among the rooftops w/ @deiter-neumann
The job came like they all do. Just a faceless demand for information and request for silence. It was always silence that was the stipulation for those of weak stomach and strong heart. True silence and peace of mind was something that was only possible through death, at least as Channing was taught. As long as air passed through their lips, so could words. Death had never been something that she shied away from, it was simply part of the job. A job that she had become quite skilled at over the years. This task appeared just as any other did, nothing more than a get in and get out with what I want type of situation. As the blonde tucked back into the shadows, the blood that stained her cheek lost into the shadow of her hood as Channing ventured away from the business building and to the agreed rendezvous point.
The night was beautiful, in a wicked sort of way, as the full moon hovered so low in the sky that the rooftop was bathed in its glow. Still, the fixer hung in the shadows awaiting the temporary business partner to show their face. The part of the deal that always assured her safety and her secrecy, it was always easier to kill prey from the shadows. Whether or not this person would be another prey tonight was yet to be determined. At least, it was until the door cracked and her eyes turned to the face emerging into the suddenly now eerie glow of the moon. Channing was left stunned as the charming smile and handsome eyes she had enjoyed partaking in during their brief exchanges stood in anticipation of her arrival. How could it be? He was too innocent, too kind for a deal of this nature. Or, was he like her, merely a vapor in the sun waiting to be interpreted by whoever passed?