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CALIFORNIA, 12:14 PM
ERELLIE IS BORED TO DEATH. At least that she tells herself as she spies on her latest target's three-storey house in the middle of the forest. Security personnel roam the front yard and back yard like clockwork, surveying the area thoroughly like they were expecting her. But they wouldn't be a problem. Her clients want a subtle approach, but with the security as thick as this one, she highly doubts it. No maiming, they said. It's a challenge then. Erellie likes being challenged anyway.
The drug lord's house sits comfortably in the clearing, tall, dark pine trees surrounding it like a protective barrier of some sort. The walls are as dark as night, easily allowing to camouflage with its surroundings. However, the roof and the double front doors are painted dark mahogany. It stands out against the coal black hue and makes it easier to locate the entry point of the house. Erellie briefly glances at the sky as she lowers her binoculars. She notes that the moon is barely visible in the horizon, with most of its pale surface hidden from view. However, the bright and twinkling stars litter across the vast canvas of the dark sky like an abstract painting. The lack of a viable source of light is an advantage to Erellie, though. They will not see her coming. Not that they can her anyway with her ability and all.
The bright headlights from a black Range Rover arriving into the house almost blinds Erellie as she ducks down into the bushes, a few seconds away from almost being caught. She huffs, irritated, as her hand lingers above her gun, its cold metal taunting her to just pull it and shoot every security personnel clean in the head. After all, that is what she was trained to do. Her clients will have to be responsible for cleaning up her mess anyway. But she quickly remembers how her last mission went sideways after she strayed away from the instructions. There was a whole lot of blood and little money, and Erellie didn't want that to happen again. Especially now that there is a particular dress she wants to purchase in that small boutique in the city of Paris.
Her target steps out of the vehicle, his body guards following him like obedient little puppies. Arnaud Molkovich is a bald-head man with a sharp jawline, clean suits and wads of cash, but most of all, he is as a real bastard. However, Erellie slightly idolizes the man for managing to escape the FBI for countless times now. She wants to ask him how he does it. But a part of her knows that Arnaud has contacts with the higher-ups in the corrupt organization that's why he manages to always get away.
