6'2", 195; solid bod'
Brown eyes, brunette hair
Phillip finished his shower and dressed, interrupting the donning of his suit with slinging the shoulder harness around his arms. He checked the 9mm under his left arm for a full load and the holders under his right arm for the two extra clips and silencer.
He returned to the hotel suite's kitchenette, looking at the 8x10 glossy laying in amongst a mess of papers, ranging from school schedules to medical reports to email chat records. He had it all, and he felt as if he knew the woman he was about to stalk.
His cell beeped with a well timed text message from a contact in the city police department's electronics division:
Dance club, 12th and Harrington
Phillip was torn about clubs. They provided him with cover -- he was just another guy in the crowd -- but they also hid potential dangers. As he adjusted the weapon inside his suit jacket, he contemplated on the difference in potential dangers to himself, and to the pretty blond.
Half an hour later, he was standing on the mezzanine over the club's central dance floor staring at one of those potential dangers to Alessa Taylor ... or, at least, to her keeping her panties in place at nights end. Phillip could tell from the man's body language -- particularly from the way he ogled Alessa in her tiny black dress -- that he both had just recently met her and had a woody that was about to split his crotch.
Phillip took a moment to appreciate his target as well. She was, indeed, an erotically beautiful woman. Flawless face, stylish hair, shapely body: she had it going, he thought the phrase was or once was. It was kind of a shame, though: women like that always made Phillip's job harder to complete.
He watched her wade through the crowd to the bar and descended, coming right up behind her as she was paying for the drinks. As she looked to the bartender, handing over her cash, Phillip dropped a tracker -- half the size of a penny, thin, and very inconspicuous -- into her purse. Even though he knew it was likely just her clubbing purse and tomorrow the tracker would only tell Phillip where her closet currently was, it would serve him tonight if he lost sight of her.
He returned to the mezzanine to watch her and her new beau, eager for her to call it a night so he could get out of this noise and heat.