Jemima
Meteorite
- Joined
- Dec 27, 2013
- Location
- United States
Lara crouched in the shadowed hallway and watched her mark through the paneled glass. The CEO had claimed the offshoot of the 18th floor for his own extravagant office, walled by etched glass and overlooking downtown. Isolating his office on a straight hall made Lara’s job easier – not that it mattered. At close to midnight, everyone had abandoned their cubicles for the weekend. Alexander Hughes seemed close to doing the same. He knuckled his furrowed brow for the second time and tossed another stack of papers in the shred bin. Shrugging off his wrinkled suit jacket, Alexander cradled his head on his desk. He seemed a defeated man for such a large, successful company.
But most of her targets were: defeated men presenting a strong facade for their company, unknowingly drowning in the empire they created. It took Lara time to suppress her pity - her humanity, really - while on the job. Receiving a client order from her agency meant investing time in her target, getting to know them without being known herself, and although it helped to keep her job separate from "normal life" it had become more difficult lately. The city was falling to pieces around her and business was booming. Many of the mysterious deaths on the morning news were her own handiwork - and she imagined the ones that weren't belonged to rival agencies. With so much work to do, her own agency increased the pressure to do it quickly and clean up the mess later. It wasn't Lara's style but with competition growing (between businesses and assassins alike), you never knew what to expect on a mission.
With the man’s eyes closed and head lowered, Lara crept into the soft illumination from his office lights. The expensive glass door opened soundlessly under the pressure of her gloved fingers and Lara slipped into the office. Alexander certainly wasn’t her first target – but he may be the easiest. His oversized ego promised Lara little security around his person, and he always seemed arrogantly unaware of his surroundings. Lara had little trouble surveying him over the past week, mapping his habits and haunts. There was no need for an elaborate plan on this job and, according to Rayne, her client could care less about subtlety. Lara balanced her blade – a dark metal the length of her forearm – and began to sidestep around the large office, intending to slip behind her target to finish things. Alexander appeared to be drifting off, still ignorant of the open door and the threat that prowled across his office floor.
But most of her targets were: defeated men presenting a strong facade for their company, unknowingly drowning in the empire they created. It took Lara time to suppress her pity - her humanity, really - while on the job. Receiving a client order from her agency meant investing time in her target, getting to know them without being known herself, and although it helped to keep her job separate from "normal life" it had become more difficult lately. The city was falling to pieces around her and business was booming. Many of the mysterious deaths on the morning news were her own handiwork - and she imagined the ones that weren't belonged to rival agencies. With so much work to do, her own agency increased the pressure to do it quickly and clean up the mess later. It wasn't Lara's style but with competition growing (between businesses and assassins alike), you never knew what to expect on a mission.
With the man’s eyes closed and head lowered, Lara crept into the soft illumination from his office lights. The expensive glass door opened soundlessly under the pressure of her gloved fingers and Lara slipped into the office. Alexander certainly wasn’t her first target – but he may be the easiest. His oversized ego promised Lara little security around his person, and he always seemed arrogantly unaware of his surroundings. Lara had little trouble surveying him over the past week, mapping his habits and haunts. There was no need for an elaborate plan on this job and, according to Rayne, her client could care less about subtlety. Lara balanced her blade – a dark metal the length of her forearm – and began to sidestep around the large office, intending to slip behind her target to finish things. Alexander appeared to be drifting off, still ignorant of the open door and the threat that prowled across his office floor.