a job (open)
The assignments had stopped coming. Handler left her alone. But the dying and coming back thing... that kept happening.
She wasn't a recluse, but Aeon had learned to stay off the radar. She learned to stay out of the paths of people like River Tam and Hannibal Lecter. People like Dexter, too... she had a good idea what kind of guy he was.
She did wonder if Dean was alright, but self-preservation came first, for now.
This was why when a note appeared in her mailbox saying there was a new assignment, Aeon was both shocked and confused. This was not Handler's doing... but it could be The City's. Or, for that matter, anyone who really had a bone to pick with someone else here.
That didn't narrow it down.
The assassin went to the place specified in the note to meet with whoever it was that wanted her services. She sat now in a cold room with one-way glass, watching the door.