Yet Another Fic With No Name
By: Dustin Perrault

A lightning bolt hit, accompanied by the rain. Somehow, it seemed rather ironic that it would rain TONIGHT of all nights.
The ship continued to lurch, as a hand from the outside grabbed the outside railing of the ship, and began climbing
up.

"Damn weather reports... if I knew it was going to rain tonight, I would have done this yesterday." The owner of the hand
muttered, as she climbed up onto the ship, cloaked by the darkness. Another lightning bolt hit nearby, showing her visage.

"Having to break into a boat during a thunderstorm is not fun..." She muttered, before getting around to reviewing her
objective.

"Ok, there are around three guys total on this boat. One's driving, whilst the others are keeping watch, patrolling the area
to make sure noone's after them." She smiled grimly, keeping herself under the cover of the ship's cargo. Now all she had to
do was wait for one of the people patrolling to come to this area.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before one of them came. Once one of them DID come, she quickly assaulted him, and
immediately went after his throat. The battle was over in less than ten seconds, with the first target passing out from
lack of oxygen. She moved quickly, dragging the first target into the very spot she was hiding from, and tied him to the
cargo.

"Rather ironic that you're tied to the very stuff that would incriminate you, isn't it?" She whispered to the unconsious
man, although she knew that he probably couldn't hear her anyways. Once she finished tying him up, she decided it was time
to go after Target Number Two.

The second target was found surprisingly quickly due to the fact that the two patrollers normally each did a complete
loop around the ship. The second target was somehow knocked unconsious even faster than the first target, somehow, and
once she finished tying that one to the darkest area she could find, it was time to go after the last target: The one
piloting the ship.


Matthew Besswick sighed nervously. This was going to be his last run, although the job DID pay far more than he was
expecting. He had decided long ago that the work was far too tough on his nerves. However, after this one last run, he
would have enough money to finally start his own business. Technically, he could have started one much sooner, but he
didn't want to risk the chance of the business failing and leaving him broke.

As such, he had been working for three more years than he wanted in this business. With this being his last run, however,
the wonderful knowledge of irony indicated that this would indeed be the one time he's most likely to get caught, and he
knew it. He had to spend some of his money to hire up two guards to make sure that nothing happened. He might have kept
track of their names, but he was only going to deal with them on one run, and there wouldn't be any reason to refer to them
individually anyways.

As the trip wore on, however, he began getting more and more nervous, and as such, made sure to keep a gun himself. His
paranoia reached its peak once he finally realized that he had not seen a single one of his guards in the past thirty
seconds.

"Guards? Where are you guys?! ...If you don't report right away, I'm docking your pay!" He shouted. Then another lightning
bolt hit, lighting up the deck in front of him. What he saw in front of him was a female visage. Having not hired any women
to work for him, he panicked.

"Oh, shit!" He shouted as he grabbed for his gun, and promptly fired three shots at where he saw the visage. Another
lightning bolt hit, lighting up the deck to show the visage of someone lying on the deck. He breathed a sigh of relief,
and set the gun down.

As soon as he set the gun down, a shot rang out. The shot completely missed him, but it was enough to make him panic
enough to grab for the gun again. The very second he touched the gun, another shot rang out, with the bullet piercing
through the back of his hand. Upon having that happen, he panicked and ran for the door. Before he could, however, the gun
burst through the remaining glass, hitting him in the head enough to knock him out.


She calmly walked in, stepped over the third target's unconsious body, and walked over to the radio, quickly setting the
frequency to the proper one before speaking to the radio.

"Ok, I got the drug bust done, and you've got yourself a boat... but you might want to fix up the front window... and get a
new lock for the door."

The person on the other end sighed.

"Great, you've finally finished it. If we weren't told to hire a mercenary like you, we would have got this finished a hell
of a lot sooner." She decided to ignore that one's remark.

"So... you wouldn't know how to turn the engine off of this thing, would you?"