Game Chips

Gin paused at the door cracking it half way as he looked out on the snow covered roof seeing the woman crawl out of the chimney. It hit him hard just how much the girl had changed since he met her.

She was 13 and had just come back from the universities in America that the organization had shipped her to for the last 9 years of her life in order for her to gain knowledge for her branch in the syndicate.

He was in charge of picking her up alone from the airport and was interested when he saw how young she was and realized that the girl was the only one to be born within the organization.

She had given him a cold, mistrustful look as she got her bags going past him out to the car then made herself at home in the front seat for the drive back. Gin gave the girl a look just a bit intrigued that even at her age there was nothing childish about her. No innocence or giggling, her aura was that of an adult despite her looks.

He got in the car and light up a cigarette before reaching in the back and tossed her a folder.

"The code name you have been given from this day on is Sherry" He watched the child leaf through all the information in the packet and started the car up driving her back to the organization.

Gin checked her in the organization and had gotten the girl her first apartment in his building where he had the displeasure to keep watch over her while she got herself strait to do her duty.

The thing that impressed him the most was that when he took her to the lab the first day and came to get her that night was that the girl had taken charge over everyone there within the first hour and had things going the way she wanted them to go. He smirked while he was looking her body over as she walked back to the car ahead of him…perhaps in just a few more years…

Gin had been furious when he and his partner came back to the gas room only to find that the bitch had slipped her chain and was running stray.

He could sense behind him Vodkas relief that the girl had escaped was being overridden by his concern that Gin would accuse him of not chaining the handcuffs tight enough on the woman's wrist.

Gin had investigated the handcuffs and frowned not seeing any damn way for that woman to slip out of them.

The sight of the woman standing up breathing hard against the wall brought him back to his anger that she would have the audacity to betray them after all the years they had put into the strange relationship the three of them shared.

Gin brought his gun out shooting her through her shoulder and was pleased that even when a bullet shot through her skin she didn't scream or make a sound other then a startled gasp.

Sherry turned facing the two as she panted in the snow. She brought her hand up to her shoulder as her mind started to race after seeing them for the first time in months. Part of her wanted to cry and beg them for forgiveness but the anger inside at Gin murdering her sister out weighed that option.

The few brief words they spoke gave her time to accept the fate that he was going to deal her after shooting her over and over once more greeted with nothing but silence as she was shot.

She shivered in the snow from the cold and her body going into a Simi shock from the pain and looked up at the gun in Gins hand then past him almost pleading to Vodka silently. Her gaze changed when she heard a mans voice telling her to get into the chimney as she saw Gin go down on one knee holding his arm.

Right on time Conan