Song had found that she had received yet another mission while she had napped during the morning. Stretching out as one of the dojo members laid the folder down by the desk at the door she made a mrrring noise as if she where a cat not wanting to wake up. Rubbing a finger under her eye she sleepily gazes around before her eyes lock on the folder. Who the hell wanted her to do something? She sighs and stands slowly popping her bones. Once she stood straight she sighed and lit a smoke. Inhaling before waltzing over to the offending folder. Picking up the vanilla folder between her slim fingers she flips it open and begins to smoke while reading. Some one wanted a recipe for something? What kind of bull shit was this? She grits her teeth in frustration about being woken for such a demeaning task but finally lets out a breath. She would do it but damn if these D ranks weren't getting annoying. So she turns tossing the folder in irritation before slipping into her boots and zipping them up. Tying her head band around her neck as she finishes the smoke putting it out into her mirror. She hated her reflection after all.

Moving out of the Dojo's front gate she turned eat and began heading in the direction the mission had inclined. It was fetching a recipe from some lady after all and apparently that lady lived nearby. Song's slow walk brought her around into the correct district but her irritable expression seemed to keep people from bothering her for the most part. It was as if they knew her and where aware of her don't fuck with me right now face. It brought a dark smile to her face as she turned the final corner walking up to the building and looking up at it. It was then that the target walked past and Song changed her expression quickly to a bright a friendly smile. It was an easy mask after all. She just had to think of cute little puppies and it brightened her face right up. She moved in front of the woman and introduced herself and bowed her head politely asking the lady for the recipe. It was then that the lady had the audacity to ask her to find the ladies husband for the recipe. The damn wench couldn't just hand it over? well Hell.

Song sighed and agreed before she turned and hopped up on a fence. The Sky bar was nearby and where else would some one find a useless drunk? She growled a little about her dumb luck before she jumped up and began to launch the short way which just happened to be roof to roof. Damn this guy was a pain. all this for some stupid recipe. It better be for cookies. Then she could demand a cookie in return. Still when she entered the bar the scene before her made her twitch. The only guy in the bar matched the description of the husband and was macking with some skank! Song felt her eye twitch as she Stormed over to the gentleman with the sweetest smile on her face. Her fist behind her back clenched so hard her knuckles where white. She waited for him to notice her with big puppy dog eyes before She smiled and giggled.

"Fuck off man whore."

She said sweetly and reared her right hand back and with all the power she had she smashed her fist into his balls. The man gasped for air and then his eyes rolled back as he passed out from the pain. Sighing Song grabbed him by the collar with the lip stick stains still on his cheek and neck and dragged him back to his wife. Collecting the recipe from the stunned wife she went on her way.

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