The Reapers and The Mafia

I hack further into the cameras and enable the sound components and stick in my ear piece.

"So what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today, Roland?" Marcus asks him.

"We are looking for my fiance. She has been missing for three years now. She would be seventeen now. Dark hair and green eyes. Her name is Arianna Marino."

My heart drops dead in my chest. Who the fuck is this guy to think I'm his fiance? The audacity of this man. But the fact that they are still looking for me irks me.

"Marino? I thought they were all dead. But no I have not seen anyone of that description. You are free to look at my stock if that is why you are here, yes? You think I might have her. But if not you can check the Underground. La Diabla can find anyone."

I think the fuck not.

Roland nods and sighs.

"Very well, I will follow you to see the women you have,"

Oh no you won't darling fiance. Notice the sarcasm?

I line the shot up, adjusting the scope slightly and raising the barrel to accommodate for the bullet drop. I hold my breath to stop possible sway and squeeze the trigger, my body jolts back a centimetre at the kick back of the gun. I smile as I watch Marcus go limp due to the bullet hole currently decorating his tanned forehead. Blood is splattered across the soft blue wall behind him. I quickly pack my sniper in its case and laptop and strap them to my back and slide down the drain pipe and straight to my car. I reverse in the alleyway and into the streets behind the pizza place. I make my way over to the Underground. I have my next fight in an hour. Let's just hope darling Roland doesn't decide to have a face to face meeting with La Diabla tonight. Although I wonder if he could figure out that it's me behind the mask. Although I could find a look alike and kill them and show them finger print proof that it is 'Arianna Marino' by using my own fingers. That will make them stop looking for me.

High five brain.