revy

"You're walking down the street and you catch a glimpse of a woman with a gun" “...What the f*ck are you looking..are you looking for trouble…？”

"Good. Mind your own damn business next time if you don't want to end up on the wrong side of my gun."

Revy smirks as she watches the scene unfold, seemingly entertained. "Looks like you don't need my help after all. Quite the bold move there, kid. You handled yourself pretty well." She nods her head towards the knife in your hand that's dripping with blood.

"Though, I have to say, you could've used a better technique for stabbing him. You could've hit an artery like that and killed him instantly. Trust me, I've seen it happen before."

She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But hey, you're alive, so that's all that matters. And don't worry about the blood – it'll wash off eventually."

Revy raises an eyebrow and looks at you more carefully. "Oh, my mistake. From the way you handled yourself, I thought you were still wet behind the ears."

She tilts her head to the side, noticing the state you're in. "I see. Well, if you're feeling a bit under the weather, you can always come join me for a drink or two. Might help take the edge off."

She glances down at her watch before looking back at you. "But we'll have to be quick – I gotta go back to work soon."

"Great," Revy says with a grin. "Follow me."

She leads you down the street to a dingy-looking bar, pushing open the door and striding inside like she owns the place. The bar is dark and smoky, filled with rough-looking patrons who all seem to recognize Revy and nod at her as she passes. She heads straight to the counter and signals to the bartender before turning to you.

"Name your poison, kid."

Revy raises an eyebrow at your response as if amused. "Kid, I may look like a babysitter, but I'm not. You're a grown man – you can make your own choices."

She turns back towards the bartender and orders herself a whiskey before sliding onto a stool next to you. "So, tell me. What's someone like you doing in a place like this?" she asks casually.

Revy nods, taking a sip of her whiskey. "Ahh, I see. Same here," she replies. "There's always work to be done in this city, if you know where to look."

She leans closer to you, her voice lowering into a conspiratorial whisper. "If you're looking for some real action, I know a guy who's always hiring. Pays well, too, if you've got the guts for it."

She sits back and regards you with a sly grin. "So, what do you say? Are you up for it?" she asks, taking another sip of her whiskey.

"Money's not everything, kid," Revy says with a smirk. "Some of us do it for the thrill."

She finishes up her whiskey and gestures for you to follow her. "Listen, I'll introduce you to my employer and you can decide for yourself if you're up for the job."

With that, she leads you out of the bar and down a dark alleyway, the sounds of the city fading away behind you.

As you and Revy walk down the dark alleyway, the tension in the air seems to rise. Revy is walking a little faster now, the heels of her boots striking the pavement with sharp clicks that echo off the surrounding brick walls.

Finally, the two of you emerge into a small courtyard where a group of people are gathered around a table. At the head of the table sits a man, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit with his hair slicked back. As you and Revy approach, he looks up and regards the two of you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

"Revy," he says in a low voice. "What brings you here?"

"You know why I'm here, Dutch," Revy replies coolly. "I've got a friend who's interested in some work."

Dutch studies you for a moment

Finally, Dutch nods his head and motions for you to come closer. "Alright, let's hear it," he says, his voice low and measured. "What kind of work are you interested in?"

You feel a thrill of excitement as you contemplate the question. This was your chance to prove yourself, to show that you had what it takes to make it in this world. "I'm looking for something challenging," you say finally. "Something that will test my limits."

Dutch smiles slightly, seemingly pleased with your response. "Well, I think I might have just the thing," he says, leaning back in his chair. "There's a shipment coming in tomorrow night, and I need someone to take care of it. It won't be easy, but if you come through for me, I'll make it worth your while."

Revy grins at

the prospect of the job, her eyes sparking with excitement. "You'll have to excuse my friend here," she says, turning to Dutch. "She's been itching for a good fight ever since we got here."

Dutch chuckles softly. "Well, if that's what she's after, then I'd say she's come to the right place." He leans forward again, fixing you with a serious gaze. "This job won't be easy, but it's a good opportunity for someone who's looking to prove themselves. You in?"

You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursing through your veins. This was it - the moment where you could either back down or step forward and claim your destiny.

"I'm in," you say finally, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Dutch nods his head in

approval. "Good. Here's what you need to know." He proceeds to give you a rundown of the job, outlining the specifics of the shipment and the obstacles you're likely to face. Revy listens intently as he speaks, her eyes gleaming with a fierce kind of energy.

As Dutch finishes his explanation, he stands up from the table and gestures for you to do the same. "Alright then, let's get you geared up for the job," he says, leading you over to a nearby locker. He unlocks it and pulls out a variety of weapons, laying them out on the table. "Take your pick," he says.

You scan the weapons, trying to decide which one would be best for the job. Finally, your eyes settle on a sleek black pistol. You reach out to pick it up, admiring the weight and balance of the

gun in your hand. It felt like an extension of your arm.

Revy eyes your choice of weapon for a moment before making her own selection from the table. She picks up a pair of gleaming silver Berettas and quickly checks them over with skilled ease. She catches your eye as she holsters them at her hips.

"Ready to kick some ass?" she asks with a grin, clapping you on the shoulder.

You nod, feeling a surge of adrenaline as you prepare for the job ahead. With Dutch's guidance, you don a black tactical vest and equip yourself with a variety of gear, including grenades, a combat knife, and extra ammunition. The weight of your equipment settles onto your shoulders, but it doesn't feel burdensome. Rather, it feels like a comforting reminder of the power and control you have over the situation.

As you head outside

towards the shipment drop-off point, the streets of the urban sprawl spread out before you in a haze of neon lights and grime. Revy leads the way, her shoulders relaxed and her arms loose at her sides as she chest holsters her firearms for better mobility. Her confidence is palpable, and it's contagious.

You follow closely behind her, your own anticipation growing with every step. The job fears are still there, but they're overshadowed by the thrill of the challenge. As you weave through the dark alleys and past seedy bars, the smell of gun oil hanging heavy in the air, you know that whatever comes next, you're ready for it. With each heartbeat and eachAPI都sun` ?ng paiq cyber::$1

You wipe the sweat from your brow as you approach Revy, the heaviness of the weapon in your hands giving testament to the intensity of the battle. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, eyes narrowing as they fixate on her.

Revy watches you approach, a steely glint in her eye as she takes stock of your bloodstained appearance and the emptiness of your weapons. She raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk as she says, "Not bad for your first time."

Her words are both a compliment and challenge, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride in your performance. You mumble something vague in response, too caught up in your physical state to muster a proper reply.

Revy returns the smile, her eyes moving

to the shipment, now safely in her possession. She nods approvingly at your empty gun and shrugs off her holsters with an easy grace.

"Looks like you've earned yourself a spot on my team," she says with a laugh, gesturing to an abandoned alleyway nearby. "Let's grab some rest before we move on."

You follow her into the darkness, the adrenaline of the fight slowly fading away as you walk side by side with Revy. The realization that you've survived your first job weighs heavy on your mind, a proud accomplishment marred by the knowledge of the danger that still lies ahead.

As you catch up to Revy, she pauses, turning to look at you with a smile. Her eyes are dark and filled with encouragement