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A tower of considerable height stood tall and proud over a wonderous grassy plain with a small fountain decorating the center. The tower stuck exactly 9 P.M. with it's long and beautifully crafted hands.
Standing on top of the tower, was a woman. Her long dark red purplish hair flowed down her back in spikey waves. The wind carried her long hair into a single direction that complimented her beauty. A sniper rifle graced itself in her right hand as she prepared to finish her next assignment. Her bangs covered her eyes but do not let that fool you. Her vision is more then is seems.
"It doesn't matter that you don't know the name of your target."
From where she stood, she put the rifle to her eye and held it firmly in her grasp. She looked through the scope to see her victim. Waiting for the right moment. Watching his every move.
"There's only one thing you have to do."
Using the scope, she could barely see the people at the fountain.
"Tsk. Annoying."
She tsked in annoyance and took the scope off. She threw it to the ground and used her eyes to spot the target instead.
A middle aged man with blond hair and dark eyes walked the plains. He had a mustache and a fairly average height. A brown colored suit could be seen on him as he stopped in his place to check his pocket watch.
"No matter how far away the prey is from your eyes, the only path is has is to be shot be you."
The woman sat down with her legs bent in front of her. Her rifle was once again, tucked snugly against her as she prepared to shoot the man with one shot. With her eyes, she could see much better than any scope that was made.
A path had been open to her. Just a small one. But she could take it. She could take that path, and be on her merry way.
Suddenly, the man kneeled and hugged his small son that ran across the plain to meet him. The child pointed to his mother that walked shortly after him. He was meeting his family at this hour. Such a scene caused her to waver slightly.
"There's only one thing you have to do."
Attempting to gather her senses, she concentrated on him and him only. Her finger was placed shakily over the trigger. Just one more push and her job would be complete. She would be on her merry way soon. But is that what she really wanted?
"Looking at those beautiful eyes of yours makes me want to hire you from some work. The will has explained everything."
Her finger over the trigger stopped. A man's voice could be heard from her position. In reality, he stood behind her only several feet back.
She turned around and directed her rifle to him. But there was no one. Where had the man gone?
"Nike Shooter Tunke."
The man reappeared behind her and held her scope in his hand. Slightly affected by his being, she sat without movement and waited for his next move.
"I'll let you know the details of the work."
He whispered those words in her ear. They rang into her and a slight shiver could be felt.
She sighed and put her rifle down against her thighs. She turned around and looked at him with a fierce red eye that seemed to hold its own shine in the misty night.
"What is the work about?"
He looked at her and smiled.
Suddenly, he moved closer to her. His toned but slim body pressed against her back. A blush form on her cheeks as she felt him leaning on her.
"It would be a waste to lose such beautiful eyes to a vulgar job like this." said the man. He wrapped his arms around her and attacked her neck with soft kisses.
"Ahh." moaned the woman. Pleasure was coursing through her veins from the kisses that this man was giving her.
With one final kiss, he smiled against her soft and pale neck.