I forgot to mention if nobody really realized it, but when words are in italics that means the character is thinking something. Sorry about telling you guys so late. :p And, yes the chapter is really short. He he.

Chapter 3

Killers Collide

I can't let my emotions get in the way. She gently laid the pillow down and wiped her eyes as she descended out the window. The night air was cool in her hair, gently obscuring her view for a few seconds. Strapping her shuko (ninja hand claws), she moved down the bricks digging into the grooves. She climbed down from the tenth to the second floor, and looked in. The wind was slowly blowing Christie's curtains on the balcony.

She's really intent on that screen. Through the white linen, she saw Christie looking at a laptop, her still eyes intent on the screen. The room was pitch black, save for the illumination from the laptop. She leaned back and yawned as she began to sip some champagne by herself. She hissed, apparently not used to the intensity of the drink. She began to type some more and Ayane heard a ringing sound. Christie smiled, surveyed it, and stood up. As Christie stood up Ayane noticed that Christie was wearing a stunning white dress that went over her curves perfectly, and she was slipping on stilettos. It was obviously a ruse for her target so she could get close enough to him, or maybe her. She shuddered at the thought. Ayane was surprised by Christie's cleverness and even more startled as she strapped a blade to her thigh. However, she saw that underneath the dress was a pair of jeans. She took a pistol and placed it in a handbag. Closing the laptop gently, she adjusted her bra and opened the door.

Ayane was nearly about to climb in but Christie peeked over her shoulder, obviously aware of something lurking in the shadows. Ayane's heart started racing fiercely as she approached. Christie ran toward the balcony, and looked around. She saw nothing. Placing a camera on her window sill she left, and closed the door with a resounding bang. Ayane was clutching the brick wall above Christie and was sweating heavily.

Ayane threw a shuriken right in the middle of the camera and it fizzed dead. Luckily the door to the balcony was unlocked, so Ayane climbed in with relative ease. What she beheld had her take in her breath sharply. Hmm, I thought a cold hearted killer's room would be much more sullen. Placed strategically on her walls was a mosaic, to make it appear as if her wall was an actual, living Parisian street. It was simply beautiful, the Eiffel tower illuminated in golden sunshine and vibrant neon lights showering a bistro with color. The moon was placed above her tiny kitchen surrounded by beautiful clouds with silver lining. I could live in a place like this. She was ready to sit in her underwear, get some popcorn and watch a movie. But the job had to be done. She would have to do it silently, and not messily since blood would arouse the staff far worse than if they didn't see her at all.

She positioned herself beneath a table and began to look for anything that would give her away. Blinking in the corner was another camera, she threw a shuriken. It fizzed and she found two more, destroyed them, and began to move on. How simple does she think I am? She must've thought a guy was doing the job. Hmm this is good. There's a lot of closets, plenty of places to hide; a huge counter, bedroom, bathroom. This is way too easy; I should be getting paid for this crap. She chuckled silently and grinned. Just out of curiosity she looked at Christie's laptop. "Sheez, this light is blinding." As her eyes focused she saw an old man. Although she could tell he was of age, there were no creases on his face that indicated old age.

NAME: CHRISTOPHER BALLARD
HEIGHT:'6"1
AGE: 52
CLIENT: UNKNOWN BIO: He was once a double agent whom of which worked at DOATEC for Donovan.
He disclosed info to unknown people, giving Donovan's plans out to the highest bidder. Once discovered he fled for Singapore, under the alias
David Bogart and now he resides in Paris, France.
Social Sec: 25678220015
Aliases: David Bogart; Pierre Wellington
Weight: 207 lbs

Her eyes darted from across one side of the screen to the other. She devoured his info, so that just in case her plan up until now didn't work she would simply trail him to get Christie.
I wonder if she does ever gonna' get this guy. She knew that an assassin had to complete the job no matter what the cost so Christie definitely would follow Christopher.