearing her complaints as she left. "It really looks nothing like me, you know. My hair is NOT that bright," she said, turning the corner.
A few days later
"How did it go?" the agent asked, sounding nervous.
"Not bad. Few hours and it was done," Mischief said, handing over her bill, getting a wad of cash in return.
"So, did she fight much?" he asked, taking the itemized list and checking over his shoulder.
"At first, yeah."
The agent's brows furrowed. Wha? "Did she scream? Beg for her life? Or just keep prattling on like she does?"
"She doesn't prattle, really. And she didn't scream. Giggled a bit here and there."
The agent looked up. "She... giggled? Mynx?" He decided to take a close look at the bill.
"Well, yeah, as we got to talking, especially about Synapse and some of the new blood she sees. And the pedicure. Her feet are ticklish, apparently."
"Pedicure?" He looked at the bill. Italian restaraunt, two bottles of wine, several hours at a spa... "What is all this?"
"I did just what you asked me to do. She says thanks, by the way. She's feeling much more relaxed." Mischief looked at the agent. "Maybe you should take a day off, too. That vein in your forehead is really standing out, and I don't think you should be that red." She pointed. "They might need one too."
"You...!" he started, stopping as the guards' hands grabbed his shoulders to haul him away for some explanations as Mischief slipped away, whistling a little tune, flipping through the cash before sticking it in her pocket.
Bad joke. Brain hurt.
The main character is certainly appropriately named.
*claps hands* delightful... It was the Agent's own fault for hiring a villain with "mischief" in the name.
Note to self: When hiring an assassin with a sense of humor, do not use euphemisms. Clear communication is key.
Thanks, Bill. That was precious.
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"I have a contract which requires your... unique standing, if you're interested."
Feliney Mischief's ears perked up. "Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. The ex-hero, ex-scrapper turned assassin was already wary. "Unique standing, huh. OK, you've got three minutes."
The anonymous agent adjusted his sunglasses. "We've had an unwelcome visitor to our labs, who made off with some rather sensitive information. Information that could be embarrassing if it were found missing."
"You're loving the sound of your own voice too much. Two minutes, forty seconds." Mischief wasn't fond of people trying to make themselves sound important by throwing syllables around.
The agent sniffed. "All right. We've had something stolen from us."
"And you want me to get it back. OK, standard -"
"No. Someone else is working on that, the party responsible has already passed it off. We have something else in mind. We want you to go to Paragon City." He straightened his glasses. "We want you to take Mynx out."
Mischief looked at him strangely. "You want me... to take Mynx out."
"Yes."
"Well..." she said, looking at him oddly. "I suppose there's a first time for everything. All expenses covered?"
"Of course. We'll even provide discrete transport to Paragon City." The agent crossed his arms. "This is vital. If nobody takes out Mynx, it's my head on the line."
"Well, why don't you take her out yourself?"
"She's a bit out of my league, wouldn't you say?" the agent asked, irritated. "Look, are you taking the job or not?"
Mischief thought about it a moment, then shrugged. "Why not. It sounds like fun."
The agent just shook his head, then handed over the contract. "Turn in the expenses when you're done. I want details. I'd rather face some of the things the Circle summons than the finance department."
"You got it, baldy. Back in a few days!"
The agent watched Mischief go. Something bothered him, but he was reasonably sure it was just stress and the cafeteria pizza he had for lunch. A little Nutri-Flux would settle his stomach. This assassin was a professional, after all. After looking around, he turned and went back to the office.