plotted starter for @telekineticben
Lucy has been planning this hit for months, stalking her father's movements, his shipments. Hell, she even has one of his goons strung up in her basement by his ankles. She sits, perched on the edge of a roof across the way from her father's corporate building. Munching on a hot dog in one hand and peering through a pair of binoculars held in the other, she hums a soft song to herself to pass the time.
Lucy is extremely impatient in most things in her life except for stalking her next hit. She makes a game of it, it's fun for her. There's a reason she's such a hot commodity in the criminal underbelly. She's efficient and a professional.
Her eyes snap down to her cheap watch, checking the time. A smirk grows on her face as she tosses the half-eaten hot dog over the edge and licks the corner of her mouth to rid herself of any leftover mustard. Stashing away her binoculars, Lucy stands slowly and slips on her carbon fiber mask that fit snugly around the lower half of her face.
With that, she grapples off the side of the building, allowing herself some time to freefall before saving herself at the last second. With a grunt, the brunette unclips herself from her wire and lands in a low crouch. She slowly approaches the side of the building, slipping in through the blind spots and quietly taking out every guard as she goes. Lucy's quick on her feet and silent when she needs to be. This is a special hit; she can't exactly go in quipping and guns blazing.
It takes her quite some time to make her way up to her father’s top floor office, but soon enough, every guard is indisposed and she's approaching his door, pistol drawn. With a few deep breaths, she composes herself before drawing back and kicking the door in.
