The Death Of | Sub Story

[Chi Vu Tze]

She lined up the sights on her sniper rifle.

She knew exactley what she was doing.

Durant had payed her more than enough to cover the expenses. She pondered over one single questions though- why this person? Why was it so imperitive that this figure, who sat smiling on a park bench, be taken out of the picture?

Her finger eased upon the trigger and she paused. This was no personal vendetta. This was cold blooded murder.

She felt her heart pump.

Once.

Twice.

She took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.  

[Chi Vu Tze]

She watched as the body fell to the ground. Everybody in the vacinty scattered. They ran. From her location they seemed like nothing more than ants running from a flood.

She hastily packed up her rifle into the case. Holding it by her side she took one last glance down to where the figure now lay dead. Bleeding on the ground. She turned her head. Her raven hair danced in the light as her footsteps echoed out across the top of the building.

Taking out her cell phone she dialled quickly as she continued walking,

"Its done...
You'll have no more problems with that pesky researcher...
No it wasnt any problem....
Yes, yes, just you make sure the money is in my account by the end of the hour or you'll be next on my list..."

Usually Durant was not the kind of man you threaten. He had more power than what anybody could ever imagine.

Today she wasnt in the mood for his antics though.

This was one death she would not celebrate.

This was a dark day.