1 My grand life

My name is Rose, I'm a contract worker at an organization called Valkyrie Sisters, also known as VS. It is a women's organization, that has women for hire for underground jobs. To be clear we are not prostitutes, our jobs are more along the line of, assassination, kidnaping, or spying. We do not work for or with any government, in fact we are wanted by more then half of the worlds national governments. The organization has people in just about every country on the planet, but despite that fact nearly all of us have one thing in common, we look out for ourselves. Even if one member was on the verge of death and needed help from another one in the area, if there is even a slight risk for them for anything and no incentive of money they wont help. I am this kind of person, a mercenary for hire, I'll do just about anything for money.

For my entire life though one concept has always eluded, I've watched as some of the most competent and professional women I've worked with have thrown away what they had and risked there lives for some else. They said they did for the men they loved, what the hell does love feel like? What does it mean? I've always wondered what it felt like, but I don't think I would ever trade away what I have now for love. I've seen to many people become idiots for it, even dying for it, what's the point in doing that. Your dead, that "love" isn't gonna get you anything now, and that person you loved so much is gonna move on and sleep and "love" someone else once your gone.

Your probably thinking, just imagine what your mom did for you and how she raised you, that's love. Well I wouldn't know, don't know who my dad is and mom didn't want me from the start. My mother apparently had a reputation to keep up, she was an important person apparently. She was going to marry a very important and rich man but couldn't have people knowing she had a baby out of wed lock with a different man. So they lied, said I was his kid and when I was born they used there money and power to forge paper work to say that I died during labor. They even had a fake little funeral, and the funniest thing of all is to ensure no one can ever find out the truth, they said I was a little boy.

That was 24 years ago, its strange but I never hated her for her choice. I understand why she did it, she was looking out for herself. Same as I would do, looking out for number one. But I can't say that I ever had the desire to meet her either, if anything I'd far rather avoid her. I'd hate to have to deal with her saying I owe her something for giving birth to me.

Well alas time moves on, I live a simple a life and by simple, I mean filthy stinking rich. You'd be surprised how much money you can make from killing people, and it's easy when you know what your doing. After each high level job I turn a large profit, and as a result I have to go into hiding, which basically means I get to go on vacation for a little bit in an exotic location to stay hidden. I truly have the greatest job in the world, I couldn't imagine having a better job. I don't have to deal with annoying asshole boss's, I have pay on commission, and underground doctor access just about every where. To your surprise, underground doctors are actually better then normal ones because they don't have any annoying red tape blocking them from doing what needs to be done to save there pacient.

My life is truly grand, all I need to do is keep up like this and I can retire to a remote island owned by me with workers taking care of me and my every need for the rest of my life. RIght now, I just kill people I'm ordered to while touring the world and having a blast where ever I want adn with whom ever I want. What could possibly go wrong?