Headstrong and confident, Mira was trained from a young age to be an assassin of the supernatural kind. Trained by her uncles in the "family business". Now at the age of twenty, fueled by the death of her brother and her thirst for vengeance, Mira h...
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Dawns rays blazed through the window, warming my face. Catlike, I stretched out in the plush duvet, a yawn escaping. Chimes sound from my bedside, reminding me of the plans that lay ahead. My internal clock now accustomed to the time difference. The change in routine after three weeks, left me annoyed with the alarm. Peering around the room as I rise from the bed reminded me of the this fake life I'd stepped into. Parading around in a charade of an innocent, nieve new college girl.
Slidding toasty toes into silky slippers, my eyes gaze out the window. Rooftops across the way taking me back in time to a snowy night. Thoughts of that evening returning often. An injured brunette in my vehicle, transitioning from human to animal as I hunted Mikiah, left me curious. One word, Alastor, said to me by a supernatural monster, kept me perplexed. Was it connected to my brother somehow?
I'd let the events of that one encounter afflict me for weeks, regardless of my uncles reminding me it was a fluke. As often as possible, they'd change the subject to Asa. Informing me she was eager to move forward positively with the curse she'd never asked for. Hearing of her progress brought me to the realization, maybe not all humans were cruel and not all monsters were animals. Asa didn't come off as a meek victim, which was reassuring. There was hope for her to stay out of the Order's reach. Little did my uncles know, when I wasn't all in on this mission, I took on my own side mission. Determined as ever to learn what Alastor meant and why the wolf was so eager to tell me about some kind of war. Thus far, I had no starting points, but it wouldn't be long before I'd find something to take me down that rabbit hole.
Pulling on my robe, it was time to put a lid on thoughts of the past. Swirls of chai spice pulled me back to the here and now. With time counting down against me, I moved like a honey bee on a mission. I'd done what was required of me and thus far, knew more about the this Hawke guy, then he most likely knew about himself.
After taking the first week to grow acquainted with the town, my training kicked in. Shadowing the mark, careful to remain a ghost. Weaving through crowds of other college goers, revealed he worked at the Coffee Market, on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday mornings. Just off the Cornell campus, he resided in a very posh and private residence. Walking past the building, coffee cup in hand, I confirmed two of his underdressed security detail lingering at the front gate. From what I'd overheard, people in the city knew who Hawke was, but he had made it clear to everyone he spoke with, they were to treat him no differently than they would any other townsfolk. Internet searches opened the door to a plethora of information that I didn't necessarily want to go down. I did find family photos, which revealed he had a sister. She was a sorority leader at the college and definately a snob who drew power from attention, Lexi. That would be my angle. I'd need to get close to her, to get close to him.
Research. Prep. Plan. Action.
When not doing reckon, I was working on establishing my backup arrangements. A private residence of my own a few towns over in Renwick, had been set up. The day before I arrived, I took a side trip to Manhattan to do some shopping and spa treatments, this way I would fit in with the college crowd and keep my cover from being blown. My hair went from being pitch black, long and curly, to lengthy and straight with a black and blonde balayage color treatment. I also invested in colored contacts... my eye color might freak out the locals; one purple eye and one teal eye would definitely garner unwanted attention.
