Chapter 1
Lang Lupin, 34. Auxiliary commander of the White Fang. Expert in low impact kinetics and lead tactician of the White Fang. Ruby's next target.
Ruby stared down range with her spotting scope, noting wind speeds, air density, humidity, distance, the works. 2 kilometers uphill with 20 mph wind speeds weren't making the shot any easier. Ruby adjusted the scope of Crescent Rose accordingly and lined up the shot.
Lupin was just pacing outside the White Fang headquarters almost like grunt that just joined the organization, a green newbie assigned to the tedious work. Perhaps this was their attempt to hide him in plain sight or maybe they were just understaffed. Either way, Ruby was sure this was her target. After watching him pace for half an hour, she finally inhaled deeply, exhaled, and pulled the trigger. The blowback from the rifle sent leaves rustling around her and caused her white cloak to flap. White wasn't the ideal color for stealthy assassinations, she had to admit, but that hardly mattered at the distances she was working from.
She watched down the scope as her target's head disappeared and he fell to his knees before collapsing forward. People around him turned to see their comrade obliterated and only jumped moments later when the sound of the shot reached their ears.
One shot, one kill.
Ruby casually poured water on the barrel to cool it before wiping it down with a cloth and folding it up. She stood up and headed back home to pick up the second half of the payment. Half when the assignment is given, half when the assignment is given. The unspoken agreement.
Vale Central Park, second tree from the bench in the little notch.