"The boy should be there by tomorrow." He reported, running his fingers through his slick, black hair. It was streaked with silver-that was his trademark.
"Understood. And the girl?" She inquired, running dark purple lipstick over her pale lips. She wore similarly colored eye shadow, matching her dark violet eyes. Black eyeliner gave her a cat-like look.
He smiled, but it didn't have the warmth a smile should carry. Instead, his smile looked creepy. His stark white teeth glinted in the dim light provided by the moon. A thin, pale scar made its way down his left cheek, adding to the menacing look. "Oh, she'll be here. Two minutes or so, I suspect."
A dark look crossed her face, and she smiled cruelly. She reached into the folds of her coat and retrieved a shiny black object.
"You do the boy. I'll take the girl."
"Right." He nodded and disappeared into the deeper shadows of the alleyway. She, meanwhile, stepped further into the moonlight. The alleyway was dark enough that no one would be able to see her face, much less recognize her. The dark makeup helped, of course.
There, not ten yards away from her, was the girl. Her target. She was walking down the street, holding a small Pokémon in her arms.
The woman held up the black object. It was half concealed by her hand, but there was no mistaking what it was.
She kissed the barrel of the gun and took aim.
...
Perhaps six hours later, the man stood behind the house. His breath turned to fog in the crisp morning air, and he pulled his coat tighter around him. The long, dark garment had loose arms and reached well below his waist, and the hood concealed his recognizable hair. He had carefully streaked his face with charcoal-just below the eyes and around the mouth. If he were to be seen, getting away would not be a problem; the disguise was so his looks could not be accurately assessed by any onlookers.
Similarly to the way his female colleague had done, the man reached into the folds of his coat. But rather than pulling out a gun, he retrieved a small, ropelike item and held it between two fingers.
The boy... he would be asleep now.
Perfect.
The man struck the match against a board on the house. Once. Twice.
Then a small flame appeared, licking at the edges of the wood hungrily. It wouldn't last to long in this cold weather, though...
A small canteen lay on the ground at his feet. Reaching down to pick it up, he sprinkled the liquid contents on the slabs of wood that made up the house. The flame grew considerably, and would continue to grow.
"Gasoline," he said, flashing another creepy smile. "And fire. Lovely, lovely."
There was no need to conceal any evidence. As long as he did his job, it didn't matter if people knew this was arson or not. He dropped the match and the empty gas canteen on the ground.
Pulling out an XTransceiver, he pressed a button. For a few moments, all he could see on the screen was static. However, an image soon came into focus. It was his female comrade.
"The job is done." He stated.
"Same here." She replied.
Part One of the project was complete.