Assassin

Guiverna slipped her way through the crowds, dressed as a commoner amongst the people, looking frantically from side to side as though lost and confused and unsure of where she was going. She made her way through the crowd, a bit roughly, bumping into people and apologizing profusely as she went, before she made it to the far wall. She pushed herself up against it, trying to avoid bumping into anyone else, until she came across a door. She pushed it open and rushed through, moving too quickly to make note of the "Employees Only" sign at eye level.

As soon as she was inside, however, her demeanor took a drastic change. She continued to press herself up against the wall, but she blended with the shadows and took silent steps, no longer an awkward and lost civilian. Her eyes darted around every corner and pathway, instantly taking in her surroundings at all times, making note of what could be used as a weapon or means of disappearing. She heard footsteps approaching, and ducked into a side room, and waited for the voices to go past.

She was hasty with her movements through the back hallways of the facility, making her way to the CEO's office. The layout of these hallways, hidden to the public, had already long since been memorized, as well as the paths most and least likely to be populated with traffic. From there, her own path had been selected. Not the most straightforward or fastest, but the one least likely for her to be spotted during, and where she would leave the fewest tracks. Walking on carpet instead of wood or tile, keeping her hands off of the walls or doors. Anything to hide her presence.

When she reached her target, she leaned against the wall and listened through the wall to the conversation. The CEO was in a one on one meeting with one of the team leaders about some of the lower members, and what their worth was to the company. The conversation was heavily against the people's favor - both people speaking wanted to fire as many people as possible, for any reason they could find, just to save a bit of money.

Guiverna flexed the muscles in her arm, forcing the clasp of the band wrapped tightly around them to pop open, and the knife that was held there to fall into her open hand. The door to the office opened and, as they stepped outside to say good bye, she slipped in behind them. She waited, patient as could be, for the CEO to re-enter. She heard the soft click of the door closing from her hiding spot behind a shelf, and as he walked past, the knife was in his throat before he could even register what had happened.

He fell sputtering to the ground as the blood drained from his body, and she patted him down, took his keys, and ran through his files. By the time she left with all of the sensitive information she needed to shut the company down, he was only just dying on the floor.