KURKUNA sat down on the cold stone roof and sighed as the cold bit into her skin-tight body suit. She hissed as it slid under the fabric, chilling her to the bone. She checked her weapons again, then she turned and looked out into the dying light. Somewhere out there, there was a person about to get a big surprise. She was a lone wolf, and a beautiful one at that. Her name was Kurkuna, no she did not have a last name. She despised her life and thus strove to correct it. She loved the sky and thus let her long blonde hair ripple in it. She had cold blue eyes and a tiny, but sexy build. She wore a skin tight suit and a flowing shirt over it, exposing curves and hips. She adjusted herself and checked her position. The target wasn't far off, but wasn't close. The city was the perfect place to hide, she realized. She'd have to make sure the target was dead before she could get away. Her life deepened on it.