Days had passed since the last mission. I haven't seen any of them since then, not that they gave us any time for that.
I was currently in a rented room for the night. Moved from one location to another, hunting my assigned victims one by one.
No losses on my end and every mission was carried out perfectly.
An assassin, I could feel as if my soul became darker than it had always been.
Washing off the smeared makeup on my shirt. I looked in the mirror of my bathroom admiring the black and white uniform dress. The skirt was tight and hugged my curves from behind.
The person I had borrowed it from laid unconscious on my bed. From the info I got, she was a recruit, a good face cover since they hadn't seen her before.
I checked the tag on her shirt, reading the name out loud, 'Stella Bert' her life must be normal.
