Her file stated her house address right there on the paper. Apparently she lives in this huge house, but only she has been spotted leaving and entering. After dark, I hid among the shadows nearby, waiting for her to go on her midnight “walk”.
A couple minutes after midnight, I saw her exit the front door, shrouded in a large cloak. Gee, how inconspicuous, Lucy. I followed her at a distance, as I’ve witnessed firsthand how observant she is of people and her surroundings.
I watched as she ran for about 30 minutes before entering an alleyway, next to a short building with a flat top. She seemed to be staying there for a while, so I climbed up a pole next to the building and made it onto the roof. I slipped my gun from my pocket, quietly making sure it’s fully loaded. That’s when the screaming started.
I didn’t realize before, but there was someone else in the alley with her. Based on the screaming, it appeared to be a woman in her late 60s. I peeked over the short wall surrounding the perimeter of the roof, but it was hard to see much. I did see a little, though. Or rather, a lot. Glistening pink in the moonlight, splattering everywhere. They don’t call her the Lacerator for nothing I suppose.
After one more swift slash with her knife, she turned and quickly ran. I think she was wary and a bit on edge because of the woman’s shrieks drawing potential attention. I closed my left eye and aimed down my rifle’s sights, using my augmented eye’s nightvision and enhanced scoping to assist with my aim as my target fled the scene. I centered her on my scope and pulled the trigger.
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And on she fled. I suppose there’s always next time. Father will be upset to hear about this.