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Heavy black boots hit the concrete floor with loud thumps, echoing throughout the silent air of the warehouse. Her steps were quick, and the other members dropped to silence as they watched her push through the door and into the gang's 'workplace'. She didn't look at anyone as she halted at the wooden door at the back of the warehouse. It took a few seconds before the door was finally opened by a tall, bulked bodyguard who stood at to the side, who of which then closed the door again as the female had passed through.

There was a large oak desk in the center of a dimly lit room. The room was kept alot nicer than the rest of the warehouse, and seemed like the office of a mansion. Although similar, it was instead the office of the gang leader. Mr.Valentino, as he preffered to be addressed as, or just sir, leant forwards over his desk to stare. As a former member of the international mafia, this old man had a strong Italian accent.
"Ah, Eva, you bring the news?" the corners of his mouth curved upwards into a crooked grin.

"It is done. The body was frozen, but through a chipping machine and then burnt. We hired a maid to clean any extra evidence at the scene, unknowingly, of course. We burnt his clothes and belongings also, and flushed them." The female, Eva, made her voice quiet but clear.
The man leant back again and let out a croaky laugh. Only when Eva cleared her throat did he return to his formal posture.
"Ah, and your reward." he said, and as if a silent signal, a bundle of money was tossed onto the table. The woman took it , and flicked through the thin sheets of paper, before nodding, and backing out the door which was closed behind her. Although she had been there since she was fifteen, and was indeed the co-leader, she had never dared turn her back on that man.

Eva was not a typical gang member. For starters, she was a female, which lead to her being looked down on by many and taken advantage of by all. Although she was taunted because of her small height of 5"4 and her gender, the Qairs (Pronounced Kez, a rather simple but known name) had always respected what she did. Although, a sudden shout of a greeting made her eyelid twitch a little.

Now that the silence was broken by someone, it was like a walk of shame as made her way back to the door. They liked to joke, and there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was simply label them as cheeky -blocked-s.

Her blonde hair was a natural almost white colour, as of it were bleached, and was cut short at the back of her neck but was longer at her chin. It was spiked a little at the back, and her bangs were pulled over the side so they skimmed over her left eye. Her eyes were a dark, mossy green which were quite luminant in the light. She was quite pretty, with an unruined, pale face and high cheekbones. She had a thin line of eyeliner beneath each eye, but nothing else. The twenty-one year old looked after herself and had therefore never smoked and hardly drank, allowing her to keep a smooth face, apart from the small black mole she had just below the outer corner of her left eye. Her eyebrows were slightly darker than her hair, and thin, making her features sharper.

Eva was almost always in tank tops. This time, it was a slim, white one, which she wore with a pair of baggy black cargos with multiple pockets at the sides, one of which the bundle now resided. And of course, those heavy black boots with the buckles that jingled as she walked. Around her neck, hung a dog tag with her full name engraved onto the silver:
Evalia Rutania

This woman was not interested in any form or serious relationship. Atleast not yet. She spent most of her days controlling a bunch of men who think they own the place and didn't feel like having one to come home to everyday. The only occasion where she did allow someone to get close, was to beckon them in to some kind of trap, to either release a secret or get them killed. In the last case, an annoying gang from not far away had been causing some trouble, so she more or less disposed of the hitman they had doing all the dirty work.

As she walked back towards the entrance of the warehouse, she finally took a quick glance at what the others were doing.

Most were gambolling. Playing with their wages in games of poker and blackjack. Most of them cheated, though, which aroused a large quantity of fights. Some were merely smoking joints they had recieved from local dealers, or drinking patially concentated and passing out within five minutes. The more organised were repairing, stocking up on, and testing weaponary. Devising plans. Some of these were the hitman of the Qairs. Search and destroy was their purpose. The rest were just ignorant -blocked-s who had grown up in a rough background and ended up in the life of smuggling goodies and killing people for the fun of it, and of course the money, which came from rich man Valentino.

Eva had been called a player, a teaser, and a fake . Simply because she would mess around with the mind of any man who approached her, and then casually brush them off with a number of simple excuses (For example, 'I'm not interested anymore' was the most annoying.). She never really intends on being approached. It just sort of happens, and she likes to play around a little bit. She wasn't sexist, she was just a little bit of a feminist at times, wondering why most, if not all, of the gangs seemed to dislike the fact of having a woman in the working; perhaps they thought they wouldn't distract the men. If the men in the Qairs were distracted - they were quickly brought back to realism with a kick below the groin. Or the shin, if she was feeling lazy.

A drink, perhaps. The bar was a good option to forget about the sin she had committed today. As she walked down the street, she could already hear the drunken folk wobble their way around the street outside of the bar. She sighed, stepping her way around one or two before pushing her way through the door. The loud music immediately hit her ears and made er cringe for a breif moment. She sat down on a barstool, leaning on her elbow and waiting to be served.

A shot of rum. She rarely drunk anythig except rum and wine. After gulping that one down, Eva swirled a glass of white wine, which tasted bitter with the hint of rum at the back of her Tongue. As thoughts seemed to flutter around her dimming mind, she suddenly remembered her twenty second birthday next month. Mind, all you got for your birthday in her gang was a punch in the arm from everyone. Maybe she'd treat herself to the bar again.