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Her anger flared up, and she turned to him, fire in her eyes, "Is that what you think? That no one will miss you!" She glared at him, "I would miss you damn you," she froze when she had just let her feelings slip, "I-I mean, damn it," she hit the bag again, breaking the hook that held the bag in place.

Breathing heavy, she walked over to one of the benches, and grabbed a bottle of water, drinking it in one gulp. Keeping her back to him she spoke, "My name is Karla," she began still not looking at him, "Are you sure you want to hear this? It could get us both killed."

She nodded, "Please don't interrupt, I don't think I'll be able to continue if I stop. My name is Karla, I lived in North Carolina with a nice little middle class family. My parents were normal people with normal jobs, living that American dream with myself and my two siblings," she turned to him, "They had my future planned out from the start, and laid it all out for me, I didn't want that so at the age of 14 I ran away, and came here. After a few days of begging for food, I was found by Donnie. He brought me to the brothel, where I worked for about three months as a sort of clean up girl, and then another year learning how to, 'work the sheets' as Madame Roads called it. I spent nearly a year in that brothel, becoming the best at the trade," she smiled at him, "I also go into studying plants to find a way to... enhance pleasure, hence my love of poison. The president found me at the age of 16, and I decided to trade in my heals for a blade, and the rest you already know from your own experience." She said all this quickly, and looked at him expectantly when she had finished, waiting for him to hurt her by insulting her past as a whore.

"Yes," she relaxed at his pitiful attempt at a joke, "My life is really worse with you in it." She walked up to him, and thought about kissing his cheek again, but knowing that he probably didn't have any feelings for her, decided against it, "Thank you for listening, using my old whorehouse as a cover, has just brought up some of my memories."

"I'm just hoping that we can finish this mission and get out of here, to many bad memories," she looked at him, wondering about his past. She thought of asking, but decided against it, knowing that it may anger him. "I'm definitely feeling better," she looked at him and smiled, "Want to spar?"

She smirked and sank into a crouch, circling him. She faked a shot to his chin, and sent a punch to his side.

She got up slowly, pulling her blade from the wrist sheath. She advanced forward. keeping her stance low. She slashed at his face, knowing it would distract him and knocked his feet out from under him.

She dodged his quick blows, and used his kick to disrupt his balance. This time, she followed him to the ground, landing on top of him, and pressed the blade to his throat, "I think I win," she said with a cocky smile.