The wind whistled loudly through the small alleyway. It looked dark and abandoned; The perfect place to be doing any shady business. That was the only reason why Darius Jackson was standing there, late at night, waiting for an unknown client.
Though this sort of situation was becoming normal for Darius, he still hated that the only way people would ever contact him was in person and to remain anonymous. Although, it did make sense, Darius figured, if things went wrong they wouldn't want him hunting down them now, would they? He let out a sigh and granted his proud posture a break, what with the client nowhere to be seen. It didn't matter how late they came, as long Darius was paid he didn't mind waiting in a dark, gloomy alley. Well, in a way he did, but in his world, money ALWAYS came first. He sighed contently at the thought of money and allowed his mind to wonder, to think about all the glorious things he could do with that money.
Darius' thoughts weren't to last, though. He had soon spotted a hooded figure out of the corner of his eye which seemed to be making it's way towards him. Coward.. Darius thought to himself as he watched the paranoid figure's head turning to look behind every few seconds, as if making sure no one was following it. Darius stood up straight and waited for the figure to reach him. Well, what did you expect? He wasn't going to go walking to them now, was he? No, not when he was the one who had been waiting for just under an hour.
A low cough escaped the figure's hood. "Santiago?" It questioned, trying evidently too hard to hide it's real voice. "That would be me," Darius began, "Please, don't bother trying to hide your voice. If I ever were to hunt you down I would make sure it was by something more reliable than your accent." The hooded figure retorted and then faked a small laugh, seemingly hiding the fact that it was afraid. "Well then, down to business. Not that I need to say anything, All I need to do is give you this note." The figure, said, handing Darius an envelope before skulking away down the alley. Darius rolled his eyes. He was always given notes, it seemed people were too scared to be within his presence for too long.
Darius opened the envelope to see a slip of paper tucked inside. He took it out, unfolded it and began to read:
It is my absolute pleasure to present you with your next mission. I'm sure you have heard of Mr. Dietrich, a very wealthy man. Well, he has lots of enemies. Including me. I want him dealt with, thought not in the way that comes to mind. I don't want you to take him out. I want you to kidnap his daughter, who I unfortunately do not know the name of.
You may be thinking that this isn't much help, but also enclosed in the letter is a small photograph of who we believe to be the female previously mentioned. On the back of that photograph is a location. This is where you will bring her once you have her safely under your control.
We are unaware of her location at the current moment, but are sure that she is close by.
Under no circumstances should you kill this female. Hurt her, manipulate her, do whatever you need to, to get her to go with you. Just do NOT kill her. Understand?
I bid you good luck, old friend,
Darius folded the letter up and put it in his jacket pocket before he emptied the envelope to find a very small, bad quality, picture of the female mentioned in the letter. He smirked, seemingly pleased with his given job. It didn't look too hard to complete, it wasn't like the female would be able to protect herself. Darius put the small picture in the same pocket he put the note in, dropping the empty envelope on the floor. He slowly made his way out of the alleyway, thinking of the first location to search for his next victim.