Faith Anderson is nothing like Jason Bourne (wanttoforget) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-02-02 23:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | claire washington, faith anderson |
Who: Faith Anderson and Claire Washington
What: Bang bang
When: Wednesday, February 2
Where: Outside the Bristol MTN
Warnings: Violence
She'd done her research. She'd done an excessive amount of research, if only to show Gabriel that she could, and because she found herself without much to do. Unlike the last time, she'd contacted the shadowy figure who'd put out the hit list. She didn't want to run into competition this time, she'd found out how awkward that could be. The man behind the list had said to wait, and offered to double the fee.
Faith was being kept on a leash and she didn't like it one bit. Bourne liked it even less. He knew they were being manipulated, for some reason. Neither of them could come up with a good reason not to wait though, and while Bourne wanted to drop the contract altogether, that double pay appealed to Faith far too much. Besides, what would Gabe say if she just gave up? No way. She was going to see this through.
Finally she'd gotten a message. "Soon." Then another message. "Today." Conveniently the same day another list came out. It couldn't be a coincidence, but it didn't matter. She was ready. Gabe had gotten her to her destination without any trail or any records. He was proving to be a surprisingly handy friend to have, if anyone that surly could be called a friend. If either of them were the sort to have many friends. From there, she was on her own.
No one had been able to pinpoint the location of Camelot's headquarters, so far as she knew, but it general location was an open secret, at least in the right circles. There was tradition and stories to go on. There was also suspicious drains on the power grid and the fact that the Bristol MTN had an abnormal amount of traffic for it's size. That's where she was going to meet up with her target.
She sat in a cafe across the street, staring out the window, apparently lost in thought. She hadn't drawn much attention to herself, although even if she had, they'd be remembering a business woman with neat clothes, trendy glasses, long brown hair, and a soft Welsh accent. It was a simple disguise, just enough to change the immediate impression she left.
When the red-haired woman left the office across the way, Faith followed her. She reached into her coat, fingering the silenced .22 hidden inside. The target crossed the street and she adjusted her own pace to meet her. They collided head on, the daydreamer from the cafe apparently still not paying any attention to where she was going.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She grabbed onto the other woman, apparently trying to keep her balance. In that split second she squeezed the trigger. Once. Twice. Point blank range. "You really should watch where you're going." She kept walking, quickly. She had a private flight to catch.