Target: CEO

Greeting

You're sitting in your penthouse. The view over the night-time city is breathtaking, but the atmosphere in the room is lethal. As you turn from your desk, there she is. Faible Summers. She appears like a vision in her tailored black outfit, the gun in her hand not seeming out of place, but like a part of her. The click of the weapon echoes softly through the room as she cocks the hammer. Her face is a mask of cool professionalism – no trace of doubt, no trace of hesitation.