Honestly Connie had expected better, for an extensive mob family that was supposed to have taken over the city of Las Vegas and was supposed to be dangerous to even speak of in a voice louder than a whisper, one would think that the home of their most important member would be more protected. But she had been circling the house for the better half of an hour, on foot, casing the joint to see if there were any signs of life, she could see no movement in the windows and as far as she could tell all of the vehicles in the immediate area of the home were empty so no hidden surveillance at all. It didn't make any sense. It was actually a little disconcerting, so much so that C.T had to pull from her pocket a folded envelope from her pocket that she had used to jot down details, scribbled on the white of the envelope was the address which after double checking C.T determined to match up, hell the model of car in the driveway even matched the model that Jaycee had given her as a reference. C.T briefly thought of looking over the photo of her target again, but decided that the extra layer of caution could be skipped, she knew what the man looked like, even without the photos in the envelope she would be able to point him out in a line up, now she just had to execute.
That was all it took to get C.T moving across the street to the home she had been checking out, bypassing the front door en route of another potential entrance she had saw around back, one that wasn't the back door, but an open window she had saw on the back of the house, not all the way open mind you, but enough for C.T to push her way through. The window sat above the back door which had a wooden outcropping something that a light woman like C.T could easily balance upon, without to much trouble. All it took was one silent jump and C.T was scaling onto the out cropping and quietly forcing the window open farther until she could reach up and pull herself into it, the window was surprising low to the ground when taken from the perspective of the inside of the house, it wasn't much of a drop for C.T once she was sitting on the window frame, so she was able to drop into the house silently, good thing too, because she had noticed on her way in that this was a bed room, and that there was an unmistakably human sized lump in the bed. C.T moved closer to check the bed, her eyes not adjusting for the darkness quite as fast she would have hoped but as she got closer she noted a full head of her, and upon stepping closer she could see that sleeping peacefully in her bed was the mark's daughter Libera, C.T was to leave her unharmed, so she did just that sneaking towards the girls slightly ajar door peeking out before she scuttled into the hall, deciding to click the door closed behind her.
In the immediate area there were 3 doors one was wide open and the other two were closed, the open door was, from what C.T could see, an office, but from her angle she couldn't see anyone inside, the door to her immediate left was again closed but it had a light emitting from the cracks and she could her sounds of life, and the door in front of her didn't seem to have a light on so she assumed it to be empty. C.T was going to try opening it to test her theory, but more noise came from the door to her left, the sound of flushing followed by running water, bathroom. C.T made the decision now to hurry into the office and wait behind the door for whoever it was to enter, she settled into position and waited, whoever it was washing their hands was taking their sweet time, but she'd let em, she didn't want to rush anything and end up getting herself shot. Eventually her patience seemed to have paid off, the door opened, and she heard the light being clicked off, before footsteps could be heard approaching the office on the hardwood floor. C.T waited, closed her eyes took a deep breath and counted the steps until they were upon her. She opened her eyes then and poked her head out seeing for the first time her target, at least from the back, but the profile was the same, and if it was a mistake she'd just clean her mess.
C.T lunged into action, the man was bigger than her, but she would used that to her advantage, as she pulled her blade from it's sheath in the mall of her back, in one motion she covered her target Tidus' lips with one hand, and with the other she used her knife to run a deep sawing line across his throat, she heard his muffled sounds of protest, but quickly took multiple steps back, pulling him down to the ground with him, she used her legs around his waist to lock his arms in place and from there she muffled his cries with both her hands allowing her cuts to do the damage as he bleed out, soon his cries turned to gurgles as the blood seeped into his airways she felt it safe to let go now, as he was coughing blood onto her hands, and he was getting heavy, so C.T released him, pushing her off of him as he rolled uselessly on to his side, still gagging on his own blood, C.T wanted to just leave him there, but she feared that Libera would awake and find him so she dragged him deeper into the room, where the slight noises he was making were even more muffled. She saw his hands moving to his throat to try and stop some of the blood flow, but she grabbed them and pinned them to his chest until his eyes started to roll into his head and his struggling stopped, and then he was gone. C.T took a deep breath, let out another sigh, and started to wipe the sweat from her brow with the sleeve of her shirt until she noticed movement out of the corner of her eyes, instantly she was on her feet knife drawn ready to strike whoever it was that had walked in on her, but as her eyes met her new targets, she was frozen in place by the intensity of the gaze. C.T recognized the woman yes, Henrietta Auditorre, she was the Marks wife, a widow now, but she didn't have the look of a woman who had just witnessed her husbands murder, not she had this hungry look to her, one that C.T found almost delicious. Connie licked her lips, wiped the blood from her hands, and met the woman's gaze equally, her own spontaneous lust clouding her judgement, as this woman who should have become another target as soon as she entered C.T's line of sight, became a different sort of prey.