"Let's do this." The girl says to herself, exhaling sharply and removing the safety catch on the gun. A sniper rifle.
The receiver in her ear vibrates as a voice sounds from within it.
"Silence, you ready? Remember. Shoot, kill, run."
"Got it." Silence places bullet after bullet into the magazine. Each clicking into place inside.
Silence watches with her one good eye, the building. It's an abandoned warehouse constructed from corrugated iron, covered in graffiti. Inside is a drug cartel with over £100,000,000 worth of cocaine. But, the drugs isn't what she's after.
"There he is." Silence draws in a sharp breath through her teeth as she spied the well-built man wearing an expensive looking suit. He is talking on his phone, leaning against the warehouse wall. His name, Barry Lezewski.
Barry Lezewski. Drug dealer. This piece of shit has been walking the earth for forty-one years and is one of the most feared men in the business. He once shot a man merely for giving him a traffic ticket.
Absolute scum. The kind of person someone like Kira would go after.
Clearly, Silence has been doing her homework.
She lies on her stomach on the apartment building roof, watching Barry through the scope, lining up the crosshairs so the bullet should land exactly on his temple. In turn, it should should break through the skull and straight through the brain, killing him instantly.
Well, that's the plan.
Adjusting the eyepatch over her right eye, she places her gloved hands on the gun, her small fingers on the trigger, ready to blow Barry Lezewski's head clean off.
Barry strokes his moustache, laughs at something the person on the end of the phone says. Silence pulls the trigger.
A loud bang reverberates through the area. The bullet takes less than a second to reach Barry Lezewski, giving him no time to react. He crumples to the ground like a tent that has had all the guy ropes and poles removed. Blood pools around him and his phone falls out of his hand.
The three men inside the building run outside, panicked and one yelps when he spots Lezewski's body. The look around wildly for any other activity but the air is silent.
Silence packs up the gun and makes her escape, down the fire escape and into the crowd in the street below. The gun is disguised as a violin case so she just looks like an ordinary music student or street busker. It's funny really, nobody knows that the innocent-looking teenager has just killed a man not more than a minute ago. Silence is often amused by this. She wonders what these people would think if they knew of all the things that she's done in her life.