The professional
As an alarm went off in a small apartment room, the lone occupant slowly got up and switched it off. With a stretch the man who got out of bed and went through his regular morning rituals including bathing, getting dressed and brewing some coffee before checking his laptop for any new jobs. Now he was a simple man and didn't wave many wants or needs in life, but he did have a rather sought after skill set that people would pay anything to have. Although after the breach many of his regular customers no longer ask for his services, and he assumed that they did not survive. But he wasn't to worried as long as there were people in the world there would by someone who wanted some else dead, and today was no exception.
Looking through his regular source for contracts he found that there was only one new available job directly asking for his attention was waiting for him. Clicking the message it was automatically downloaded and sent through a decryption software producing a document on the target including medical history, regular hangout, associates, and price for completing the job. Reading over the document multiple times before his eye landed over the name of the target and briefly wondered why the client would be willing to seek outside help for this one. However, it wasn't his job to ask why and with one last chug of coffee he sent a message accepting the contract and headed out while carrying a duffel bag.
One week later
It had taken a week of observation, but he had found the perfect location to complete the job. It was a parking garage that was heavily damaged in the Grimm attack then abandon and had a view of the targets favorite cafe. And so on the day of the hit he found himself claiming to the fourth floor of the parking garage and once there he opened up the duffel bag and removed the partly disassembled sniper rifle. Quickly reassembling the rifle and setting up he lied in wait for his target to arrived at the cafe.
As the minutes turned to hours, he continued to wait patiently as the day went on. As the clock hit noon, the target arrived accompanied by her three fellow teammates sitting at one of the outside tables with the target directly facing the sniper. However, one of her companions sat directly across from her blocking his shot and he refused to take out anyone he hadn't agreed to. And so he waited as his target and her teammate ordered their food and seemed to discuss what looked to be a school-related subject if the textbook one of them had where any indication.
But as their waitress arrived having some difficulty caring the trays of food with their food the one who had been blocking his shot got up to help her. With a clear shot, he took up the opportunity to chambering a custom made dust round bring the sights up to his eye and with final breath lined up his cross hair on the white haired heiress.
And fired.