TWO
Catwalk above stage
Tacoma Theater
10:01 P.M., Friday
A tall slim woman with brown hair, her age not well defined by her looks, but young quietly creeped towards the west balconies. She knelt down, trying to stay out of view. She pulled the large sniper rifle off her back. She attached a silencer to the front and glanced over the edge of the waist high planks. A bunch of thin wires ran from the planks to the top of the catwalk. She tried to push her gun through the wires, and after not succeeding she got frustrated and set the gun down. She shook her hand and five long, sharp nails extended from her fingers. She swiped at the wires, frustrated and they fell, and hung loosely from the eyelets on the steel railing.
She tipped her gun over the edge and aimed at the balcony where she knew her target would be. She saw a blonde woman watching the stage, and next to her an empty chair. She directed the gun at the balcony next to that chancing that she had gotton the wrong balcony, but knew she had not.
She thought back, she had had a troubling vision while in the hibernation chamber. A Dream. She had never had them before, but this afternoon when she was awakened she had a vivid scene that kept replaying over and over in her mind. She had been taken to her superior's chamber and shown a picture of the man she was about to kill. In the vision she was lying in a bed, one unlike her hibernation chamber, not a thin tube, but a long bed. She was much littler, much younger. The windows of the room had flown open violently but silently. The cold breeze had flown into the room and awoken her. A bright light had overtaken the room. She had yelled to someone, but couldn't decipher what she had said. The person was in another bed across the room. The light paralyzed her. She was frozen in place, but moving towards the light. Faintly she had heard someone yelling to her.
"Samantha! Samantha! Come back! Samantha! Don't leave me!" it was a young boy's voice, someone who she knew very well, she wanted to go back to him but she couldn't. Then she couldn't hear him anymore and her mind went black.
She looked back at the one with the blonde woman and saw the door open and her target enter. She looked at his face through the scope and mentally reviewed the picture she had been shown earlier that afternoon with her photographic memory. She watched him sit down and lean towards the blonde woman, she looked at him for a second and then back towards the stage. She aimed at his forehead and shot, then went down to his chest and shot. She watched the woman, seeing if she would notice.
She was never given a name or reason as to why she had to kill these people. She was just shown a picture, given a location, time, and a place to go when the job was finished. Then from there she was given another person, or sent back to the hibernation chamber where she would be put to sleep till they needed to use her again. What if she had killed that little boy? What if she had killed someone she knew or loved. She wasn't supposed to have feelings like these. She didn't have any memories from before her training had begun. She didn't have a childhood to look back on and learn from. Even though she knew she couldn't ever know what she had done before her current position, she knew she had had a life before that.
She looked from the blonde woman back to the man. She wasn't going to notice anytime soon that there was a deceased man next to her. There was a line of red blood down the man's forehead, and a dark crimson circle on the breast of his gray suit coat.
She darted with tremendous speed towards the end of the catwalk from which she had come. No trace that she had been there was left except for the wires that hung down loosely next to the planks instead of above.