Assassin HQ, the base of all elite mercenaries who specializes in assassinations and other various jobs mostly in the name of justice. Mostly, in the sense that justice doesn't always bring money to the table. Justice doesn't give you the pay to deal with hospital bills and the collateral. However, not everyone gets into the organization easily. One must go through a rigorous training course, topped off with a sample mission of their own. If you succeed, you are welcomed into the Assassin's HQ with open arms. If not, you'll be eliminated yourself. This has been the cycle for over 30 years now. Rena Dubois stepped through the glass doors of the headquarters. It was literally just last night when she had completed her final training task, to assassinate the leader of an underground gang. The actual trial mission was far worse that any of the given training obstacles combined. On her own, she had to track down the gang, formulate her plan of assassination, and execute it perfectly. Otherwise, she'd would have been killed by the gang, or killed by mercenaries of the HQ the minute she got out of the vicinity. Luckily that wasn't the case. The blonde woman of only 20 years made her way up to the office of the boss, where she was summoned. A fairly pudgy man sitting in the leather chair was the one who ran the whole organization. He was accompanied by two other men. The one standing right by his side must be a personal guard of some sort. The second man sat on one of the two provided chairs located in front of the desk. "Ms. Dubois, congratulations on making it here at the Assassin HQ." The boss said. "You will begin your work immediately, however there is going to be a slight change." Rena's eyebrows furrowed together, clearly showing her disappointment. "What do you exactly mean by 'slight' change?" "Well you see here, you won't be starting out solo like most, you'll be accompanied by this young fellow until further notice."