Hitmen or Hitwomen?

- Chapter 4 -

Sar and Wen arrived at The Cresent Tavern earlier than needed, with enough time to spare. The plan was easy enough; wait for Stefan and strike quietly. Sar would stab him first, following with Wen pulling the trigger.

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"Alright, this is it." Sar muttered, and both her and Wen walked up to the wooden door. Wen pushed it open, the door creaking, a bell jingled as she opened it.

"Ladies first." said Wen, holding the door open.
"We're both ladies, but thank you." Sar appreciated, walked in, and Wen followed.

Entering in, it was very warm. There was the smell of alcohol and a bit of cigarette smoke. Along with that, a jukebox could be heard playing some jazzy tune in the corner.

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Sar, being the quiet one, decided to head towards an empty, dark corner booth, whilst Wen sat on one of the stools at the bar. As soon as they settled in, they exchanged glances.

The assassins didn't look out of place at all — just two faces in a crowd, blending seamlessly into the dim, shadowed tavern.

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Sar's POV:
I sat down at the booth, looking at Wen for a split second as she also glanced at me. Looking around I didn't see Stefan just yet, he was to come in the bar in around 15 minutes. I'll read The Trial in the meantime.

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Wen's POV:
As I sit on the stool, I notice Sar beginning to read. Couldnt that poopie read at home? Oh, I should probably talk to someone to avoid suspicion, but none of these people match my vibe; they're all so boring.

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The time passes, and Sar is quietly reading, checking the clock every few minutes. Wen was watching Sar from the corner of her eye, when the bartender turned to her.

"Hello miss, what's it gonna be for you tonight?" They asked, and Wen momentarily looked at them. "Oh, I'm not here to drink."

"Really? Not even a shot?" The bartender prodded, and Wen slightly rolled her eyes. "Like I said, no thank you."

"Very well, then, suit yourself." They responded and turned away to polish the remaining glasses. Wen also turned away, noticing the people around the bar; people were gambling or playing cards at the table.

But her and her friend weren't going to play any games, in fact, they were here for something more risky than gambling, homicide.

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Sar noticed that it was about time, about time for their target to arrive. Just like that, the door opened, and Stefan walked in, heading towards the booth where Sar was sitting. Little did he know, he would meet his end.

"Reading The Trial, I see? Franz Kafka was an amazing author." He said when he sat down opposite Sar.
One thing the manager told her, that she remembered, was that Stefan really liked Kafka — at least he had good opinions on literature.

"Yes, it's an awesome book." Sar said, matter-of-factly, looking at him for a short moment. He wasn't good looking, moreover, he was the opposite.
His receding hairline and double chin did anything but match the business attire.

'Who the hell wears a suit and tie to a bar, a capitalist?' Sar thought, but didn't say that out loud. For she had to avoid drawing suspicion.

"It's awesome indeed, just like you." He said with a smug look on his face. Sar was about to give a disgusted expression in return, but she just awkwardly laughed. "Yeah, definitely."

There was an awkward silence after that which Sar broke: "You know, I saw someone here that looks just like Kafka, he's at that table over there-" she said, pointing somewhere in the distance.

Stefan looked where Sar was pointing, trying to spot the Kafka look-a-like.

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In that moment, Sar pulled her Cold Steel Recon 1 out from inside the book and leaned in, stabbing Stefan right in between the ribs near his lower back, quietly and quickly.
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Stefan thought someone poked his back for a split second.
He felt the warm blood trickle down his back and through the suit,
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but before he could let out a scream, Wen took the Sig Sauer P226 from her hip holster and shot Stefan straight in the head.

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The distant chatter and the clinging glasses at the bar drowned out the already-silent gunshot. Sar cleanly withdrew the knife, and Wen swiftly put her gun back in the holster.

Sar put a cover on the knife, put it in her bag along with the book, and walked towards the door.
Wen stood up and also walked toward the entrance.

They both left separately to avoid increasing the chances of being noticed..