Katie smiled at security as she handed them her invitation, all dolled up. She looked every bit the upper-crust lady, her arm gently entwined with the tuxedo-clad man next to her. Red lips and gently curled hair, she thanked the men as they let them inside. Background music floated out, and the pair climbed the sloping steps that lead up the front door. It was opened for them, and they casually strolled inside. Her dark red dress gently swished against the back of her legs, heels quietly clipping the floor.
They set to work, eyes peeled for their target. They chatted, briefly meeting other important people as they worked the floor. Eventually, Katie set her sights on the man they wanted. He was an up-and-coming older man who was predicted to possibly be voted in an mayor next year. Vehemently anti-crime, their boss didn't like him. Katie's gaze dipped down as she surreptitiously pressed a finger to her ear, murmuring, 'target acquired.' The affirmation came back, and she looked back to him again.
A moment later, there were screams as fire rushed out from beneath her fingertips. An elegant snake of fire leapt out to swirl around the politician, and her partner smirked as he disappeared and reappeared, lips drawn back in a snarl as he brandished firearms at the guests. There was mass panic, confusion, but Katie was emotionless. This was her job, and emotions were only for show. "Scorpion sends his regards," she said simply, raising her arms in preparation to set him alight. He screamed.