A pair of lips curled upward into a smile, as the owner peered through the scope in his sniper. His target? A fifty-two-year-old Caucasian male with the name of Henry Erickson. His crime? Cheating on his superstar wife of thirty years; Cassandra Little.

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"Can you do it?" She asked, her voice quivering with anger. A man, twisting his dagger on the edge of his finger smiled, tapping the knife against his chin.

"For the right price, I'll kill anyone," he replied, flinching forward, making Cassandra's body-guards jump towards him. He let out a hearty laugh. "Jumpy fellows, aren't they?"

"How much do you want?" Cassandra was twisting her scarf around her hand, biting her lower lip. She was nervous. And he could tell.

"Hmm... fifty thousand."

"Fifty thousand?!" She repeated incredulously. Sebastian nodded, polishing his dagger with his shirt. He stood up slowly, Cassandra following with her eyes.

"Well I mean if that's too much to ask, simply find someone else who-"

"NO! Nobody else will do it... Okay, I'll pay for it. Cash?" Cassandra sounded panicky, but that just made Sebastian smile more.

"If you can." He replied, sitting back down, and sheathing his dagger on his belt. Cassandra snapped her fingers and forward came on of her bodyguards with a red Prada bag.

"Ooh, fancy~." Sebastian purred, sitting up and rubbing his hands together. The guard dropped it on the table sitting between him and the superstar. Sebastian sat forward and slowly opened it, inside were many stacks of money. He picked them up and ran his thumb across the top of it.

"Pleasure doing business with you Cassandra Little. Now, if you excuse me, I'll be off to commit this murder." Sebastian stood, grabbing the bag. The guard opened his mouth to say something, but Sebastian pulled out his dagger and clicked his tongue. "I'll be taking the bag too, assassin's have style, too, y'know."

"It's fine, Romeo, let him have it," Cassandra said quickly, the guard stepping back with a look of disgust on his face. Cassandra stood and walked in front of Sebastian, still wrapping and unwrapping her hand on her scarf. "Y-you won't tell anyone of this, will you?"

Sebastian smiled, putting his index finger under her chin. "Secrecy is my number one priority. well, it ties with the assassination, but yes, I won't tell anyone..."

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He laughed quietly, thinking back to events from earlier tonight. "Such a sweet, and nervous woman. I wonder why he would want to cheat on her."Sebastian thought, shrugging to himself.

As he watched his target, out from the car he had arrived in, exited a small woman, with thick, black hair, and a maroon dress on. She was very pretty. But she was also very young. "Is this the mistress?" Sebastian didn't care if it was or wasn't. It was his job to take out Henry. Slowly, he took aim on his target, aiming right for the back of his head. he took in one more breath.

BAM!

He pulled the trigger, and the last thing Henry Erickson would see was his mistress. The woman screamed, looking toward where the shot came from. Sebastian ducked down, holding his gun close to his chest. Quickly, out of his pocket, he pulled his phone. He tapped a number from his contacts and held the phone to his ear.

"Is it done?" Cassandra asked when she picked up. The distant sound of police sirens could be heard. The woman obviously had called the cops.

"Yes, ma'am. Nice doing business with you." And with that, Sebastian took off on the rooftops, slinging his gun on his shoulder, and hanging up his phone. he could hear the blades of a chopper. "Damn, most women don't think of that." He thought, smirking as he jumped down, and continued to run.

                                "This is going to be a fun night!~"