S. L. U. T. Ursula pt 1

She stood up straight from the bar.

"Chaango."

"Yeah." the man turned from his phone call to look at the mercenary.

Drusilla turned, pointed her gun at her former crew mate then fired. She hit him in the neck and fell backwards.

The bar was silent for a moment before the patrons went back to their drinks and gambling.

"Ursula, did you see what I did there?"

The young girl nodded. "I've seen you kill before."

"True, but you still aren't paying attention. I called his name. I will freely and sometimes proudly admit to being a murderous thief. But I believe when you kill someone especially in cold blood, they have a right to know who is killing them and why? Chaango knew. Do you know why I shot him?"

The child looked at her mentor.

"Because Chaango talks too much. He was attempting to sell us out."

"No loose ends."

"Exactly.

Is someone going to come scrap this scum off the floor?"

 

Ursula remembered that day often. Being an assassin sometimes made it hard to follow her mentors advice. But she had tried. Until she walked into a CIA set-up.

When a room full of guns were all aimed to shoot her down, because she was betrayed by a rival whom she believed to have a professional respect for her, she surrendered, and began using her skills for the government. Right after she put bullet in each of Ryan's knees and hands.

"The ONLY reason I didn't kill you is because of your child. But I will be watching you. Be a good mother."

That was over seven years ago. Ursula kept her word. Randomly leaving notes or showing up at parks. Never saying anything but making her presence known.

Working for the government was no picnic and more than once she'd been arrested for treason for refusing to complete assignments. They usually involved taking out entire families, children and babies included.

For three years, Ursula sat in an undisclosed prison in the middle of nowhere Peru, until Smoque came and gave her an offer she would have to have been insane to pass on.

"Ursula Hadley, no known aliases. Father was a French soldier whose convoy was set upon by insurgents in Cairo on a humanitarian mission. Where he met your mother who was working in the American embassy when he and two others from his unit escaped.

"They disappeared somewhere in or near the Indian Ocean in a plane crash. You, at the tender age of 2, survived. You were found by Drusilla and her band mercenary pirates. She raised like a daughter until she saw your skills with firearms and stealth and sent you to train with the Macco twins. They turned you into woman you are today.

"After hundreds of killings, you were betrayed by a Ryan Huntington. And turned yourself over to the CIA. You worked for the American government until three years ago, when you refused to dispatch the entire Xin family. And landed yourself in this lovely place.

"Did I miss anything?"

Ursula only stared at the woman in a helmet and what looked like leather, cotton and polyester one piece catsuit.

"I'll take your silence as a no."

"Who are you and what do you want with me?"

"She can speak. They call me Smoque. I'm beginning a new club, need some members and wanted to know if you were sick of wiping your ass with banana leaves."