"Get up" a voice booms over Becky before a stack of papers slaps down in front of her. An unpleasant sound to her tired ears.

She jolts awake and tightens her grip on the combat knife she had been fiddling with before her doze to sleep.

"Don't startle an unstable woman with a knife in their hand, yeah?" Becky snapped.

"I don't give a damn if your unstable. No one in here is in their right minds. You shouldn't be sleeping anyway" the woman crosses her arms.

"Who said I was sleep, Mercedes?" Becky snarked with her feet propped up on her work station.

"Oh, please" she rolls her eyes at her, "I bet that's the most work you've done all day"

"Nope. I had two hits today. Unlike you, I don't fuck my bosses, I do my job" Becky swings her feet over to set them down and snatches the papers up with a sarcastic smile.

"Oh, whatever!" Mercedes scoffs, "you need to get this target before Wednesday" Sasha points to the papers she set down.

"Jesus" Becky mumbled to herself as she nearly drooled at the provided pictures, "who is this?"

"Ashley Flair" Sasha sits in front of Becky's desk, "her alias is Charlotte so she likely goes by that"

"And why is she gonna get killed?" Becky continues to scan the papers in awe of the other woman's face.

"Boss' got bad history with her. Her existence is a constant thorn in her side and she wants no more of it"

Sasha leans back, "she goes to all those super exclusive rich people events. Drinking a lot, causing problems, all that good stuff. That has nothing to do with anything, Lexi told me to trash her. It makes her feel happy" Sasha shrugs, crossing her legs.

"So. I'm killing this—beautiful woman, for the pleasure of Lexi?" Becky quirks a brow.

"Not my rules. We've done something like that anyways too. Don't you like to hurt people?" she purses her lips.

"I find a very fulfilling gratification with hurting people, yes" Becky grins softly with a nod.

"Then this should be cakework for you!" Sasha stands from the chair.

"Mmm" she grumbled a little, "she's got nice eyes" Becky examines the photo once again.

"Wouldn't I love to see those roll" She sneers, "in either way"

The pleasing thought of intimacy and bloodshed skims over her mind before she shakes her head slightly, bringing her attention back to the black-haired woman standing in front of her.

"Yeah. That's what Lexi wants, you freak" Sasha raises a brow at her odd demeanor but by now she was used to it. "Prepare yourself as much as you can, she needs this one to hurt. Emphasis on need, got that?"

"I know what I'm doing. I don't need to prepare much of anything but knowing where she is. It doesn't look like miss money bags' is gonna hurt me Sash" she tosses the papers down.

"Whatever you say" Mercedes starts to walk away, "oh! She said not to use your explosives either"

"What?! Then when can I ever use them?!" Becky clenches her fists.

"When we rob that bank in Milan next week. After some hits though!" she nods "we got many, many hits over there. Anyway, take your time. As she said, make it painful" She walks away.

Becky leans back in her chair and glances back down at the stack of papers "make it hurt.." the words replayed in her mind "I'll make it hurt."