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Post by Beriadan on Dec 22, 2023 20:36:31 GMT
The street was lit up and filled with revelry, neon and strobes pushing the shadows into wild dances across the walls and into the deep alleys. It was evening, full of life and laughter, crammed building to building with drunken merry-makers and drug-addled deviants as they went between the various sleazy clubs and sticky bars.
Carolina leant against the outside of one of the louder clubs, the smell of sweat and stale beer filling the air, mingling with smoke that drifted from her cigarette and a hundred others. Her dark eyes were hidden behind gold-tinted glasses, watching and surveying the crowds as they ebbed and flowed. She was feigning someone without a care, despite the fact her mind was alert and intense. She was, after all, on the job. Her target was somewhere in the crowd, blissfully unaware that she was watching, waiting, ready to strike.
Carolina exhaled a thick plume of smoke into the cold evening air, adding to the cloud that hung over the neon street. Against her ribs, she felt the comforting heavy cold of her pistol. She had been trailing this target for a few weeks now. Tonight was the night. She exhaled again, pushing herself from the wall with a seemingly casual movement.
Tonight was the night.
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