New York City, NY
Jeanette's eyes widened. Did this man work for one of her competitors? How else would he know about her side business? She definitely had to get out of here, now. She tried opening the door but there was a child lock on. She tried rolling down the window to open the door from the outside, but it was also locked. She tried waving down other cars in the vicinity, but no one seemed to be able to hear or see her. She was stuck.
Meanwhile on the other side of town...
I wiped the red liquid off my axe. I do like this business suit, what a shame it got covered in blood. One of the technologies the Association gives us to use is ACM, an Appearance Changing Mechanism. It looks like a watch, totally inconspicuous, and it has a couple of different settings. It can shift your appearance at any moment, and it can be used to look like anyone you have a picture of, and it wasn't hard to find a picture of the CEO of a major business online. So, on camera, it looked like Jeanette Murchadha went into her office with a briefcase for a meeting, gave a coffee to the security guard at the front door, sent out all of her non essential employees, and had a meeting with some important clients. She had the decency to lock the door so their meeting would not be disturbed. During her presentation, however, she opened up her briefcase, took out an axe, and bludgeoned and hacked them all to death. She then wiped the blood off of the murder weapon, put it back into her suitcase, and walked out after a quick stop to the restroom. If the police were to look at her credit card records, they would find that she spent fifty three dollars and thirteen cents at the Renovator's Supply Incorporated, the exact cost of the specific type of axe that she used.
As I was on my way out, I made a quick stop to the restroom to wash up and look somewhat presentable. I wiped the blood off my face and hands, and put my hair in a ponytail to hide some of the blood that was now ingrained in it. I left the bathroom, the one safety net I had was the gloves on my hands. No matter how you look, a fingerprint will surely get you caught, and no matter how good the ACM is, it can not change your fingerprints. I walked past the sleeping security guard, the one that seemed so grateful to me for bringing him a cup of drugged coffee, and walked out. It was rush hour, so the streets were flooded with people. I blended into the crowd and took off the ACM and put it in my pocket, returning to my normal self. I walked the four blocks to where the chevy was waiting, and hopped in and started driving towards the meet up point. I looked at the clock and sighed. I'm gonna be late.