The tall lady assassin was asleep and curled up in the bed. She had been in a desperate search for Ronald in the last three days. The first time she found him, it would have been possible to successfully shoot at one of his limbs, but he was lucky that the gatekeeper came from nowhere to rescue him. Consequently, she would need to put in extra efforts to be able to track him at the second attempt, because the moment a rat manages to escape from your trap, it is very difficult to catch it again.
In her dream she had been watching the repeat telecast of the failed library-shooting-scene. On waking up from her sleep, she ironically felt happy instead of being sad– just the way she felt just the day she successfully sighted Ronald near the library!
A few minutes after Ronald had entered the library, she followed him and fired a shot at him, but narrowly missed target. All the same, she considered it a success to have located the hardest target since Ronald was like a rat scurrying speedily all across the map of the city. She had to cover the tourist sites several times. Twice she had sighted him near taxi cabs, and each time she tried to target Ronald, he would quickly board a taxi and vanish into thin air! She had never found a target as slippery as Ronald who was making her run a lot. She would devour such a target…
It was easier to search for Papa whom she followed from the very beginning. The hotel receptionist informed her that Papa was heading to Rejismundi. By the time she got close to the hotel, he got information that Papa had already left the place. With great expectation and hope, she boarded a flight to Rejismundi. This cost her a lot of money.
After searching some grand palaces and star hotels for Papa, it dawned on her that she thought that Papa would never hide in those places since he had a knack for exotic things.
Then the word 'nomads' or 'nomadics' struck her mind and she promptly made enquiries about Rejismundii nomads and where they circle.
She visited each area either by a jeep or on a camel's back. At last she found out and shot at him before the crowd of nomads. This was the first feather on her crown!
She knew that Papa was exotic, while Ronald the rat was poetic. After targeting Papa, she got information that Ronald was in Triges, even though she expected him to be at the heritage sites or attending some classical music concerts. She was damn right! Spotting him was quite easy, but apprehending him was quite a herculean task.
On two occasions, she spotted him from a close range, but couldn't still catch him. He was reading just before her in the library, but she could not shoot him this time because the smart rat had found out that he was a target.
Anyway, there was no harm making serious efforts to chase this cunny rat that had now gone into hiding. As a matter of fact, it would be fun doing so. Thus, she would have to be a snake by entering the rat's hole to eat him up inside there. But the very difficult task now was how to find the rat's hole!