Claudia shifted again on her perch, huffing in annoyance. If anyone were to pay attention to their surroundings, they would have noticed the strange woman kneeling on the balcony of an abandoned apartment, gun clutched in hand. But no one did, and she was allowed to work in semi-peace. As much peace as one could have when they were sent out to kill someone.
Supposed name was Karl Silverman, male, age unknown to Claudia. He was her current target. He was pretty high up on the list of to-gos, most likely because he had been a witness, and witnesses couldn't survive. The whole job would have been over already, but the man chose to stay holed up in his apartment for the time being. How boring. Claudia continued to sit kneel on the balcony, shifting every few minutes and mumbling under her breath. She hadn't brought her rifle, knowing that it was too noticeable for this part of town and too heavy to climb with. She would at least have some entertainment if she'd brought it, if cleaning large guns was your idea of fun. She had left it in her current home, an abandoned building in one of the rougher parts of town, which seemed to have multiplied since Nemsemet took over. Damn mummy.
Claudia was shaken from these thoughts by Karram peering out his window. He stayed there for a few moments, before moving. Claudia watched intently,waiting for an opportunity. Finally he left his apartment, descending the stairs. He crossed the street to one of the buildings below Claudia and several feet to the left. He seemed distracted, as if listening to someone on the other side of the door. Perfect. Claudia swung off the balcony to the street two floors below, landing silently. Her left hand slid the side arm she was holding back into its place on her belt, while her right reached around to the small of her back, grasping the knife that was sheathed there. She had brought a few different blades, most hidden. She wore a black coat that reached mid thigh, black pants, a dark blue shirt and a pair of leather boots. Around her middle was a large leather belt with several pouches and holsters, mostly for weapons, but they served other purposes.
Claudia stood slowly, analyzing her target. If she was quiet and he remained distracted, she would have a chance to surprise him and get the upper hand. Claudia creeped over, feet not making a sound. She had an odd feeling, almost as if she knew this person. She paused behind him, knife halfway out. He seemed so familiar, but she couldn't tell. It was making her frustrated. Giving up on figuring it out, Claudia fully unsheathed the knife and raised it over her shoulder, ready to deliver the killing blow and- Wait. She could hear people talking. It was loud, as if intentional. Most likely so this man could hear. So they knew there was someone outside. Claudia quickly slid her knife back into its holster before pulling a surgical mask out of one of the pouches and pulling it over her face. She silently cursed herself for not bringing a better disguise, in case anyone knew her. She pulled her coat tight around herself as if cold and stepped back several feet, waiting to see what would become of the situation.
