Bad Decisions

•TWO•

It was much too late in the evening for her usual liking to still be at the office, but she had been presented with a much more difficult challenge than normal.

Aurora had come back to her office in her workout clothes after her evening work out with her Brazilian Jiu Jitsu trainer and takeout dinner of salmon over asparagus and rice. Despite it teetering close to seven in the evening, the office still had more than a few people working.

She had left her duffel bag in her Maserati, and made her way back up to her floor and back into her office, the perky Kate already gone for the day, her desk empty and dark. She left her own office lights off as she passed through the door and took a seat at her chair, her thighs squealing as aches and bruises set in as she powered back on her computer.

She never let her trainer take it easy on her while sparing. She didn't even like wearing the protective gear the others wore because she wanted the sparring to be as real as possible, except for the mouth guard which protected her smile, something she usually relied on in her line of business.

Who wouldn't trust a beautiful woman with perfect teeth in the seedy underbelly of LA? Most of her targets were men, after all; easy to win over, easier to manipulate, and after that, easiest then to kill.

She opened up the dossier on Sebastian that had been started by her team, and thumbed through the files with the camera feeds up on the other half of her screen.

It had been silent for the day, and so far, the evening was shaping up to be another boring one from the look of the camera feed. They had increased security at each clinic after the last attack, and so far, no one else dared to try to sneak onto the company's property. Aurora had specifically picked her meanest looking men onto patrol, leaving the weaker of the guys behind on surveillance.

But the problem was with the dossier itself.

It was almost completely useless.

The copy of the license they had was for an address of an abandoned building, and had been issued some years prior, and Sebastian had no registered car to his name, nor insurance. She spent the day calling around to people who could find information on him, and every single contact had found nothing. No rent, no property in his name, not even bank accounts, or social media of any kind, no police records, school records, nothing.

He was a veritable ghost, like he never existed. That, or he knew people who erased who he was.

She would probably guess he absolutely knew people.

Aurora opened up the database she had access to of millions of photo records, uploaded the single photo of Sebastian into the search tool, and began the search. She leaned back in her seat, steepling her fingers together, and watched the scanner analyze his face, then try to match the facial points to millions of photos on the internet. Usually, it took a while for things to be found, if anything existed, and something almost always existed.

But she would have to let it run for the rest of the night, and probably into the next few days, so she pushed up from her desk, locked her computer, and stepped away from her desk. She slung her purse over her shoulder, and left her office.

Since it was long past normal rush hour time, it didn't take long for her to get to her high rise apartment, which looked out to the city of Los Angeles. She loved the spacious apartment, and the view from the balcony, and it was the only place she allowed herself to be herself, instead of always being a tight-laced, badass assassin.

The walls had some art hanging on it, and her couch had one single sherpa blanket on it with one red throw pillow sat in the corner, and even on the mantle above her rarely used fireplace, sat the only photo she had of her with her parents, taken when she was a baby, a few days before they were murdered in cold blood while out on a date.