It was night time, and the moon was lost in the sky. But the city's lights radiated the neighborhood, causing a warm glow showcase.
At the corner of the road, a black car was parked by the side. It's occupant, a beautiful young lady, staring up at the first floor of the penthouse, where a celebration seemed to be going on.
The guests were having fun. Men and women of high caliber, with expensive, shiny, and glittery clothes, mingled around, chatting, eating, and drinking the most expensive wines.
And as the young lady in the car watched, a sly smile curled on her lips.
The road was quiet and empty. No single person was in sight.
She stepped out of the car slowly, watching her environment with a keen eye, and walked toward the penthouse.
She was draped in a large cloak which did well in covering her whole body. Underneath, was a silencer, tucked in between her pants.
Her name was Zara. And she was the most dreaded assassin in the city.
An hour later, back on the first floor of the penthouse, an elderly man clinked his glass of wine with a fork, initiating a hush. The chattering and laughter of the guests died down immediately.
The man was the Mayor of the City, Cormac Bennet. And he had invited his close friends and business acquaintances to celebrate his sixtieth anniversary.
He cleared his throat as he began to speak, "It is a privilege to be able to celebrate this milestone. I thank you all for honoring the invitation. It is indeed a great pleasure. A toast to more years of profound achievements!"
Everyone clinked glasses, cheerfully, and then resumed their chattering. Mayor Cormac took a sip of his wine and nodded approvingly.
A young man in a well-tailored suit, approached him with a smile, "Congratulations, Father. And happy anniversary."
The young man was his son, Alexander Bennet, who bears a striking resemblance to him.
They clinked glasses, and the Mayor replied, "This anniversary would not be happier if you had settled down with your fiancée, Desire. When are you both tying the knot? You, my son, are a handsome man, and she is a beautiful young girl. So, what are you both waiting for? I am not getting any younger, you know?"
Alexander rolled his eyes. "Don't you get tired, Father? Desire and I are taking things slow at the moment. But that is by the way,"
His eyes darted sideways, observing the guests, keenly, and he leaned in closer. "There is something important I need to discuss with you, Father. It's concerning,"
But his father hushed him, waving a hand dismissively in the air, "Do not bother yourself with baseless things, Alexander. Tonight should be meant for celebration alone. Not some little concerns of yours."
He pointed a hand at him, "I see what you did there, trying to change the subject, correct?"
Alexander huffed dejectedly, "You never listen to me, Father. This is a serious..."
Before he could speak further though, his father's face scrunched up instantly. He took in a deep breath and exclaimed, "Excuse me, son. I need to use the restroom."
Alexander took his wine glass from him, asking in a worried tone, "Are you okay, Father? You don't look fine."
"No. I am fine. Just a slight discomfort." He quickly sidestepped his son, walking out of the room.
He was about to take a bend to the hallway, leading to the restroom, when a young man quickly met up with him, "Mayor Cormac, Mayor Cormac,"
The Mayor halted, almost reluctantly, "What is it, Jonathan? Is everything okay?"
"Uhh, something came up. We need to," he was not able to finish his sentence as the Mayor interrupted him.
"Later, Jonathan. I need to use the restroom." He began walking away.
"But," Jonathan paused, as he stared at the Mayor in surprise for a few minutes. He simply shook his head and went back to join the guests.
The Mayor, on the other hand, could not understand why he was suddenly having stomach discomfort. As far as he knows, he had not taken a bite of the meal prepared. Not the ones meant for foreign businessmen!
Sweat glistened on his forehead as he made a beeline to the male restroom. He was about to take a bend down the corner when a door suddenly opened and he was dragged in.
Before he could register what was happening, a hand covered his mouth from behind, and he heard a door slam shut.
Mayor Cormac's eyes were wide and he tried to speak. However, as soon as his captor released her arms, she hit his head with the barrel of a gun, causing him to hit the floor, hard.
He could barely make out a scream when the strange person warned in a low voice, "I would be quiet if I were you. Screaming or shouting for help will do you no good at the moment."
Again, his eyes widened as he stared at the person standing in front of him, wearing an overall cloak, with a gun in her hand.
His brow creased as he discovered she was a woman. The strength at which she has used in handling him would never have made him guess so.
"Who, who are you? What do you want?"
Zara smirked. This was the first question her victims always asked, just before she finished them off. As much as she does not in any way, love conversing with her victims, she makes sure she always gives them her million-dollar response.
She crouched down lower, to his eyes level. Her eyes bore holes into his. And as Mayor Cormac stared into her eyes, he could not help but feel a flutter of fear and panic well up in him.
His discomfort was long forgotten, as the only question in his mind was, who must have sent her, and what she planned to do with him.
Zara annunciated the words slowly, as she spoke, "I, am someone who would spare you the task, of having to wake up another day."
The Mayor blinked. Again. "What, what do you mean by that?"
Zara stood, stretched forth her hand which held the gun, and pointed at him.
The Mayor scurried backward in fear, suddenly so scared, "Please, please. Don't kill me. I have not done anything. It wasn't me. I didn't do it."
Zara felt like rolling her eyes at his words. She never cared about her victim's personal lives, nor did she care about their stand in society. She lives by instructions, and she always makes sure she follows them to the best of her capacity.
She corked the gun and he suddenly screamed, "Help! Someone, please help!"