|QUOTE (Mati @ Wednesday, Oct 26 2011, 12:53)|
| The Unknown Woman|
Age: Mid 20's
Appearance: Red haired, hat, a necklace, often seen with a brown jacket, jeans and pink shoes.
Location: Middle Park East, on the corner between Pyrite St. and Albany Avenue.
Reason for assassination: My belief of that woman stalking me; must be a fed.
Description: My goons have reported of seeing a fairly young woman hanging around Middle Park East and following my men, just after their taught someone how to ''sleep with the fishes''. She could be an undercover cop or simply a member of a rival family. I can't take any chances, that woman must be taken care of.
Preferably kill her from a distance and make as less head as possible.
Its been two weeks since my discharge. My savings are running low and I can't seem to find good employment. Damn economy. I heard of this organisation through a friend of a friend. High pay for what I'd been doing for the last five years. I knew it was wrong but god knows I needed the money so I took the contract. The following morning I packed my M40 rifle into its case, withdrew the last of my cash and hailed down a cab. Last time I was in Algonquin was the night before basic training so I thought it best to get a native to show me around. I asked the cabbie to drive around Middle Park East a couple of times and he started going on about how his Pa used to own property around there. I wasn't paying attention. I was too focused on finding the target and looking for a good place to set up my rifle. The contract said to kill her from a distance. The cabbie kept yapping as we pulled up to the lights on Pyrite St., I still wasn't listening until he started talking about the Liberty City Museum of Natural History. My ears perked up and I gazed at the magnificent building in front of me. I asked him if it was open and he replied that it was closed for renovations. Like that I threw $70 onto the seat and hopped out of the taxi, jogging towards the museum. The roof provided the perfect vantage point over the corner of Pyrite St. and Albany Avenue. I approached a side door and as I opened it, the street noise was drowned out by construction workers and their machinery repairing one the lower floor. I walked through trying not to look suspicious and then the foreman called out to me, shouting that there aren't supposed to be any museum employees inside. I swiftly and nervously claimed that I was the deputy curator and that I needed to collect some papers from my desk. The idiot believed me and I could continue the task at hand. The upper floors were deserted, the exhibits covered by sheets and I walked calmly to the roof access staircase. Setting up the sniper rifle, I waited but it wasn't long before I saw the target, or at least who I thought was the target. The description was vague, I saw plenty of women wearing similar clothes or with similar hair except only one stood out. It was an overcast day, no need to wear a cap. She walked coolly down the street, but somehow she just seemed out of place. I adjusted my sights and steadied my aim but I couldn't pull the trigger. She'd done nothing to me and I was about to end her life for it? I contemplated leaving but then I thought about that pay check and how much I needed it. I held my breath, aimed for her head and pulled the trigger. BANG. She fell to the ground with a thud. Suddenly everyone around began to scream and run, cars sped off in different directions causing one or two minor collisions. I panicked and thought I'd killed the wrong person but that was when I noticed. There were cops all over the place. I saw un-marked police cars pull out of alleyways and a surprising amount of uniformed officers were on the scene far too quickly. It was definitely the victim, I could even see the ear piece hang out of what was left of her head. Looks like you've got a fed problem buddy. In seconds I striped down my rifle, packed it away and hastily walked over to the stairs.The construction noises were still going on inside so I assumed they hadn't heard what had just happened. I was feeling cocky as I walked towards the exit and thought I'd just got away with the perfect crime until I say two cops in the corner of my eye speaking to the foreman. I wasn't taking any chances so I grabbed a high-vis jacket which had been slung over a barrier and tried to pass myself off as a construction worker. It wasn't too hard. Kept my head down low and made for the exit. I got outside and could still hear the sirens as I threw the jacket into a nearby trash can and calmly walked towards the nearest subway station to get a train back to Broker.
The Unknown Woman (Fed) - Deceased