Chapter 1: Black Rose
Lying on the concrete floor on the rooftop of one of the high-rise buildings in Century City (Los Angeles), Eira followed the red line that went through a floor-to-ceiling window and landed at the back of the head of a man laughing with other men in similar formal wear like him.
"Ciao stronza," she smiled and pulled the trigger. Not a second later, her target fell forward with a loud thud, surprising the others who scrambled around, panicked, realizing he had been assassinated.
{Bye-bye bitch.}
"94th target, eliminated." She stood up, disassembling her gun before placing it in a large case beside another custom-built weapon.
"Just six more before I retire." She rolled her neck, feeling the stiffness in her muscles. "Fuck, I can't wait."
Veering around, she took three steps and froze. Men in black combat suits surrounded her, with high-level guns pointed at her.
Mercenaries? Definitely not. These look like highly trained death machines.
Her eyes flicked from one man to the next, scanning the situation and calculating her odds. She quickly realized there was no easy way out of this one. Still, she couldn't help laughing, "Eight of you just for me? The one who sent you must really want me dead. Was it my sister?"
"No," One of the men replied coldly. "You've got plenty of enemies who want you dead. The only reason you're still breathing is that no one was powerful enough to kill you. But you made the mistake of crossing someone you shouldn't have, and now you'll pay for it with your life."