Bonten's Advisor

Fourty Eight

Just as you took your first step in through the doors, classical music started to play. You had just made it in time for the ball. Following the movement of the crowd, you began to step towards the centre of the floor. People of all ages began to follow suit, making their way to the middle.

All men wore black suits, tailored to their bodies magnificently.

Women wore a wide variety of colours. Reds, blues, purples, to yellow.

In the quiet of the music, everyone began to find partners for the dance. Your arm was lightly touched by a man behind you. You slowly turn around to find a young man respectfully lifting his hand for you to take, asking you for permission to dance together.

"Of course," you whispered, taking his hand.

The music sped up, as you both began to engage in the Viennese Waltz. You ensured to cover the basics of this dance within the two weeks that you had prior to this event. With this dance, you change partners every now and then, so there was no set partner. Luckily for you, you just needed to make sure that you ended up spinning around to end up with your target.

Your partner took the lead, resting an arm lightly on your waist, the other holding your hand. Leaning slightly back, the two of you began to waltz together, as black and navy blue began to mix into one blur of a colour on the dance floor.

"You're an amazing waltzer, ma'am," he commented, staring down into your eyes with a smile.

"Why thank you," you smiled back. "It was a pleasure to dance with you," you said with a chuckle, letting go of his arm and spinning towards your new partner.

Your new partner gracefully attended to you, spinning as well before meeting you. You felt some weird vibes coming from him, and you were right. He gripped your hand a little too tightly, and the arm on his waist continued to slide up and down every now and then. If you weren't a woman on a mission, he would've been long dead by now.

Instead, you stepped on his toe with your very pointy shoe, and his face said it all. "You better watch your hand, or you'll lose it." You snarled at him, giving him the very stinky stink eye.

Ecstatic to move onto the next partner, you were startled that it was in fact your target. It was a bit sooner than you had expected, but there was no time.

"Hello, sir" You engaged in conversation, putting on an act, revealing your breathlessness.

"Are you alright ma'am?," he questioned, noticing your 'apparent' shortness of breath.

You continued to play the act. "My airways, constricting- need, break." Of course, being the dance partner he is, he swiftly guided you outside the waltz circle, leading you through some doors and into a small room. As the door closed, the music slowly faded, playing softly in the background of the now quiet room. In the room were two of his men, whilst another two followed him in.

Perfect.

According to Mikey's information regarding the hiring structure of the rat and his Viennese mafia bodyguards, his contract included protection up until the moment of his death.

Meaning you just had to kill him before the bodyguards can kill you.

But whether or not the men followed this contract was another different story. You decided to place your bets on the contract and make a move.

You sat down on the sofa in the small room, continuing to play the act of having a shortness of breath. He sat down beside you, handing you a glass of water. You hunched over, taking the glass from him, giving him a thankful smile. Two men in front, two men behind.