Pushed Over the Edge

The Begining

Being a trained assassin is a messy job, but boy did I love it. Being a person who keeps the levels of low lives down is my main job. Not everyone is quite cut out for this line of work. Hell, I know many who are not cut out for cutting off people's heads. Or they simply can't stomach seeing me do it.
One person, in particular, is my twin sister Zorianna. Being an exact mirror of each other I guess I can see how it may bother her a little but I love my job. At five-two and one hundred twenty pounds, not many people see me as a true threat. It uses to bother me, not being seen as a true threat. Now I get a thrill when I think of all the times I got that look of utter shock on a target to face when they finally realized they were in danger.
My name is Zanyetta code name Shadow Mistress and I'm one job away from retirement. Most jobs are pretty straight forward. Someone pissed somebody else off and they want them bumped off. Sometimes it was all about wanting information. Not this time. This time it's all about betrayal and the lowest kind.
Someone is digging into my cover identity. Having a twin has some wicked advantages when you need to have a cover life and wicked dangerous.
For many years my sister has lived under my name. Making it easy for me to be in the shadows. As long as nobody saw us together everything works out. Unfortunately, my reputation has finally hit my sister where it hurts the most.

Scanning the forest around my sister's house one last time I give myself a satisfied nod. I have been surveying the house for the past two days. After circling the house three times I am now sure that no one is watching the house. It was time to make my move. I make my way to my car I left a few miles away to finish downing on my disguise. I adjusted the burgundy professionally done wig on my head making sure that it did not shift while I was racing through the trees. Looking into the car mirror I place a mole on my left cheek to match the woman I have been portraying for years, it would do me no good if something as small as a mole giving me away. Elisya Woodruff is the business persona I used to build my companies. There was a time when I could visit my sister without all the extra care but since Zori decided that she wanted to live the married life. I had to respect that. Since the world didn't know that Zorrianna had a sister, let alone a twin, I had to come up with a way to be there for her without totally destroying both our lives. So Elisya found her long lost cousin a month before Zori got married and had officially been adopted into my eccentric lifestyle. Elisya was so unlike Zori that no one saw past the surface, at least that was what I thought until recently.

    Someone in my sister's life has been looking a little too hard into my cover life. It started with the hiring of a private investigator that followed me around. The investigator was easy enough to lead astray. It only took me a month for him to lose interest and walk away none the wiser. Then came the forensic accountant showing up at one of my businesses asking some very leading questions about the method in which my overseas banking. She was a little harder to distract. After years of carefully supplementing my ever growing income; having anyone look into it raised quite a bit of concern. Doing a bit of investigating of my own; I found that someone in my sister's life wasn't who they were supposed to be.