My thoughts lead back to you;
It was the same process every time, work beckoned his expertise in the art of murder and he was the artist ready to work upon command for more than the pay, the pleasure that followed closely behind it was far more rewarding. He waited patiently as the leader looked through files and papers hoping to find the correct one. "Ah" he cooed in pleasure as he pulled out the paper, he was about to see his new target.
But the picture was blurred and it left him confused, looking down at the paper and back up at Lazarus. "What the hell is this?" he was confused with what he was given, it was a blurred picture of what looked like a women, a name and a place that she typically was found, it was shady and he had an unsettling feeling that came with it. Who the hell was Tiffany, reading through her file more he found out that she was a hacker and was potentially capable of robbing arcanum of their money and so it was up to Joon to stop the threat for good.
"Do your job, Joon." Lazarus's voice was laced with poison and it was the only voice Joon understood, constantly pressing his leaders buttons and he knew when and when to not talk. Letting out a sigh he nodded and dismissed the aggression. "Yes sir." taking the paper and going over it the best he could.
Tiffany, he let out a huff, rubbing the back of his head, the directions of the library she worked at, and that was the first place he would head, it was getting close to about one and it seemed like a good time to go, and he found no use in slowing down; How hard would it be to kill off a little librarian who hid behind a computer as her line of work?
It was only a ten minute car ride and before he knew it he was standing in front of the library, it was a Sunday and it was closing in an hour anyway, slipping inside he sauntered along the book shelves eyeing the titles and caressing the spines of the books, his finger tips grazing along every one that rested in his path, there were a few people but as the time passed a lot were leaving, and pretty soon it would be him and a few workers left, possibly?
Skimming through books and putting them back into their designated places. "Tiffany~!" a voice chimed and throwing his attention away from the literature and onto where the voice was coming from, he could only see the backs of their heads but he was now able to pin point his target, causing him to pull his gloves from his back pockets and flipping them over his hands, curling his fingers around the hilt of his knife, his desired weapon of choice.
"I'm tired, do you mind closing today?" the unknown voice asked confidently and his eyes were glued to the figures. "Ah - sure!" the other voiced back, the blonde clapped in excitement and they exchanged hugs and then it was just him and her. She was placing books back, in whatever order her job demanded. The big bad hacker and yet she was so easy to track down.
His steps were light as he drew himself closer and closer, close enough that he found himself able to smell the perfume the doused herself - possibly too much in. Licking his lips his heart started to pound, in a swift movement he grabbed her from behind and pressed the sharp end of his blade against the curve of her jaw line. "So, big bad hacker. How does it feel to know youre going to die?"
The body struggled beneath his grip, his heart was pounding in his chest as excitement started to build he was the hunter and she was the hunted, and he was going to enjoy each and every moment of the struggle, and happily watch the life be sucked out of her eyes as she took her last breath.