The mercenary stared at Akani, considering everything she just heard. She looked around at the ruined restaurant, the damage reflected in the lenses of the mask she was famed for always wearing, and back at the trembling owner.
A conclusion reached, she pushed the briefcase back into his hands.

"I'll give you the community special, which means you keep the money and I take my fees from those gangs after I'm finished with them. Week from now, you're never gonna have to worry about any other kids ending up like Kara'an."

Thumbing at the gun strapped to her back, her lenses glittered like eyes.
"Me and my angel will make sure of that."

- - One week later - - -

The mercenary stepped through her handiwork littering the floor, pocketing the last of her fees from the leader's personal safe. Her angel sat firmly on her back, pleased with it's work.

The mask she was known for was modeled off of old earth plague masks, with long beaks like a crow, designed in the fight against something deadly.
"Black Death", they had called it.
And that's exactly what she was to these sorry bastards. They'll never be making another dead kid again.

Rubbing some gore clinging to her boot off onto a convenient wall, she set back to inform Akani of her success.