Checkmate

Lee and Neo left HQ to seek out someone they had in mind to help cleanse Hannah's agency, while Hannah decided to make an interesting move on this complex chest board. The thing about Hannah? Her father used to be a Congressman so he had friends all over the world (and some enemies). He'd unfortunately been targeted by an enemy 4 years back and almost died but Hannah intervened and foiled the plot. Her parents have laid low ever since.

But that doesn't mean Mr Vogue's influence dwindled. On the contrary, his daughter carrying the mantle made his influence reach even further. This gave Hannah access to very intricate relationships, from government officials to professional hitmen. And this hitman was a perfect example of such relationships.

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Hannah packed a small holdall bag of supplies and took her favourite SUV on a road trip outside of Pennsylvania. Her journey led her to a remote but decent home that looked unoccupied.

However, this house was very much occupied. There were the basic essentials for living, but in the other side of the house was like a secret room. This room was full of weaponry, gym equipment and leather outfits.

A muscular man with a pristine mohawk stepped into the room. He had a tribal tattoo across his left shoulder and had a very serious vibe. His eyes were like onyx gems; a deep, jet black colour. He looked as though he could lift a semi-truck over his head with no effort. The man lay down on his bench and began working out. A guy like this almost had no need to keep fit, but a hitman has to be faster than his prey at all times.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted as if he sensed a foreign presence. He hoisted the weights back onto their holder and sat up. He sniffed a few times as if he remembered that scent. It wasn't the smell of someone hostile so he relaxed a little. Instead, he decided to let the 'intruder' find him.

"Daken. I see those senses are as sharp as you got them. I thought you'd hunt me a bit. Too bad."

Daken, the man, looked up and smirked, "Heh. Why bother when it's a friend? Or in fact, a mutant siren?".

Hannah chuckled.

"Says the man who always walk around bare chested. You do love to show that tattoo off."

"Of course. One of my favourite things about me."

Daken rose to his full height and stalked over to Hannah, sniffing her neck like a fresh catch. He rose a hand and traced her face with his claw as they both had this sexy vibe about them. Daken was a Feral mutant, meaning he had the senses of a wolf but even better, he could manipulate pheromones. Not only that, certain feelings were amplified because of his powers, especially sensual ones. Being around Hannah always brought out a different side of him.

"So Siren, you never usually visit unless it's deathly important." He stroked her neck as he leaned in...

"Or you were hoping for a wild night."

A pair of fangs descended...

Then they sunk into her neck.