She

05| Mafia men are too cocky

L I L I T H O R T I Z

It has now been a week and i've had no missions assigned till now; most boring, non efficient week of my life.
But today was the day i'd go to a party, disguised as a normal being and try to allocate the Germans.

They were using the party as a cover so they could transfer the weird fluid from one mob boss to another. My job is to stop the transaction from happening and execute the carrier of the fluid.
Of course it wasn't happening in America so I had to fly out to Germany; it was a solo mission.

I curled the tips of my wig and tied it up into a ponytail. I drew on a few beauty marks and covered my freckles. My eye contacts were a sapphire blue and my nose looked a little different due to the power of makeup. I put on some small, thin hoops and wore a short, body con, black dress along with some black heels. Simple yet sexy.
Should be enough to lure any man in, anything is, unfortunately.

I left my hotel room and took the elevator down. Of course knowing my luck, a man just has to enter with me.
"Can you stop looking at me?" I spat as I could see the man scanning my full body. "It's just hard to take my eyes off of such a beautiful thing" he licked his lips, "Thing? So we're objectifying now are we?" I scoffed, "Oh, my apologies, you're a gorgeous woman" he corrected himself and I slapped him. "I don't need a man to authenticate something I already know" I snap back at him as he holds his left cheek which I had slapped.

To his luck, the elevator binged and the doors opened, I would've fucked him up otherwise.
I growl as I walk out, the man daren't speak a word, keeping his head low.
That's right, bow for the queen.

I trudged with my heels, down the elegant, main hall and out of the building. I caught an uber down to the location I was given and sat eagerly, waiting to finally get some action. I love completing missions, each time gaining more praise and power, it was a hobby I guess you could say.

After a 20 minute ride, I had finally arrived. It is 10pm at the moment and the party would most likely last all night. I hopped out the car and fixed my hair before proceeding to walk inside the mansion.

People everywhere, already drinking and partying. I hate house parties, they're so... typical.
Clubs are more of my vibe.

I grabbed a shot of vodka which was sat on a tray and smirked as the liquid brung me to life.
I was told the transaction would happen in the house basement so I had to locate that.

I began my search, walking into multiple make out sessions and drinking games until I ran into stairs which lead downstairs.

I discreetly made my way down there and hid in a crate, patiently waiting. One thing I had a lot of, was patience. I remember once in particular when I was younger, I wanted to scare my mum so I waited for hours until she walked past the cupboard I was hiding in. I came out half dead, starving and dehydrated but I scared her.

... a while later

I've literally been sat here for hours, my body is squashing in against itself.

"Hier drin (In here)" I hear a mans voice speak up, followed by a lot of heavy footsteps. I peak out the crate to see the legs of many men and the bottom of what looked like a suitcase.
Bingo.

I take out my gun and make sure it's loaded, six bullets, eight men. I have to try hit a few at once; I also have a few blades so I might use that.