The Autumn nights were always the best for this work - The stillness, the rain, the foggy streetlighting. Just felt like home. Rain was a good friend of all hitmen. Washed away blood, and plently of other dirty sins across the city streets. The Strip. The worst place on earth. Not even somewhere famous, it was that badly treated. Connected to the pier, the lights were dim, broken and old. Clubs would throw out the drunkards around the same time every morning, the theatre would just shut off the lights, leaving the sleepers in there til morning. The houses near by, were nothing like the strip. Fancy, large, mansion-like. The whole world had be rammed into a little corner of earthly hell. Perched, like a monster awaiting it's prey - there she was. Cold eyed, longing for her kill to come into the light.. But it never came.. Why? Sources said it would be here.. The drug lord, Augustus Richmond was up for 'collection'. Nasty bastard. Tortured those who didn't do as he asked. Things like, rats to the stomach.. poisoning and even got a hold of the 'slow' acting lethal injection. This man deserved his early grave. Time ticked by, and she grew angry. He wouldn't be out now.. It was too late.. Why? She slammed her fist against the wet rooftiles, breaking a few and sighing. Could this night get ANY worse?