[ WP ] `` It 's surprising that the most important person in the world has so little security . '' Said the assassin to his target . `` I am here , there is no better security . '' Was the casual reply .

Puella's bodyguards were eager to get her out of the open and inside. Walking a little too quickly to be calm, the muscled men on either side of Puella guided her from the skyscraper lobby to the 29th floor. Their heads kept on a swivel the whole way, black glasses hiding their gaze. Twisting and turning through a veritable maze of grey corridors, the trio arrived at their destination after an agonizing minute. They entered a conference room, a single glass desk accompanied by two sturdy black chairs. The room had no windows, and no vents. 
 
 `` Thank you!'' Puella enthusiastically said. `` I want to be alone before the meeting for now.'' 
 
 `` Ms, our orders are to never let you out of our sight. Like it or not, we are here for your protection.'' 
 
 The bodyguards, expertly trained, boasting years of experience, knew only that she was the public head of Cerberus. Any details about Puella were unknown to even the most devoted information brokers. 
 
 Puella let out a short laugh. `` My protection? You're here for mine!'' The men went pale. `` Its okay. A lot of people make that mistake,'' Puella followed, speaking with her usual childlike bluntness. The guards had gone against the wishes of Puella. The face of Cerberus. No one went against Cerberus. 
 
 `` Of course, Miss,'' the men said curtly. They left, leaving Puella alone to wait for her planned meeting. Inevitably, company arrived. Like malignant silk he slipped through the partially opened door. Glancing left and right, the suited man seemed surprised to see only Puella, seated comfortably in one of the chairs. `` It's surprising that the most important person in the world has so little security,'' said the assassin to Puella. 
 
 `` I am here, there is no better security,'' was the casual reply. 
 
 `` I'll keep this brief then.'' The assassin drew his assault shotgun, silencer mounted around the fattened barrel. Pumping three shots of rounds into Puella, the man adopted a fierce grimace. Sitting calmly, Puella let the dozens of pellets sink into her body. Every round hit its target. The surrounding room was in perfect condition. So was Puella. 
 
 `` Oh. You're one of those people,'' Puella said, dissapointed. 
 
 `` Tsk.'' 
 
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 The chairman dismissed his aides and walked through the conference room door. He immediately focused on the splat of blood on the glass table. `` PUELLA! What happened?'' 
 
 `` Its fine! I took care of it,'' Puella said. 
 
 `` It?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. It.'' 
 
 `` I'll take your word for it.'' The chairman glanced around. `` You sure you do n't need security in here?'' 
 
 `` Should Cerberus want for anything,'' she asked?
