The man was quite handsome, actually, but she paid no attention to that unimportant fact. Large amber eyes scanned his body, checking for weapons and finding none. Blood-red lips curved into a smile of satisfaction. This would be a cinch. Completely invisible, she silently made her way over to where he sat, unperturbed and safe in his large, cushioned chair. But no, it couldn't be this way. She couldn't just kill him without him knowing who did it. With a thought, she disabled the Snake Talisman. "Emarc," she breathed into his ear. He froze as he heard that familiar seductive voice. By the time the knife found its way to his throat, it was too late to do anything. Green eyes wide open, he stared at her, dumbfounded. "Jade," he uttered just before his tense body suddenly relaxed in death. "Yes, that's me." She didn't bother to take out the jade-studded knife that was still imbedded in his neck. It was her customary signature that she usually left with her victims, but this time, it was a special case. It was Emarc, after all. He deserved something more. Without the slightest hesitation, she took off her necklace. The handcraft on this piece of jewelry was seemingly impossible. An almost invisible silver chain led to the center of the necklace, which had a simple teardrop- shaped gemstone. Jade, of course. It was the thinness of the chain that made it so priceless. No jewelry-maker could construct such slim, yet strong silver. But then, no jewelry-maker had Hong Kong's machines to help them. But it wasn't the price of the necklace that mattered; it was what the necklace meant. It severed her last tie to the modern, high-tech world that she had left. It severed her last tie to her past. Those who realized that would finally realize that the funny, life-loving Jade was completely gone.

She carelessly dropped the necklace into Emarc's open palm. Reactivating the Talisman, she left through the open window.