Wind whipping, moon shining, this was a perfect night. Well, it would have been if Geo hadn't been sent off on another mission. She was always working under the cover of night, a cloth pulled up over her nose and a cowl drawn over her head. Her gun jostled slightly in her hands, the large sniper rifle feeling just right to her. Setting it down atop the roof, Geo let herself take a deep breath before getting on eye level with the gun. She was supposed to be stopping another assassin that night, one that undoubtedly had also been sent to kill her. She knew the sniper was a long shot, which is why she had her knife and pistols, plus a few smoke bombs, attached to her waist. Looking through the scope of the sniper, Geo let her gaze wander cautiously across the landscape, looking for any sign of movement across the rooftops. It was going to be a while before anything showed up, she was quite early, but for some reason Geo had a bad feeling about that night. She couldn't decide if it was the wind whipping against her skin, or the pressure that her boss had placed on her shoulders. If he didn't die, a lot of things could go wrong. And one of them might involve her loosing her head.