Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160909223421

Rain was pouring down in the city, a cloud of falling droplets of water so thick that few people could even see ten metres in front of them. Yet, people still flocked to the party being held by an unknown hostess. It was planned to be an amazing, fun night.

But someone was here to crash the party.

He'd been assigned an assassination contract, something he wouldn't usually take up. However, hbe had been informed by his contractor, who was anonymous as usual, that this person was a particular piece of work. She'd gone through terrorism plots, assassinations, tortures, the works. Dust really didn't need to question it, he'd heard of the name before, and apparently, the person he'd kill would be attending this party, wide open, perfect spot to kill.

So it was because of this, Dust now stoof atop the roof of the mansion, pearing down into the dancing guests from a high-up windowlight. The man was covered in water and rain, making him almost invisible amongst the downpour, a phantom, a ghost, and avenging demon who'd come to pick up what was due.

Billabong clicked in his hands, and he took careful aim at the masked figure, who danced on the floor below. She had skill, he would give her that....almost on par with his partner.

Too bad that she was his target today, though.

Too bad. 