Once I decided to leave the body in the warehouse, I quietly got my stuff together and moved on. I had already planned ahead for a situation like this, so I had tools to aid me. I quickly doused the warehouse with gasoline and stood over the dead body. The man's name was Xavier Craw, he was Mr.Briggs' right hand man. Briggs was a drug lord in the city and had his hands dipped into a bit of everything. This made him difficult to confront, and I had my somewhat fond moments when working for him. It was a shame my new boss had me going up against Briggs, now he stood no chance. I took Craw's wallet and confiscated any useable currency I could find before pouring gasoline on him as well. I was never paid for doing my job, but there were always benefits.

I lit a match and stood across the street as I watched the flames dance around and consume the warehouse in their mad frenzy. The warehouse was a well known drug lab, the police would just figure something went wrong and likely would not look too much into the incident. Most people believed those who did bad things deserved their punishments. I walked out slowly into the night as the fire lit up nearly two blocks and the usual sound of sirens filled the air.

The night felt cool, despite the warmth of the fire nearby. My external sensors were delicate enough for me to determine things like heat and cold, though my internal sensors left a lot to be desired. I tended to have complications connecting with people and blending in normally, and I obviously wasn't built with a sense of morals.

A few moments after I began walking, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I did not need to check the screen to see who it was, though I did so anyway out of habit. Only one man had my current phone number, and his name was now flashing across my screen.

Alistair Caliber.

I sighed softly to myself before answering. This man was my boss, or at least he was the current keeper of my control key. He was a strict crime lord who came from a foreign country, though no one could ever say which one. Although greedy and arrogant, he did treat me better than my previous owners, though that is not saying much. Caliber treated me like an employee, whereas most treated me as if I was property.

"Yes, Mr. Caliber?" I said, reluctantly answering the phone. I was wearing a plain black jacket and zipped it closed as I walked. I put my hood up and walked into a nearby alleyway to take my call.

"Eve. Has your job been completed yet?" Asked the man on the other end of the line. Alistair Caliber was an older man in his 50's who took his work very seriously and did not play well with others.

"I believe the customary greeting is along the lines of 'hello, how are you?', but yes, sir, it is done." I replied. Normally nobody would speak to Caliber in such a way, but I was unlike anyone else and I had no reason to fear him or anybody. I knew I was superior, I just happened to have been made with a command key.

"Your sarcasm is getting bothersome, Primera." He responded.
"Your previous owner did not mention you could be so...juvenile. Perhaps your next owner will have to pay for you piece by piece."

"We both know two things for certain, Mr. Caliber." I began.
"The first is that you would not be able to break me down even if you truly wanted to. The second is that if you have not acted on any of your numerous threats by now, you have no plans to actually do so."

After a moment, I heard a light laugh in reply. I sighed quietly to myself, relieved I was able to talk my way out of trouble again. Mr. Caliber was not known for his sense of humor, though he tended to go slightly easier on me than he did on anyone else. Rumor had it I reminded him of his long deceased daughter, though I had no way of knowing if this was true or not without asking. However, I felt asking would be crossing a line I did not wish to cross.

"Either way, you should watch your tongue as well as you watch your back. Now do tell me, where are my competitors about to meet?"

"Downtown. The docks. Warehouse 13." I stated into the phone.

"Very good, I will send a squadron to...terminate, my current deals with Briggs and Delilah. You should be sure to join them at the right time and make sure there are no strays or witnesses." He ordered. I could almost see him pressing in the command code on my control key. I was slightly offended, I would've taken out Briggs and Delilah for free anyway.

"Yes, sir." I said and hung up the phone. I'd probably get reprimanded later for ending the call before he did, but that was not my most urgent concern. My immediate concern was the three large thugs who had attempted to sneak up behind me in the alley. They were approximately ten feet behind me and I continued on as if I had noticed.

"Hey there, beautiful." One of the men said in a rough accent, apparently addressing me. Street thugs normally had trouble with the concept of English, but this man made me want to turn off my hearing sensors. The man on his left was rather short and the one on his right was as tall as he was wide. All three men wore biker jackets and jeans with bandanas covering the bottom half of their faces.

"Whatcha got there?" The shorter man said, gesturing at my bag.

"Wouldn't happen to be valuables would it? It's dangerous carrying valuables alone at this time of night." The man who spoke first stated.
"Maybe you should just give them to us, before things get dangerous."

"Maybe you should forget you saw me and carry on with the rest of your useless existence, before things get dangerous." I responded, and meant it seriously. Unfortunately for them, the men did not listen to my suggestion.

"Was that a threat? I feel threatened. Do you know what we do to people who threaten us around here?" He said with a smirk and his two friends stood on either side of me.

"Not especially, nor do I care. May I please go now? You do not want this to go any further." I stated, hoping they would listen, though seriously doubting it.

"Yeah, yeah. You can go when we're done here." The man replied and all three tried to grab me.

The largest of the three held my arms down and the shortest tried to go through my bag. I sighed to myself and decided to end this quickly. I swung my head back as hard as I could, my reinforced skull smashing against his unprotected face.

Broken nose and damaged mandible, I thought to myself, as my computer-like brain processed and analyzed the damage I caused.

The large man released me and covered his face as the other two attempted to grab me. I spun out of their reach and jumped up to kick one of the men hard in the side of the head.

Fractured eye socket, unconscious.

I went to grab the next man, the leader apparently, but he ducked back and quickly pulled out a gun.

"Stay back! You're like the freaking devil, man!" He yelled and held the gun pointed at me.
"Give us your stuff right now or I swear I'll blow your brains out!"

"If you tried to do that, then your friend here would have to experience how life feels with no head." I replied and quickly jammed my foot against the largest man's throat as he attempted to sneak up on me, pinning him against the brick wall behind us. This was the first time I found myself wishing I wore heels, though steel toe boots were a good substitute. The man swung and gasped for breath, but was unable to move.

Severe damage to center of clavicle.

The man with the gun attempted to shoot me, but I smacked the bullet away and it shot into some bricks. I glanced at a loose brick and quickly scooped it up and hurled it at the shooter's hand.

Broken metacarpals, wrist contusion.

"Now, get the hell out of here before you all have to find out how it feels to be headless." I said and lowered my foot off the man's throat. I threw him at the other man and picked up the unconscious man and threw him on top of both of them. They mumbled and cursed under their breaths, but actually listened to me this time. I sighed again as I saw them run away. I could have easily killed all three of them, and normally would have, but I was not under orders to do so. I kill as my job and out of self defense, but I did not go around killing anyone I saw. If you are good at something, you never do it for free. I may be called on to kill these thugs as a job one day.

I zipped my bag closed tight and put my hood up once again. I quickly made my way out of the alley and towards the docks to carry out my latest mission.