Song Radioactive by  Imagine Dragons

Emilia Jackson from XxEmiliaDairyXX Born to kill

Emilia Stood across the street from the Flatiron Building in the shadow of a crowd. This was her first time in New York. The bustling noise of vehicles zoomed down the street on their, way minding their own business. She had her done recon before coming here, it was better for her to know what she could be walking into. From what she had found out from her source, the building housed publishing offices, which made perfect sense to her. Her eyes darted over to a man in a business suit, clutching a briefcase in his grip.

As she bolted across the busy, congested street, she observed the crewcut man pacing back and forth. From the bulky outline of his suit, she caught a glimpse of a gun, Glock 21 or Sig Sauer, but she wasn't worried at all. Three weeks earlier, an encrypted burner had been delivered to her safe house with instructions. It was signed by NightShade. She entered through the automatic revolting front glass doors into an elegant marble floor lobby where an American flag stood. She headed over to the elevator and entered as the doors slid open.

Three minutes later, the doors slid open on the twenty floor. Emilia strode and made her down the corridor over to NightShade office. She entered and strode over to the pictures hung on the wall of Elizabeth NightShade in foreign countries at military bases. The next photograph she noticed was Nightshade standing beside a Taliban warlord.

The armored Mercedes Benz sped down the streets of Manthan. Elizabeth glanced out of the window. In her line of work there couldn't be loose ends, and Eric the Red was a very big problem. The existence of her problem was Night drop, a CIA black program, but to put an end to it,she cut the head off the snake that was Holiday.

They arrived at the building and parked outside as the security detail stepped out, surveying the area before they opened the door for NightShade. After that, she stepped out, strode through the revolting doors into the lobby as the detail agents followed behind and headed over to the elevator. The doors slid open, and they stepped in.

A few minutes later the doors opened , they strolled out heading over to her office where she saw a shadowy woman standing there glancing at the photographs on the wall. Elizabeth entered, walking over to her desk, with her Silver desert Eagle 50 caliber-semi-automatic pistol from her hip holster and placed it down on her desk and says. "Who are you?"

Emilia pivoted toward Elizabeth behind her desk. I'm Emilia Jackson, The Red assassin."

Elizabeth gestured to Emilia to have a seat across from the desk from her as she sat down in her. "Welcome to New York, Emilia."

Emilia sat down in a leather chair as her eyes darted over to the Desert Eagle laying on the desk. "50 caliber, I'm impressed. I see that you grew up in a military family and that you moved around to different bases."

"The Military has taught many things that I used as a private contractor when I'm running guns. Regime always changed, but alliances never. I want to hire you for a delicate wet job that I need done." 

"Who's my target," Emilia inquired.

Elizabeth slid a file across the desk over to Emilia. " Michael Holiday."

Emilia snatched up the file,  flipping it open as she studied the intel on Holiday." Never heard of this Night drop,  it says  it's a CIA black program run by Michael Holiday."

"Yes, he's Eric the Red handler,"Elizabeth told her.

Emilia closes the file as she says" I want eighty million dollars wired to my offshore bank account in Monte Carlo."

"The money will be wired into your offshore bank account after you complete your contract, Emilia," Elizabeth stated.

"Don't worry, I have failed when I eliminate my targets in gang operation," Emilia replied, as she rose from the chair and placed the file on the desk. She pressed on. "Where's Holiday now?"

"My asset in Malta security service told me He's in Malta on  a classified operation," Elizabeth stated blankly.

"Elizabeth, have you ever killed any of your target before yourself," Emilia asked heading out of the office.

"Yes, I have killed one of my targets from an extreme distance with a 338. Lapua one shot from my AR-30 bolt-action sniper rifle that was the only time," Elizabeth told her.

"I look forward to working with you," Emilia stated.

"As I do Emilia," Elizabeth replied.

Emilia admired how Elizabeth had eliminated one of her targets with a kill shot from an extreme distance; it took guts and skills to pull the trigger. She had always used a knife when she had killed her targets when she was in a gang operation. The doors slid as she stepped in. And the only thing standing in her way of scrubbing Holiday was this Eric Red. From what she saw in the file he was  an ex navy seal sniper. She emerged from the elevator  as the doors opened  and strode out the glass doors, disappearing into a crowd walking the sidewalk.

Elizabeth reached into her pocket, took out the 338. Lapua casing. She remembered that the contract well. The target had been an ex army colonel who was going to testify at the senate hearing on the gun running in Iraq. Luckily for her, she had killed him with one shot. 

All out of nowhere, a motorbike roared to halt in the distance in the distance as Emilia climbed on behind the biker wearing the helmet. They sped down the street, heading to a safe house that Elizabeth had given her with the burner. She could see a lot of herself in Elizabeth, both ambitious and powerful, ready to do the dirty work that others couldn't do. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the safe house in East Harlem.

"How was your meeting with go Miss NightShade,"The biker asked.

"It went well she'd hired me to kill a target for her, Michael Holiday," she told the biker.

Emilia climbed off the motorbike, strode over to the entrance of the safe house and says." I'm guessing Vincent dispatched you to pick me and drop me off at the safe house."

She entered the passcode on the security panel; the sensor turned green as she grabbed the door and walked into a medium size living with a kitchen in the corner. Across from it was the bedroom. Sitting on the desk was a laptop with facial software recognition on it. She closed the door behind him, walking over to the kitchen to check the refrigerator and see what was inside.

She opened the refrigerator, taking out a beer to drink as she closed the door behind it. She was pretty sure that a private contractor made millions of dollars to afford this kind of safe house, but the outside interior looked like a normal house. She liked that idea a lot.

Emilia made way over to the speaker stand in the corner, reached into her pocket, pulled out iPhone and clicked on the playlist and placed it on the speaker stand. She was in the mood for some music. She sat down on the sofa as she took a sip of her beer and thought about how she was going to scrub Holiday and vanish after she was done with the contract with eighty million dollars in her offshore bank account.

Emilia's eyes darted over to a shiny case; sitting on a table near a lamp. On it read weapons. She rose up and opened it, seeing every kind of blades and fighting knife. She raised her brow and stared wide-eyed at them. She figured that Elizabeth knew her weapons. After all, she had a Desert Eagle sitting on the desk when she met with her.