Day 0.
October 1, 1999 - the beginning of the Halloween season.
Brooklyn, New York.
This year, the Met Gala takes place in New York. I received a tip two hours earlier from the "handler" that the target will appear at the gala tonight. Target's name: David McGuinness, one of the richest men that will appear at the gala. Rumours surrounding him were that he fancies ladies of young descent. Still, rumours are rumours and it is none of my business. In our line of work, we never uphold the justice system or answer to anyone else. We just receive any assignment that falls into our speciality and executes the task at hand. Nothing more, nothing less.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw myself, bare and empty just like always. I put on my red dress as it is easy to camouflage blood in it and I won't be as suspicious looking as someone who has a red stain on their white dress. Put on my best make-up, making me look as young as I possibly can to attract the target and hopefully get his attention.
"You look perfect, Li - no, Iron Maiden," I said to my reflection in the mirror.
I set out for my mission and grabbed myself a handy pouch. In these types of missions which take place in a public space, carrying any type of weapon will be the end of me as the security for this event will be tight. Lucky for me, anything that my hand can grab or touch is a weapon to me.
***
At the Met Gala.
I arrived just right in time for the gala. Drove from my current apartment in Brooklyn, New York to the Met Gala taking place near the Madison Square Garden. For this assignment, my handler provided me with a getaway car that I can use and dispose of once I finish my assignment. With my red dress, I was able to get the attention of a couple of people waiting at the entrance of the gala.
"You came by yourself, Miss..?" the receptionist awaits my response.
"It's Miss Allen, sir," I respond.
"Oh, yes! One invite from Miss Nora Allen. Quite a reputable name there, if I must say." the receptionist strikes up a conversation with me.
Seems like my charm not only affected the people outside but so is the receptionist as well.
"You're not the first one to tell me that. Well then, have a nice evening to you." I bid my farewell and went straight inside the gala.
Slowly but surely, a large crowd starts forming after getting past the entrance. The event hasn't started yet so I have time to plan my first contact with the target. I scan through the guests and without a doubt, it's filled with well-known people but underneath those masks they put on themselves are their ugly real selves. The one leaning at the bar talking to the bartender and striking up a conversation is none other than Miles Myers - an actor/singer who made a name for himself in the industry by being the next incarnation of Elvis but in reality, he's a twisted individual who takes leisure in breaking his partners physically and psychological until they off themselves. That bartender right there who acts flirty around Myers is another one to look out for. She's pretty infamous in the black market for being dubbed as "The Man Eater" for she targets a prey of her own choosing and lures them into a death trap, torturing them in one way or another. Most of her dealings have something to do with "donating body parts for scientific purposes" and the only thing she never puts on sale in the black market is her prey's genitals. As to where they could be, only she could ever know where it is. Knowing that these two preying on each other are some sick individuals, I can't help myself but think about who will prevail between the two of them by the end of it all.
Everything that I've mentioned is only just scratching the surface. The Met Gala itself is nothing but a facade so these sick individuals can gather their prey and no one will question if anyone goes missing or their records will be kept under the table. Amongst those sick individuals is my target for this mission: David McGuinness. One thing known about him publicly is that he loves donating to orphanages specifically and to normal people, he is seen as a very kind, down-to-Earth type of person who loves helping people in need. Unfortunately for those kids, the home they thought to be is only a place like an auction to Mister McGuinness where he spend millions to acquire a specimen of his own choosing.
These ugly truths are the ones behind events such as these. While having all of these thoughts as I scan the room, my eyes met with my target. I decided to not make the first move and that decision came to fruition when I saw him getting close to me. Thankfully, the brief given to me is accurate and I am able to have the upper hand in this situation.
"Hello there, young miss. Are you here just by yourself?" he asks me.
Now is the time to play as my character.
"U-um, it's actually my first time here and I am supposed to be with my butler but he seemed to go off somewhere and left me by myself," I answer his question as I wear a worried look on my face.
"Oh, that's not good don't you think? Leaving a frail young lady as you are. Do you want to join my table as you wait for your butler?" he offers me a seat at their table.
Seating at the same table as he does seems a good offer, especially in my mission where I need to get close to him but I prefer for him to be isolated if possible. I grabbed him by the arms, purposely rubbing my bosoms as I tugged his sleeves.
"I will actually prefer if I stay away from the tables in case he looks for me. Plus, I wouldn't want to bother your table by being there." I insist as I look at the change in his expression, showing more of his inner thoughts.
"Oh, is that so? Well, do you want me to accompany you myself? I know a place where people might know where your butler went." he suggests with a smirk on his face.
Based on his expression, he will isolate me and put me to sleep with chloroform on a piece of cloth. So far so good and everything is going the way I planned it. Now, I just need to purposefully fall to his schemes.
"R-really? Thank you very much!" I 'enthusiastically' respond to his advances.
I followed him and just as I anticipated, he put me to sleep as soon as we are out of the crowd's sight. I just need 20 minutes before the pills I drank earlier before I went to the gala kick in. Once I regain consciousness, it will be game over for him.