Who: Faith Anderson and Gabriel Coeus What: Rival assassins making a living When: Late evening Where: A bank building in Chicago
There was a list of names out. Someone's twisted Christmas list, people they wanted gone. Each one with an impressive price tag, guaranteed by the infamous "Mercury". Business rivals, personal grudges, it wasn't hard to imagine why someone would want people out of the way. Faith did wonder if "Mercury" knew just how many of the people on his (or her?) wish list were reincarnates. Bourne suspected a conspiracy and wanted to look into it. Faith stayed out of it. Getting the job done and not asking questions was what had gotten her this far, and she was sticking with that plan. This was her chance to move up a step in the world and she wasn't going to blow it.
Getting into the building hadn't been that hard. For her, anyway. The bank's central offices were well protected, especially late in the evening, but she'd waylaid one of the janitorial staff on her way here and taken over the unfortunate woman's job for the night. By the time she came around it wouldn't matter, Faith would be long gone, and until then no one paid any attention to who was cleaning their floors and emptying their trash. The ID got her in. The pass and keys got her around the quiet building. She made her way up to the executive offices.
The elevator slid open with a quiet ding. A security guard came by to investigate, but found it empty. Faith kept her breathing near silent in the narrow space she'd slid herself into behind the reception desk. She'd never taken on a job quite like this before. It had always been deliveries, spying, a few thefts, taking out two or three low level criminals. No one with a price like this. No one that would be noticed or protected. It was time though. She was sick of shit pay for shitty assignments. Bourne had made a name for himself, he'd taken down the imposer Bourne, he'd gotten to the Jackal. Faith would do the same. She'd do better. She didn't have the complications he had. She didn't have to worry about the government and she didn't have to worry about David Webb.
She slipped out of her hiding place and followed the guard. Her deceptively pale and delicate hand covered his mouth. Her knee connected sharply with his back, right in the kidney and almost before he could react she had her taser pressed to his chest. A few seconds later the guard was out cold and unceremoniously pushed to the side of the corridor. The target's office was just ahead, a narrow beam of light shining beneath the door. This wasn't as hard as she thought it might be.