NOT TO BE SEEN
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken – it's still NAMCO…
She was flipping the bag over her shoulder and proceeded along the stairway. Somehow she didn't like stairs but somehow they were always easier to handle than elevators. God, elevators were so damn messed up! She didn't get stuck in one of them just once. She prefered stairs, no matter what. Stairsways were always dim and she liked not to be seen, after all, this was part of her job, or not? Noone really needed to know that she was there in person. Sooner or later they always found out that she had been there but then it was usually too late. Her job was quite simple – get there, do the job, leave.
She was good at what she was doing, damn good, and she had masses of jobs waiting for her to be done. Today was one of those she kept for a special occasion. She knew what she had to do, it was somehow always the same, but this job had something to do with, let's say, pleasure and enjoyment. It wasn't just an everyday job, it was one of THE jobs.
She opened the door to the roof and shivered at the sudden cold. She cursed to herself for not taking another jacket with her. Bad luck, baby. Sighing, she went on to the edge of the roof, checking the environment and the big open space beneath her. The street lighting was already on and the slightly snow covered pavement glittered like strewed with diamonds. Only a few cars were driving by, the area should have been secured some hours ago but it seemed like security had failed, in fact she had also been able to get on that rooftop. She was always proving those jerks wrong.
She smiled and put the big shoulderbag down. A slight metallic click was to be heard and she softyl stroke over the strong polycloth of the bag. The zipper opened without a noise and she put her soft buckskin gloves on, before she took out a big sheepskin and put several metallic parts onto it. Slowly and concentrated she put the parts together and laid the reassembled rifle on the skin. She wasn't nervous ever but she loved some good chewing gum and the cold wind made her lips dry and rough. It wasn't very long to wait anymore.
She got into position when the first few strechcars arrived. She knew exactly which one she was aiming at.
Slightly chewing on her gum and looking through the rifle scope she waited patiently for HER car to arrive. She was waiting for a shiny black Mercedes strech which didn't come along for some time but she knew that it would come. HE had to come.
Then it arrived. Cheering groups of reporters gathered around the red carpet that was ending straight at the edge of the pavement, securities trying to hold the croud back with little success. She was activating her rifle, her finger resting slightly at the trigger. She stopped chewing her gum and concentrated on the people who left the car. They all wore black tuxedos and went inside over the long red carpet. She cracked a smile when she saw the noticable spike of jetblack hair leaving the car but stopped smiling when another one followed suit.
"What the…?" she cursed. They walked on to the entrance and she was still deciding what to do. She was paid for only one shot, but she didn't know whom of the two similar looking men she should choose. She took her finger off the trigger and stared trough her scope. She decided not to shot anybody, as the first of the two men had already entered the theatre.
But just as she wanted to put her rifle down, Kazuya turned around, looking straight up to her, smiling. It was the one shot of her life.