A cloud started to cover the moon. As darkness slid over the street, one shadow looked a little darker than the others. And suddenly the shadow started moving, backing deeper into the darkness of the alleyway.

On a closer inspection, the shadow seemed to be wearing a black trench coat with white marks down the sleeves, his eyes covered with sunglasses even in the darkness. With one gloved hand, he snapped the screen away from the back part of the door facing the alley and opened the latch from the inside. The door swung open and the shadow cautiously stepped in the room. In his hands a thin wire suddenly appeared, stretched taunt.

There was a slight noise and the shadow halted. Something was wrong. He could tell it already.

Suddenly the cloud across the moon moved on in its path. Light from the full moon streamed across the room.

The shadow, nothing more than a man, stood in shock at what he saw.

Across the room, standing in the corner, was a young woman, daggers in each hand. Two men lay dead in front of her. The men he was supposed to kill. She looked at him with a tear streaked face, then promptly collapsed to the floor.