Sleepers Sleepers, assassins, contract killers, they’re all the same and you’re one of them. Whether you’re a veteran killer or just starting out, your services are in high demand. Valkyrie Aeronautics (VA) and the Brutus-Booth Syndicate (BBS), two organizations at odds with each other, will be seeking your abilities (if you prove yourself adept in the art of killing) in an effort to gain the upper hand over the other. How It Works To start out, you’re most likely freelance or apart of a smaller agency (no SIS or CIA, etc. keep it simple). If your kills are impressive enough, VA or BBS will contact you for a job. If you successfully complete the job to specification (someone’s always watching), you might be offered a stay with that organization. As the missions’ progress and recruits are snatched up, people will find themselves teamed together for more complex missions. Additionally, both agencies might end up targeting the same person or same groups. Hopefully you kill the target before the other side does. Your targets are not random, and they must be eliminated. Do not ask questions about your targets, the head honchos don’t like people who ask questions. Stay Alive This much is simple. Your profession is very dangerous, and not everyone lives to see the daylight. Assassins that sit still for too long might find themselves as targets. Assassins that ask too many questions might find themselves disavowed and outed for the other agency to target. Weapon Choice As this is modern day, your weapons should reflect that (no phazers, beam swords, etc.). Make your choice carefully, as your weapons factor into whether or not you’re offered a job. Standard Rules Apply 1. Always communicate with other players when entering into a conflict with them. 2. No perfects and no Godplex. If your character makes it through without a scratch, you’ve done something wrong. 3. Your posts that reflect assassinations should be more than: “X snuck into the compound at night. He came up behind Mr. T and snapped his neck. X snuck back out, undetected.” Not only is that non-descriptive, but it’s also really boring. 4. Don’t join unless you intend to participate. 5. GM has final say. The Sleepers: Donut Ash Caboose (killed by Longshot) Dalilah (killed by Kefreon) Cobalt Verstholen (Vee) Silpheed Shadow (killed by Ash) Slick (killed by Silpheed) Dagger Sliver (killed by Debbie Sam) Havoc (killed by Cobalt) Archangel (killed by Longshot) Requiem Knives Valkyrie Aeronautics: Longshot (NPC) Cobalt ($100,000) Requiem ($0) Knives ($0) Vee ($100,000) The Brutus Booth Syndicate: Debbie Sam (NPC) Kefreon (Dagger) ($125,000) Silpheed ($100,000) Ash ($100,000) Donut ($125,000) Targets: Amisi Mubarak leaves behind a wife and five children. Mubarak had been a vocal proponent of Valkyrie Aeronautics building a new facility in Cairo. Hiro Chow was a supporter of the Brutus Booth Syndicate. He privately helped finance them from an off shore account. Ronald Fulmer leaves behind a wive a one son. The senator was working hard to block Valkyrie Aeronautics from establishing itself in Cuba.
Codename: Donut Sex: Male Ethnicity: White Height: 5'9'' Weight: 150lb Eye color: Brown Hair: Brown Age: 21 Weapon choice: Double Supressed Pistols Background: Very little is known about the assassin codenamed DONUT. He was in the army for 1 year before being discharged for fraternization. Since then he has been working as a freelance assassin for agencies such as the CIA, MI5&6 and various other unnamed governments. He gets his name from his ability to fire a full clip of bullets within the interior circumferance of a donut from impossible angles and improbable distances. He was a specialist in sneak and peak missions and is an expert at CQC. He is credited with the fantastical Low Yat Assassination in which he managed to infiltrate a Malaysian Military Air Base, assassinate the top ranking General and escape in an F16 undetected. Only one man was killed in this incident.
Codename: Ash Sex: female Ethnicity: White Height: 5'9 Weight: 140 Eye color: blue Hair: short black hair Weapon choice: Sniper rifle Background: Ash usually kills terrorists and facist dictators. She will wait in ambush for as long as it takes, for her target to reveal themselves. She is known for never wasting a bullet, every one of them hits there targets. She is also good at cqc, for when she has to fight up close.
Codename: Caboose Sex: Male Ethnicity: White Height: 5' 2'' Weight: 150 Eye color: Blue Hair: Blonde Weapon choice: Lazer-Pointed Sniper Rifle with a Silenced Pistol Sidearm. A small throwing knife is concealed within hsi right boot. Background: Insane and Sadistic, he is known for laughing at his victims before killing them. Caboose is cheerful in a dark way.
Codename: Dalilah Sex: Female Age: 29 Ethnicity: Spanish/Japanese Height: 5'5" Weight: 120 Eye color: dark brown/black Hair: black Weapon choice: small, sharp, jagged edged kitchen knife and a taurus PT709 slim 9mm semiauto pistol -owns several handguns, rifles, and a couple of swords, but this is what she carries around. Background: Dalilah grew up living with her uncle in Japan while her parents travelled the world. She was never entirely sure what either of them did for a living. She's a blackbelt in karate, as well as having studied other martial arts, archery, and, of course, shooting. She can shoot a target well, and owns a book called "Fifty Ways To Kill Someone With Your Right Index Finger".
I'm in. I'll be out of town Labor Day weekend, but back to my normal schedule following. Codename: Cobalt Sex: Male Age: 33 Ethnicity: White Height: 5' 10" Weight: 170 lbs Eye color: Blue Hair: Short cropped light brown Weapon choice: Suppressed Hecker and Koch MP-5 A5 Submacinegun. Normally keeps a Ka-Bar knife concealed on him. Background: Ex-military Special Operations. It's unknown if he left or was discharged, or for what reason. He is very cool, and calm, but can have a violent temper at times. By basis of his training, he is extremely accurate with his weapons, and deadly in his techniques.
Codename: Verstohlen [Vee] Sex: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian/German Height: 5’6 Weight: 130 Age: 47 Eye color: Brown [Changes a lot, but that’s her original.] Hair: Auburn [Changes a lot! But, that was her natural hair color] Weapon choice: Main: Unique Alpine TPG-1 with 338 Lapua or .308 Winchester Unless for closer occasions, the .243 Winchester Secondary: Various throwing knives, and grenades if the job has to get messy. She also has a handgun, as her rifle isn’t good for up close anything. (She's not had to use these as of yet.) Background: She was born and raised in Germany and soon became a soldier after her 18th birthday. She went into the stealth division of the army, and after about 10 years, she became one of the best snipers, having knocked off every one of her targets with direct headshots. She was forced to leave after a mix up of targets and went into private kills. She usually gets paid very well, and changes her look with every kill. She only goes out in the streets when there are crowds, as she blends in with the people. She changes everything about herself with every new environment so she can fit in the best she can. This includes accent and word choices, and of course physical attributes. She is well built, and quite strong after all the years of training. She considers herself the best at what she does, but you’ll never see the cockiness from her.
Codename: Silpheed Sex: Male (androgynous male....very feminine looking all male though) Ethnicity: White Height: 5'3" Weight: 118 Age: 19 Eye color: Sapphire blue Hair: Shoulder length black Weapon choice:Fish wire and poison Background: Known as the Widow on Walls Silpheed has grown up in a family of assassins. His family had been killed in by another assassin family clan. Now Silpheed freelances and grabs whatever jobs interest him. He is known for using his feminine features to his advantage. He is gentle, calm, and slightly innocent, which is unique for an assassin.(Hope this is all right.)
Codename:Shadow Sex:Male Ethnicity:Caucasian Height:5'11 Weight:162 Age:32 Eye color: Dark Brown, hidden behind a pair of dark aviator sunglasses Hair: Dark black, eye length Weapon choice: Primary-SOCOM 16 rifle equipped with laser sights and a Leupold scope. Backup-Suppressed Glock 17 9mm handgun loaded with hollowpoints and a fixed-blade combat knife Background: Growing up with an abusive father, Shadow fled from his family and lived for years on the streets, learning his trade as a petty hitman for the towns local mobs in order to survive. Working his way up the foodchain, he severed all ties with the mob by killing several moblords before fleeing. His ability to avoid capture, dark clothing, and grim nature have lead to his choice in codename. Lean in build, he relies upon graceful speed, unnerving accuracy, and highly-precise martial arts moves to subdue opponents instead of shere strength. Although he excels as an assassin, his traumatic childhood experiences have lead to paranoia and a severe lack of trust in others. He shows little preference in the contracts he chooses: whether they be upon African warlords or innocent businessmen. He is hired for his high rate of success, but contracts that attempt to betray him always end up facing the muzzle of his rifle.
Codename: Slick Sex: Male Ethnicity: White Height: 6'1" Weight: 215 .lbs Eye Color: Brown Hair: Jet black(slicked back) Weapon of Choice: Suppressed Colt .45 handgun Background: Former Mafia hitman, eliminated the bosses of 4 of the New York families successfully. Became hired gun for private contracter in 1997, severed ties when contracter cheated him out of the pay-off from a hit on a Triad leader. Works as free-lance assassin for any party who is willing to match his price. Extremely effective, 26 known assassinations since 1997, 114 total, non-mafia related. Known Assassinations: Lee Shong :Triad Leader Franklin Korbatti: Esilli Crime Family boss 1984-1992 Nathan Frelo: Borchesse Crime Family boss 1972-1989 Alberto Jossi: Jossi Crime Family boss 1989-1991 Frederick Mondone: Mondone Crime Family boss 1964-1988
Kefroen Magma Codename: Dagger Sex: Male Ethnicity: Egyptian Height: 6 feet Weight: 140 pounds Eye color: Jet black Hair: Very short black hair, right down to his ears Age: 16 Weapon choice: Ten inch long needles which can be shortened, and a Desert rifle. Background: Kefroen was born to a young teenage girl and kidnapped from the hospital by an Asian assassin group, known as DNOD (Die Now Or Don't). He was trained from a very young age as a kung fu, karate and aikido master, and the handling of weapons. His teacher was primarily a young woman, who was attracted to his handsome build. She tried to abuse him, upon which the topnotch assassin beheaded her. Since then, he is known for his stealth, agility and creative thinking which enables him to be a young yet able assassin. He lives a 'normal' life in Los Angeles as an orphan woodworker, but only he knows what he does behind the scenes. He has a good friend Mariyo who lives across his own 'dig'.
Character Template Codename: Sliver Sex: Male Ethnicity:White Height: 5'9 Weight:131 pounds Eye color: Light green Hair: Always underneath a tight black hood, connected to a tightly-fit, black, long-sleeve shirt, with more cloth wrapped around his mouth region. Weapon choice: A set of throwing knives tightly strung onto his waist, a dadoa sword on his back. Background: He was an orphan, later adopted into an Asian couple,who taught him of honor. He believes in death everyone should be honored- whether you're killing them or not. He is sneaky and moves quietly, to avoid being detected.
Codename: Archangel Sex: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5 foot 6 inches Weight: 140 pounds Eye color: green Hair: balding, gray Age: unknown .... clearly middle aged. Weapon choice: Archangel has no preferred weapons. Rather he will improvise with whatever is handy be it a dirty needle or an uzi. Background: Little is known about the man referred to as Archangel. He perfers to work alone and never carries a single weapon, instead he will utilize whatever happens to be around. Archangel's only identifying characteristic are a pair of wings tattooed on his back that run from the trapezius muscles to the small of his back. His targets are usually individuals who are nearly impossible to approach while armed,
Character Template Codename: Requiem Sex: Male Ethnicity: Asian/ Japanese Height: 5"8 Weight: 123 pounds Eye color: Hazel Hair: Shoulder length, Dark Brown Weapon choice: A katana strapped to his back and a Jericho 941 pistol (equipped with silencer) inside his jacket. Background: Born in Osaka, Requiem was brought up learning the fighting styles of the samurai, by his mother and her sister. He led a peaceful life and was content with it. He seeked no adventures and wanted none. He was remarkably intelligent getting high grades at every educational level and physically fit due to his extensive training.. Although this was perfect in his eyes, his desire to learn the identity of his father (who he had never met) led him to a search for the man at the age of 21. During many years of looking for any evidence that his father was still alive, he finally found him, but was heartbroken to find that Haruto Kouki (his fathers name) ran a brothel in downtown Yokohama. Unable to bear the shame, he killed his father and then escaped. His identity was discovered by the police and he has been on the run ever since. Requiem may have been a good man before his father's murder, but ever since that moment he has felt a craving. A craving that has corrupted him, willing him on to take the life of another man, woman or even child. He found the feeling too strong, and gave in to his sudden but evil desire. He has been a killer ever since...
Codename: Knives Age 33 Sex: Male Ethnicity: White Height: 5'7 Weight: 168 lbs Eye color: reddish-brown Hair: black-short and wild Weapon choice: several hidden Ka Bar knives (signature) Background: Real name unknown. Not much is known about his childhood as he often alters his story whenever he tells it. He was possibly a victim of child abuse. He was a beyond-normal soldier in the army specializing in espionage missions. Diagnosed with schizophrenia.
The Brutus Booth Syndicate Location: Unkown Date: Unknown Time: Unknown She was at the targeting range with the rest of the operatives. They were just regular soldiers, but she wasn't. Beautiful, kind, calm, and deadly; she was an assasin. Only one man new her real name in the entire syndicate, everyone else called her by her code name: Deborah Samson aka Debbie Sam. She put down her silenced AK-47 to answer her phone. "Yes?" "The Vikings are in a mood." She immediately hung up the phone and left the range. Three hours later, she was in Savannah mingling with various people, pretending to care about how their sons are doing in football and how their daughters are doing on student council. She was there only to make a report. When she finally found the man she was looking for, she pretended to bump into him and acted as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in years. The mixed small talk to keep up the show, then slipped out to the back porch unnoticed. "So Valkyrie is making a move, huh," said the man in a thick drawl. "Yes, sir." The man sipped on his mint julep. "We can't take them full on." "What do you propose?" Debbie Sam asked. "You're the only trained assasin we have," he said, looking out over the large back lawn. "We need more....we'll go guerilla on them." "The soldiers we have now aren't trained in covert tactics." "I know that," he said sharply. "Send some operatives out into the field, all over the country, the world even." "What do you have in mind sir?" "We're recruiting," he said, finishing his drink. "I want reports ASAP." Debbie Sam nodded at the man and made her way out of the party with a smile, ignoring men attempting to stop her and make conversation.
Valkyrie Aeronautics Location: Undisclosed Valkyrie Aeronautics facility Time: 1:00 P.M. Date: Unknown A man sat in his office, watching various monitors that stood before him. He shook his head back and forth, obviously disgruntled by what he was seeing. His intercom buzzed. "Sir, you're one o'clock is here." The man stood up and straightened himself out. "Send him in." A short man entered the office promptly. He was well defined, like he was chiseled from marble. He had a snap to his step. He shook the man's hand and sat down. "You wanted to see me, sir?" The man watched the monitors some more. "Godd***it, Longshot," he said finally, "these guys are worthless." "I'm sorry, sir." Longshot replied. "Look...look at this one!" the man said, turning a monitor. "I've watched him for thirty minutes and that a**hole can't but a f***ing bullet through the dummies head! He just keeps getting his neck! If that dummy were real, he'd be choking to death on his own blood and tissue!" "My apologies, sir." "I can't have targets choking to death on their own blood, Longshot." "Certainly not, sir." The man rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking out the window. "The deal is so close, Longshot, I can't have bumbling assasin's who don't know the difference between a man's ass and his face." He turned and sat down before the assasin. "I'm sending you out with a team this time...a very large team. Go global, Longshot, find me competent killers." Longshot stood up and nodded at the man. "Yes, sir, immediately." The man dismissed him, and Longshot immediately left the facility.
Place: Germany Time: 1700 hours Identity: Kateja Her real name was unknown, but all that had seen her through her few weeks working a simple desk job at the firm knew her at Kateja. Her accent was thick, and her hair was a jet black. It was styled long with thick curls. She had a mole on her nose, and her skin was at a leathery tan. The men didn’t look, as she concealed every part of her body in a very conservative suit. Her footsteps were quiet, and she never had a demanding presence in a room. That’s how it was suppose to be. Very few could tell you what she had worn that day, even if she had walked right past them that very same day. No one could tell you if she had a last name or not. In fact, very few could even remember the color of her eyes. She was a ghost in Roebuck&Rehbein Firm. They were on a big case, defending a mass murderer of children, and her employer was not happy about this. Of course she herself would never tell her opinion on the matter, she had to detach herself from her job or it would never go right. The clock struck 5pm exactly, and she walked down the hall as her fellow employees filed through the doors, though many were all ready at the courthouse. Her face me emotionless as usual, and no one took her into mind as she followed after them. She paused, and ran back to her desk as if she had forgotten something, and feigned rummaging through her desk. The door closed as the last person came out. Those who would later look at the security camera would swear to it that she left the building after she grabbed her purse from inside the drawer, but you can’t believe everything you see. She was invisible, though she’d never say how she did it. Secrets of the trade. She silently pulled the parts of her gun from underneath her desk. It had been concealed there for weeks. She quickly put her Unique Alpine TPG-1 into one piece, kissing the scope as she leaned down next to the window. The blinds covered almost everything, but with the help of her scope she could see into the courthouse. She looked through, and waited for the man’s lawyer and the murderer to come. She had their names memorized, but she didn’t care. They were going to last unnamed as the bullets went through their heads. Condemned men by a few thousand dollars. No one would find her, she’d be back in Russia within a few hours. She would be home-free. She smile as suddenly the two men came into view. The first was a broad-smiling German lawyer. She had met him once a few years ago, but she had been Tatyanna at the time, someone totally different. Though, she was just another face in the crowd then, not that he would be able to remember her. She leaned forward ever so gently as she slid the .308 Winchester thick bullet into her gun, followed with another. It was one of her favorites, just as good as the Lapua, but with less of a mess. The men seemed to have stopped as they talked to the press that surrounded them. Politics and such. She waited in silence, until he turned her way. She wanted to see the lawyers face just before he died. She gave him a gentle wave with her hand before she aimed at his head, the gun shot back at her, hitting her shoulder with a thud. It hit the pad, as she aimed once more at the murderer. The men went down consecutively and she quickly loaded her gun into what looked like a laptop case. Her footsteps were quick as she snuck out the back door, within the next 30 minutes she was in first class on her way back to Russia with glass of rum and coke in her hand. Her eyes glittered their green, and her hair was dyed brown. She wore a business dress, a dark crimson red color.
Place: Russian tundra Time: 0800 hours Name: Ash Ash lays there, underneath the white blanket. The snow had already covered it, and was swirling around in the wind. Only the end of her gun could be seen, poking out fron under the white snow. She lays there in silent anticipation. According to her information, a russian scientist was coming to this place, to sell some uranium to at terrorist leader. As she watches the wide open terrain through her scope, a black helicopter lands, about four hundred yards ahead of her. Soon after a black suv with tinted windows pulls up. Out of the helicopter comes an old man in a white lab coat, carrying a breifcase. Out of the suv came two men. Ash smiles, and her eyes light up. Just a little bit longer and her wait would be over. The three men appear to be finalizing the deal. 3...Ash stops her breathing. 2...She lines up the shot, straight at the side of the man's head. 1....She pulls the trigger and the traitor's head explodes. The other two men, get back into the suv. She quickly pulls the trigger and the driver's door window shatters, and the horn and be heard, as the driver's limp body slumps over the steering wheel. The other man gets out and runs, but to no avail. One quick shot and his head has a new hole in it. She stands with the blanket wrapped around her. She pulls out a cell phone and says into it "The job is done." and then hangs up. As she looks across the frozen wasteland, towards her fallen victims, she can't help but to smile. She thinks to herself "Pathetic scum. Anyone who is willing to sell his honor away for money deserves nothing less than death."
Place: Britian Time: (night) Name: Silpheed It was a dark night. That meant he had good coverage, but then again he didn't have to get good coverage. He was an inside man, or in this case an inside woman. He put on his favorite pink lipstick, it was his victims favorite anyway, and walked up to the gaurd. He fixed his hair and smiled at the guard. "You one of the ladies?" the guard asked. Silpheed just smiled and the man led him to his victims room. Silpheed sat comfortably on the couch waiting for his victim. Silpheed made sure he messed with his hair and stroked his lips. He was very good at this thing. He crossed his legs in an elegant matter and it didn't take to long before his victim walked in. The balding man closed the door and looked at the lady. "You'll make this quick I don't want my wife to know..." "I will be as kick as you think," Silpheed grabbed the man by the tie. Draggng him in closely and you could tell the victim was clueless. And in an instant Silpheed slipped a needle into the victims neck. No scream, no mess, and no investigation. Silpheed was a widow and widows bites were the only thing you see. Silpheed left out the window and took the rooves until he knew he was safe. He took out his cellphone. "I'm all done with my mission," he said. He closed the cellphone and smiled.
Place: Los Angeles, CA, USA Time: 1600 Identity: Kefreon Mariyo giggled as her bicycle turned away from the restricted area for Hollywood. Renee yelled to her to slow down, but Mariyo paid no heed to her call. Instead, she giggled and dropped her bike a few yards from a small woodshop, and ran towards it. The door was customarily open; no one minded a beautiful Asian dropping by once in a while. “Hey – Kefreon!” She yelled, and the door in front of her creaked a little. Underlying the shadows was a young and determined woodcutter, his hand expertly sashaying over the boundary of a eucalyptus produce. He grinned and nodded, and his foot went to the switch on his right and lit the room. “How are you little lady?” He asked softly. Mariyo jumped to his side and kissed him on the cheek. “Awesome. I got new shoes, see?” Kefreon didn’t move but his eyes hovered above the parrot green pair of sandals. He nodded and then whispered in his atypical Egyptian accent: “Beautiful, little lady.” Mariyo then pranced to a side and started sorting out unfinished frames. “Anything for my birthday yet?” She asked, rubbing her hands in excitement. Kefreon laughed and shook his head. “No, no, you no touch the wood. I make you gift when it is time.” Mariyo sullenly let her shoulders down and then returned to his side. “Fine, as you say so sir.” She then giggled and pulled out his cheeks. “You should go to school, Kefreon.” Kefreon laughed and shook his head. “No go to school. Too much work.” He showed his despair by lifting his hands up in annoyance, at which Mairyo chuckled and gave him another peck on his cheek. “You’re so funny.” Before any comment could be made, the door creaked further. A man wearing a grey tuxedo entered and flipped his hat on, a brimming smile on his face. “I need to place an aur-der.” He pronounced order rather peculiarly, but Kefreon nodded towards him. “No hurry, no. Little lady, if you may…” He trailed off, and Mariyo nodded, getting off the stool. Her pink tunic and knee long white Capri pants suddenly seemed to come to his attention. “I’ll wait outside Kefreon.” She winked and waved to him, and as she had said, she walked back to her bicycle and started to make it stand. Kefreon nodded to the man who grinned and handed him a picture. “Eight o’clock, 103 B Walnut Park.” Kefreon nodded again, and without even looking at the picture slipped it into his breast pocket. The man left the room without another word. ****** Place: Los Angeles, CA, USA Time: 2000 Identity: Dagger The lights dangling above the apartment seemed like a firefly spreading its grace. A cloud of smoke was slithering above Kefreon’s nose, who sniffed it proudly and then started to round the house for checking out the specifications. There were many palm trees of varying heights which could be put to use, as they formed a gate for the building. Kefreon smudged his nose as he mentally calculated the distance he may have to cover. He grinned and then pulled his needle out, barely two inches at hand. He swung it hard, and its length elastically increased to eight more inches, and then he acted like a spindle, swinging the needle to cut the heart of the tree. “I should’ve been in Olympics.” He murmured as his hands stretched out for the pole his needle made. In a quick flip, he was at the crown of the tree. He whistled as he removed the needle and then wrapped it up. The apartment was at a floor higher above the tree’s height, and so he threw his needle like a javelin, and much to his surprise it struck the bottom of the windowpane. With another whistle, he foolhardily hooted, and then jumped towards the needle. Its tip scratched his finger, but he remained calm and like before, let his body flip a 180 Degrees. His luck was evident since the window was open. “Yippee?” He thought to himself as his legs separated from one another, until they were aligned in one line. One of his legs successfully tugged onto the window’s crest, and he breathed out in joy. He quickly shot his other leg through the window, and he found himself inside a beautiful, peach room. He pulled back the needle and closed it, looking around for the woman. He could hear a soft, mellow lullaby, and winced at the thought of killing a mother. He sighed and relentlessly snapped out his needle and shot it in the direction of the woman, who, without a single noise, was left dead. He removed the needle from her chest and let her flop by the side of the cradle. The baby whimpered at the sudden silence, at which Kefreon leaned forward and kissed the baby. The baby eyed Kefreon dubiously, until Kefreon waved to him and stealthily jumped out of the window, his needle quickly saving him by cracking into another bark of a tree. He jumped down and looked at the room once more. “They deserve the racket.” He told himself, and slipping his needle back into his belt, he tiptoed out of sight.
Place: Russia Time: 1300 Identity: Lara She lay on the top of the building just across from hotel room. She could see her victim walking back and forth as he talked on the phone. Probably talking to his mistress. She smiled, or maybe the devious bitch had called him so she could hear his last breathes. Jealous wife couldn’t kill him herself, probably an insurance thing. She loaded her gun with the .243 Winchester, and watched as he stopped at the window. He looked out, opening the glass. She smiled, it was his wife. Spiteful, but helpful. The bullet came, and she quickly reloaded her gun as his body fell down from her sight. They wouldn't find him for at least a few days. He was suppose to be on vacation anyway. Her phone vibrated, as she walked down the back stairs and ran into a crowd of thickly dressed Russians. She blended in with her thick, leather and fur-rimmed coat as she headed for a place to eat. She needed a nice hot meal on a below-freezing night like this. She hated Russia. ---------- The warm cup of tea sat at her side as she looked around the busy tavern. People moved around her as if she didn’t exist. She wasn’t pretty, she was short, and there was nothing special about her plain brown hair. That was how life worked for her, she wasn’t to be seen, even if she wasn’t on a job. The waitress stopped at her table and unloaded the Perepecha cakes, with a bowl of Fish Galki soup. The smell sent her mouth salivating and she quickly dug in. She dipped the cakes in, soaking them in the hot liquid that made up the broth. Nothing like a Russian meal.
