Closing the computer, a lady in her twenties could be seen. Her hair ashen, her clothes rich with vibrant colors. Her name, Ash. "Okay the target should be at the club by now. Make it quick and natural."
Such a message was relayed to her through an earpiece. She took out her black leather gloves, adjusted them before exiting the motel room she was in. The faint sounds of couples arguing could be heard in the room adjacent to hers, barking of dogs at the distance and fluorescent lights buzzing above her.
Hopping in a bus, late in the night there were barely any people in it as she headed towards the city which gleamed with life. Neon lights flashing all over be it from luxurious suites or clubs that drummed ear defeaning rhythms. All kinds of screams and yells filling the air as she made her arrival.
