Alecta hadn't officially decided that tonight would be the night, but the truth was, she's been stalling this job for too long. Usually, she preferred to get it done in a week or so - the sooner she was prepared for the kill, the better, but of course, that didn't mean she hurried anything, heavens no, hurrying was a fatal mistake - but every contract was different. There were simple cases, and then there were more complex cases.
Cian Wilde was the latter.
She'll admit, she didn't particularly like assassinating people from the guild, but it happened every now and then - it was the Thieves Guild after all, full of people with questionable morals, people with enemies on every corner, herself being no exception. And she wasn't famous for turning down jobs. Work was work and money was money. She would get a nice amount of money for Cian Wilde and that was more than enough for Alecta. So naturally, she kept her concerns to herself, signed the contract and from that moment, Cian Wilde became the Subject, just as everyone else before him.
Names weren't necessary in this line of work. On the contrary, it made your job harder. One of the first lessons she learned was that the less you thought of them as an actual human being, the easier it would be to kill them. Once, in the beginning, she made the mistake of growing too fond of one of her targets - a women in her 40s who reminded Alecta too much of her mother. She had a heart of gold, and what's more, she was a florist too, a fact which hit too close to home. In the end, she ended up killing the woman, then slicing the husband's throat who wanted her dead, making two kids orphans. After this incident, targets became the Subject. No names, no attachment, it was simple as that.
Alecta drummed her fingers on the table, an untouched glass of water sitting in front of her. Alcohol was out of the question - you just don't drink while working, and she had the bad habit of not knowing the limit once she's tasted the first slip. Thus, water was the safe choice. She's been watching the Subject for over an hour now and he didn't seem to notice - truth be told, no one paid attention to the lone woman sitting in the shadows. Attention was something she craved and needed, just like air, it was a necessity to survive, but not these times. She wanted to blend in the crowd and so she did, with her more than ordinary clothes. Gone were the fancy jewelry and pretty dresses, she now wore something much more comfortable and fitting for the job.
She watched as the Subject wandered over to a blonde woman - her back was turned to Alecta so she couldn't tell who it was but she didn't particularly care, not when she just got her golden opportunity. Alecta was aware the Subject was a bit of a... womanizer, but that only worked in her favor. If he hit it off with her, took her home, she could attack while he was unprepared and vulnerable, catch him off guard. Nothing was more effective than attacking when the target was unprepared and vulnerable. As for the women... if she was a problem, Alecta would take her down too.