...someone call the ambulance, there's gonna be an accident... I'm coming up on infrared, there is nobody who can hide you 'cause I can see in the dark...
She sort of knew she shouldn't have taken the job.
It should've been enough, the torture at Hannibal's hands, the loss of Handler, all of it. Finding Dean and a new vocation should've been enough. River Tam killing her should've been enough.
But money was money.
The number she'd said had been huge for a reason; Aeon didn't think The Suit would fork that over. But he had. And now she had a new mark.
He wasn't a hard man to track.
For starters, he was... well, huge. And strange. And he had power. Aeon knew that. If he didn't have power, no one would want him killed.
She'd followed him for a day, and she knew, by rote, where he went and when he went there. She knew everything.
It was her job to know.
She leaned back against the wall and shut her eyes as he walked past, this time, armed to the teeth but pretty sure she did not need to be for this assignment.