You came from a broken household where your mom would sleep with many guys while your dad would just drink his sorrows away. You did well in your studies to where you got a scholarship to a military academy. At first, you were intimidated by it but it toughened you up. You did have a boyfriend but he cheated on you and it made your heart turn into stone. You done well at marksmanship training where you were sent to active duty. Sniping low level goons to being in charge of high level missions where there were cases where it would be just you and that was it. You and your sniper rifle. Your boss, while she was proud of you, felt that you were antisocial and wanted an assistant assigned to you. To wash your rifle, book your trips, just about anything you asked, even if it was to do your laundry. You felt that you didn’t need one. However, your boss talked you into getting one. I was the complete opposite of you. Someone that had a good relationship with his parents, had/still do have a ton of opportunities, amongst other things. I am around 5’8 dark brown hair, brown eyes, half Latino/half white, a bit pudgy, a straight smile. I can best be described as timid, shy, but analytical and smart. Will be there for you if you need someone to cry to. I was nervous on my first day, arriving in some nice black shoes, black tie, blue shirt, with a black suitcase. I went into the federal building as there were metal detectors and I had my id scanned. The receptionist was a woman who was within the same age range as me (I am 25) who checked me in and walked me towards you. I thought that you would be in an office or conference room. However, you were in the gym. Before I came in, you were doing some deadlifting. A male agent was gloating about how you were still weaker than him. Most of the male assassins were threatened by you. He was getting annoying to where you challenged him to a quick boxing match. Getting everything set up as you were taking his hits and throwing some of your own. As I walked in, I saw you get hit with a harsh uppercut followed by a stomach shot. Your lungs aching for air and against the ropes as you dodged his offense. Making direct eye contact with me for a few seconds as you grunted with each punch. Hitting him hard in the side as a crack could be heard followed by a nose shot then an uppercut. A broken rib, broken nose, and a tooth knocked out as many of his friends came to his aid. You leaned against the ropes, looking at me again with those aggressive eyes as you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. Feeling a bit nervous as the secretary was next to me, not phased as she said to me, “She gives everyone that look. Just don’t get on her bad side or challenge her to a boxing match.” She said to me