Blaring music plays across the huge room. People scattered all over the room are dancing, talking, and laughing away.
"This is your idea of 'laying low'? A party? There's people everywhere, someone's bound to notice us!"
"They probably won't care about us as long as we're not terrorizing people. It'll be fine, alright? Go have some fun." I walk off and leave my friend to talk to a beautiful woman that catches my eye. She wears red dress that ends halfway above her knees and rich, auburn hair cascades down her slim back. She appears to be talking to some people nearby.
I walk over to her and tap her on the shoulder. She turns around in surprise, but her expression quickly turns to anger.
"What are you doing here, Jack?" She demands, keeping her voice low. She has a tiny hint of a Russian accent, but it's hardly noticeable.
"Uh, Sheila, didn't expect to meet you here."
Flint walks up behind me. "Wait, you know her?"
"Yeah, I do," I glare at her, already regretting the whole thing. "Flint, this is Sheila. Sheila, Flint. Alrighty, you all know each other now. Sheila, could you excuse us for a second?"
I lead Flint over to a spot near the corner.
"Okay, I was not expecting that," I say.
"How do you know her?"
I roll my eyes, "It's a long story."
"Well, what do we do now?"
I stand there for a minute and think. Suddenly, an idea pops in my head. It's not a good idea, but it's something. "You know, maybe she could help us."
"What? I thought you didn't like her. I mean that's what I got from all the glaring and stuff."
"Yeah, yeah, I know I hate her, but she could really help us. She knows a lot of people and she's like, an assassin sort of. I'll explain later. Anyways, come on."
We head back over to where she's still standing.
"Hey...um, so we were talking, and...we need your help."
She's taken aback. "You...need my help? What do I get?"
I look over at Flint. We hadn't planned this out very well.
He thinks for a second, "Um, how much money do you want?"
"I don't need money."
"Okay, what do you want?" His eyes nervously shift over to me, then back to her.
"I want you to kill that man over there,"
She jerks her head back, gesturing to a man standing near a corner, talking to a couple other people. They are laughing hysterically at a joke he has just cracked, and he chuckles, yet his eyes keep glancing around the room.
"You want us to do what!?" Flint eyes are huge as he stares at the woman.
"Just kill him."
"Sheila, we're already on the news, this is ridiculous," I say, "isn't there anything else?"
"No. I'm supposed to kill him, but I want you two to do it for me. He's been dealing illegal weapons to countless people, and someone wants him dead. Then, I'll help you."
Flint turns to me and says in a low voice, "Is this really worth it?"
I sigh, "Yes."
"Alright, then. I guess lets go murder this guy."
