A View to a Kill
Marksman: standard (rank 1)
Dawson shakes his head as he asks Marzanna a question to continue her story. "So I take it was Yaiyakov who taught you how to become the marksman?"
Marzanna nods again as she gulps down her cereal. "As a matter of fact, he taught me everything I needed to know when it comes to firearms. After I was adopted into his family he treated me like a second daughter, but with a touch of prodigy. I excelled in everything that he taught me including one of the easiest ways to kill a person, using a gun. Over the years, I learned about a lot of firearms; like the Ingram Mac-10, AK-47, the Saiga 12, 9mm, the TEC-9, etc. You name it; odds are that I have killed someone with that type gun and with almost superb accuracy."
Bullets are a Girl's Best Firend
Piercing Weapon: superior (rank 2)
- Ranged Attack
- Long Ranged Attack
"How about the Beretta 98 pistol?" Says Dawson pulling out pictures of a man being shot in the head several times. "Captain-Lieutenant Ivan Rascalov, one of your first contract kills from eight years ago. You were just about 20-years-old at the time. The detective's said that shooting a well known military officer in public, in the middle of broad daylight, was next to impossible without being seen."
Marzanna chuckles and covers her mouth. "'Next to impossible?' Please Dawson, that was a cake walk. And besides, that kill gave me my first part time job."
"Indeed it was." As Dawson continues with the story. "Ever since then the assassin, with no name, decided to give herself one...Marzanna. Otherwise known in Russian mythology as the Slavic goddess of death."
Marzanna smiles and replies back to Dawson. "And it still does have a nice ring to it."
Self-Defense without Weapons
Martial Arts: standard (rank 1)
"Guns are not the only thing that's deadly coming from you. There's also your special hand-to-hand combat training." Dawson replied as he continues with Marzanna's story.
Marzanna takes another sip of coffee and finishes up her cereal. "Yaiyakov had a partner who used to be a lieutenant, in the Soviet Red Army, who he taught me the art of both fist fighting and Sambo. It is a form of martial arts in Russia that has three different styles which I have mastered. Although, I have to admit, Combat Sambo took a little longer because my trainer kept breaking right arm until I got some of his moves correctly. But it was worth it; after all it does come in handy from time to time."
"Like when you assassinated Senator Bingham at the US Embassy, in Paris, three years ago?" Dawson says pulling out more pictures of dead bodies. "You posed as an American intern and, when you were close enough, snapped his neck. But after you were spotted, you managed to kill four more security guards and injured 5 more along the way. Each injury includes broken arms and legs at the joint of their limbs."
"What can I say?" Marzanna replied with a smile, "I enjoy making grown men cry like little bitches. Care to try it, Agent Dawson?"
Acrobat: standard (rank 1)
Dawson smirks, in a sarcastic way, as he points his finger at her. "Nice try Marz. You always knew how to push a guy's buttons just to get them riled up and loose their focus."
Marzanna smiles with glee as she moves her empty bowl aside. "Except for yours, which is one of the reasons why I did not kill you back in New York four months ago. You seem like a very interesting man, dedicating your career to one woman."
"As I recall, it was the FBI that prevented you from killing me." Dawson says humoring Marzanna, "When that SWAT team stormed the rooftop they were about to apprehend you. But without any effort you jumped off of that building and if it weren't for those aerobic moves that you pulled off, down the fire escape, we would have had you right then and there"
"It wasn't 'aerobics.' It was for special form of Russian gymnastics. Another one of Yaiyakov’s people who hired a coach St. Petersbug to teach me how to keep my body balanced. It also comes in handy in my fights or, in your case, escaping the FBI by climbing down those fire escapes." As Marzanna finishes her sentence, she gets up and starts to walk up the stairs. Dawson notices this and rushes next to Marzanna with his gun now aimed at her waist.
Cut to the Chase
Slashing Weapon: standard (rank 1)
"Just where do you think you’re going?" Dawson asks.
Marzanna smiles and replies back, "I'm going to get changed. Surely you don't want to arrest me in my bathrobe; otherwise people may start to talk about us." Dawson follows right behind Marzanna as they walk up the stairs and into her room. Marzanna is about to remove her bathrobe, but stops to see Agent Dawson still watching her like a hawk. "You think I can get a little privacy please?"
"I'm not falling for that one," Dawson says continuing to watch over her. Marzanna rolls back her eyes, drops her bathrobe, and starts to put her clothes on. While Marzanna continues to get dressed, Dawson looks over to see a mini bo-kri throwing knife on her night stand. "I see you still have a thing for these little knives."
"Oh yeah, I love to use these babies as a last resort in case the whole job goes to sh*t." Marzanna replied as she continues to get dressed. "The bo-kri's are lightweight, very concealable, sharp enough to penetrate vital parts of the human body, and I can throw up to a set of three every time."
"Your adopted father taught you that?" Dawson asks Marzanna as he places the knife back on the nightstand.
"Not really, knives were more of a personal hobby of mine. Something about the sound of flesh cutting open always makes me feel...turned on." Marzanna says as she winks at Dawson after finally finishing getting dressed. As the two are about to leave the bedroom, Dawson notices Marzanna pulling out a small knife from her belt. Dawson quickly unloads two rounds, but the bullets miss the assassin as she throws her knife striking the agent’s wrist. As Dawson drops his gun, Marzanna rushes across the room, picks up his gun, and knocks him on the nightstand with his own gun pointed directly at his face. “It’s just like I said before a personal hobby.”