Who: Domino & Open Where: Gotham City, New Jersey When: April 1st, 2012, Wee early hours of the morning What: Domino is in Gotham to do some work and could end up interrupted on a job. Rating: R, violence
Neena hated going to Gotham. It wasn't that she really hated the city, but more of a problem with the caped heroes that lingered there and her appearance's common association with a certain sociopath with a love for dressing like a playing card that was often tossed to the side. But there she was and only because the money was too good to refuse. So there she was, squatting at the top of a building, dressed from head to toe in black, the material thick to protect her from the elements and still allowing her to move easily so she could do her job. Guns strapped to her legs via thigh holsters, another set of guns on the shoulder holsters and strap of magazines ready to be loaded should she need them running across her chest.
"It's too quiet," she muttered to herself, noting the strange absence of this part of town's usually ambient chatter of small crime at work. She rose to her feet and looked over her shoulder before turning and stepping back onto the roof. Her target was still inside the building trying to negotiate the sale of goods that weren't his. Mercenary work usually meant a soldier for hire, tonight it meant an assassin needing to punish a man who took something that wasn't his and thought he could get away with it.
She pulled up the thin black case, opening it to reveal the pieces of the sniper rifle within. Neena went to work quickly, putting the pieces together as if it were as natural as breathing. With a satisfying click, she set it up on the edge of the building's ledge and peered through the scope to prepare the shot. Settling herself comfortably, she could see through the shot window and was only going to take the shot if he actually handed the goods over. If he was smart, he'd chicken out and leave.
Hopefully that wasn't the case, otherwise she would have come all the way out here for nothing.