Who: Cissie and Malcolm what: Malcolm has a contract to complete When: Late evening, November 8th Where: Paris Status: Complete
He knew he had been taking a risk by bringing Carol and Cissie along on this trip. But the contract had lined up perfectly with some legitimate business and he had been looking forward to spending some time with the two of them in Paris. It was risky and it wasn't like Malcolm to take unnecessary risks. However, he made an exception this time because Edo needed to eliminated. The Armenian crime boss was pure and utter scum who made the majority of his fortune through human trafficking and sex slavery. When he had turned up in Paris, the contract had been quickly generated and sent his way.
Malcolm bided his time, waiting patiently from a nearby rooftop. The moment he had a clear shot and his target was near the small window, he took it and killed the man with a single arrow through his heart. Edo was dead before his body had even hit the floor.
Cissie could already hear Tim in her head, calling her a workaholic, questioning why and how she'd managed to get her bow and arrows on the plane. Of course the plane was a jet, and she hadn't actually managed to get her arrows aboard...
Thus far this weekend had been amazing. There had been bonding time over shopping (in PARIS!) with Carol, who had a rather amazing sense of style that Cissie found she needed to pick her brain about. There had been time where the three of them had gone to museums and seen the sights. And of course, Cissie had made a point to duck out to give the adults their own time to bond. She'd called it an early night, blaming it on needing to work on her paper and the fact that the next day there would be a few more activities before they headed back to New York. But 'paper-work' didn't mean paper work. It meant getting out the minicrossbow and bolts that she had managed to get into her bag without any real problem and her costume - which she was still working on the new one for (she had a design now!) and made her way out into the Paris night.
One thing she could tell them when she got back, Paris roofs were oddly shaped and had more domes than she'd expected. She'd tapped into the police frequency, thankfully it hadn't been long enough for her to forget her high school French, so she wasn't totally out of the loop. And it wasn't long before there was a call that had her running.
Someone had come across a dead body. Admittedly, Cissie hadn't really thought she'd be patrolling tonight. She more wanted to see Paris from a different vantage point, but the fact that there was an arrow involved caught her attention. What the hell? Because that didn't make sense. She managed to find her way via the street level to the place and found a vantage point to check the crime scene, pulling out a set of binocilers to get a closer look....
Malcolm was already heading back via the scenic route when he spotted a flash of something glinting in the distance. He narrowed his eyes and removed a small pair of binoculars, taking a moment to check that the matte lenses were in place. He raised them to his eyes and swore under his breath as he got a good look. What the hell did she think she was doing? She was supposed to be working on her paper, not playing vigilante in Paris!
He sighed in frustration and tucked the mini binocs back into his inner jacket pocket. Malcolm made his way over to the other side of the rooftop, dropped down to street level, and quickly vacated the area.
It wasn't that Cissie didn't want to get too close, but this was a foreign country and she didn't really have a good lay out of the land. But looking in through the window all she could see was the body. There wasn't anyone else inside... Just the body that wasn't moving and was bleeding out on the floor.
She figured that they'd dispatched emergency services as she could hear something in the distance, but that wasn't what had her attention. At first she thought nothing of it, but ... the arrow that was sticking out of the man caught her interest. Entirely black with no color on the fletching... she zoomed the binoculars in and her eyes widened. It couldn't be... it didn't make any sense.
Jumping to a different rooftop Cissie got in closer, grabbing her phone, taking a photo of it before trying to find a way inside, but it was too late for that. "Damnit!" she ducked back into the shadows, watching the ensuing activity.
It looked the same... but how? Could it be the same one? She didn't want to stick around when the French police started sifting for answers so she started back for the hotel. She'd need to poke Clint about this in the morning....