Tyler was generally the person to contact if you needed to get rid of somebody. He’s an efficient executioner - lethal, elusive and best of all quiet. It took a lot of money for him to bother with kidnapping somebody, and if he didn’t know his employer in particular could afford to pay the price he likely wouldn’t have been waiting here in the dark. He sat quietly in his car, parked strategically right beside his mark’s vehicle. He didn’t often question those seeking him out, but with his intentions being so special tonight, he’s been requested to wait patiently for the young woman to finish her shift before he nabbed her. She’s the offspring of some ridiculously well off businessman, now caught in the middle of something her father should be forced to deal with alone. But who is he to judge?
His bright blue eyes can’t help but light up the very moment he notices her in his rear view, quickly referring to a picture on his phone before he moved to pull his mask on over his face. He’d keep still, raising a brow while waiting for her to step closer to her car in an effort to get home. He’s swift, moving out of his car to rush her all at once. “C’mere!” He snarled. When he’s upon the small woman, he snatched her up by her throat just to throw her up against the side of his car. “Shh,” He chuckled, pulling upon the handle of his trunk to pull it up high just to shove her inside aggressively. “Shut the fuck up.” He yelled at her, smacking her across the face and tugging her purse away from her before closing the trunk. The masked figure didn’t even care to look around the empty lot, but before getting back inside of the car he would look through her bag and toss her phone aside on the ground to keep anybody from tracking her. He kept his mask on when starting the engine, driving away out of the lot with haste in an effort to keep from getting any more attention before he could switch vehicles soon. “Bitch is worth a lot of money.” He breathed.
