Prologue:
A woman stood putting a small gun together while a man hovered over her eagerly. She had a few more parts left and she would be done.
The room they were in was dark and shadowed the woman's face, though she didn't need it. A black scarf was wrapped around her head and neck and black sunglasses covered her face almost completely. She looked dangerous as many people in these parts did, but the man didn't care. These were hard times and he needed business anywhere he could get it, even if that meant having shady strangers like this woman buying from him.
With a few more clicks and snaps the last piece of the gun was put in place. The woman grinned with satisfaction.
"It's a great gun ma'am, one of the best –" the man was saying nervously.
"Bizui. I'll decide that for myself," she interrupted. Her voice was cold and dangerous.
"Yes ma'am, of course," the man said as his voice cracked.
The woman then turned to face a picture of a young man with neat, parted black hair and brilliant blue eyes. Quickly she raised the gun and pulled the trigger making one swift motion. A shot rang out echoing in the empty, rundown house and a hole appeared in the middle of the picture's forehead. The man gulped while a nasty grin spread across the woman's face.
"Sufficient enough ma'am?" he asked wiping sweat from his brow.
"Very," she said. "I'll take it."
"Yes ma'am," said the man hurrying over to the gun. The woman never took her eyes off of the picture.
"You'll pay for Tracey's death," she muttered. "Goodbye Simon Tam."