"Red Snow White," A voice buzzed in her ear.
"Yes," she said, her voice icy.
"The target is walking towards you. Look at 9:00."
Cocking her head to the side, she sees a middle aged man. Remembering the file she had reviewed last night, this man was known as John Lowny. A public service officer who was involved in a case related to an assassin in her guild. Apparently this man had been able to not only disarm the assassin who attacked him, but he had also turned the assassin into the authorities. Needless to say, the assassin was taken care of, probably sent to one of those horrid research laboratories. However, an officer that can take down a mid ranking assassin is a serious threat to the guild. So, the officer had to go.
"The target is at the crosswalk," the voice reminds her, her earpiece vibrating.
"Don't worry," she smiles, "I've got this."
Her hand rests snuggly on the trigger. She smiles as she aims, and pulls the trigger. She watches as the target falls onto the ground, blood pooling around his head, and the foam rising from his mouth. She watches as chaos ensues. The screams and the stampedes of people that flee from the area.
"It's finished," she says into her mic.
"Well done," the voice responds, "I'll inform the Poseidon."
"Any other tasks I must complete today before heading back to the guild?"
"None."
The Red Snow White smiles, swinging the guitar shaped case on her back, she struts down the street meeting the sunset with each stride she takes.
By nightfall, the Red Snow White arrives at an alleyway. She travels down the alley, and weaves through the alleys until she reaches a vintage wooden door. She touches the metal knocker, which is shaped like the devil. She raises the knocker, then releases it, the metal thudding loudly against the wood. The door creaks open, and the Red Snow White slips inside.
The hall goes quiet as she steps into the guild. Eyes filled with disgust, hatred, and envy watch her every move as she walks down the hall to the throne. Falling gracefully into a kneel, she bows her head before the throne.
"I've done what you've asked of me," she says, her voice echoing throughout the room.
"Well done," a voice purrs. "As expected of my dear apprentice. You'll be rewarded tomorrow morning."
Her head still lowered, she responds in a similar tone, "Thank you Master."
The Red Snow White moves to stand, but her Master's voice stops her.
"Wait," they say their feline voice echoing, "It's been how many years dear apprentice?"
"Twelve," She mumbles.
"How old are you again?"
"Sixteen."
The man nods. "Yes I believe it's time."
"Time for what?" She questions.
"Time for you to become the very next Amphitrite. In other words, you'll be taking over my position."
The hall roars with disapproval. Protests, and screams of rage sounding throughout the hall.
But, amongst all the screams and protests. The master's and apprentice's eyes meet. And, they each flash a wicked smile, their eyes gleaming with mischief and evil.