The room is silent as she stares coldly into his eyes. A look in her eyes he had never seen before. Fearless. Emotionless. Blood drips from his chin as he takes his last breath. His eyes close as the revolver clicks, then…bang. Lights out. His body falls limp, stumbling backwards into a desk then crashing to the office floor. She was finally rid of him. He would never hurt her again. The lifeless body of Wayne Thunderbuck lay bleeding across the newly placed carpets of his office floor. Two bullets in his chest and one in his head. His three piece suit was nothing now but another torn shirt. Sarah Johnson had just killed her first man. Liberty city would never be the same.
A beautiful girl pushed to her limit is a weapon waiting to be unleashed. Sarah is a 5'5, long blonde haired, athletic build, blue eyed, Caucasian female. She was the volleyball captain in high school and now…she was a cold killer. Wayne Thunderbuck, although rich, was not innocent by any means. Two days prior to his current assassination, he was caught trying to take advantage of Sarah during an interview for a job at his firm by his secretary, who he later that day also tried assaulting. Wayne had problems. He was a rich and successful man, but a pervert and sex addict. He had previously used his money and power to satisfy his disgusting needs by shooting amateur films in his secret thirty thousand dollar man cave below his firm and offering better job positions for desperate female employees willing to star in his works.
Sarah remembered the popular saying, "with great power comes great responsibility" as she stared at his motionless body. Wayne Thunderbuck had not been responsible. His sick desires and poor moral judgment had finally caught up with him. Sarah was the wrong girl.