No fear for Blades but Something Else
Hed start his proceedures pretty easily. This time it was a minor job. Another “brilliant” contractor who though he’d hacked the system by offering a sacrifice outright and then send him on errands. Rich people were really a weird folk, he though, but it wasnt like he would be able to turn down any job at that point. And these were very well payed errands.
The real part of the job was to track down and bring back a runaway of a daughter, her name, fake name... The man had almost everything figured out, yet he sent a highly skilled assasin on such an errand worthy of a childgroomer of sorts.
In any case, it wasnt that hard to check her accounts, her fake id, her registry. A bit of computering and research that was well over in two hours to get the details right were he wanted them. Attending hero school, yet so young, not even once hed thought that she would provide with any threat possible, so he packed light equipment, if any, anticipating for the worse, he got some basic tools to deal with law enforcement and heroes, such an ocasion as that arrive, hed be ready.
After all, if he were to fail in abducting her, it would take so much more extra effort to get her a second time and he would not see extra for it.
Sighing, he waited at the spot. Her cellphone id had been registered to be passing at this point in town on a regular basis at certain hours. He chose to stand by and wait to ambush her at the latest hour, close to dusk, since people would be already in their homes coddling away from the cold and early winter night.
And so she appeared, around the hour he predicted based on the schedule. And she looked exactly how the photos the father had provided him with. Staring in a dark alley nearby, he waited for her to be a few meters away from her location and then walked into a nearby streetlight.
“Are you Sueoka Himei?” he prosed. Long shadows extended from the streetlight just above him, that, despite that, his masked face and cloak seemed to not light at all, remaining as black and dark as they had beeen in the shadows. “I have something very important-urgent to talk to you.”
His cold raspy voice with jitter carried little to no emotion, and standing still, he was conscious of the dread a teenage girl would be filled with to be in her shoes. Fear caused panic, panic caused mistakes. He would exploit that, not let her utter a noise and be done with nonsense of an errand in an instant.
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