Elektra preferred the night for a good hunt above everything else, but some prey only came out in the daytime. Thus was the case with the gentleman before her, cup of tea in his pudgy hands and lips pursed on the edge. No doubt there were business matters on his mind, but Elektra wasn't one to pry. Her pay came from blood spill and nothing more or less.
"Shall we head back to the hotel then?" She asked, small smile on her lips. It was the kindest gesture a woman could ever produce, but from her expression it could only mean the end was near for someone. Moving slowly, she extracted herself from the seat, her arm slipping into his. For a moment, her sai flashed beneath her trench before she whipped around and they were off heading to the alley. Neat percision and grace, the assassin whipped the elegant blades out and the blood spattered the pavement. All in the concealing walls of the alley.