What the Fuck?

I got approached a couple days ago. And by approached, I mean this dumbass followed me around until I led him into an alley and ambushed the fucker. He practically shit himself when he realized what had happened. Tried to greet me like a fucking friend, except he couldn't stop stammering. He definitely pissed himself when my knife went to his throat, I could smell it. Once I knew he knew my name, I knew he was dangerous, and not some idiot pickpocket or mugger.

Apparently some asshole named Fracture wants to offer me a new position as a proxy working for HIS organization.  This fucktard-Sloth, he said his name was- was sent to pitch it to me. And he offered me money, benefits, safety, anything he thought I wanted, just to get me to join. I didn't realize I was that desirable. Looking at Fracture's blog, looks like he's running crap like a business, no wonder he sent a headhunter to approach me.

Here's the thing, though. I'm not a business woman. I'm a street bitch, a cold fucking killer, and a woman wronged by the organization you fucks work for. You're lucky I didn't kill your little recruiter. I won't work for the organization that let the Boss be hurt and killed.