*The music was loud, thumping. Rebecca could feel it moving through her body in the smoky darkness of the club. Her eyes scanned the patrons in search of the target. Ray Winston was a wanna-be made man, who had been misusing the Giovanni name for his own illicit ends. His work was too ham-fisted and he had been too greedy in expanding his own illegal empire. Ray liked the schoolgirls, the Catholic schoolgirl look was a special thrill for him, and that's why Rebecca was here in her short tartan skirt, crisp white blouse, and the everpresent jean jacket. Spying her mark, she slid right past him, allowing the barest hint of white panty to show. He came up behind her, all Brut and stale smoke. ~Hey baby. Let's rewrite the alphabet and put U and I together.~

*She laughed, although the line was older than she was. She trailed a rose-colored nail down his chest and peeked at him through lidded eyes.* Let's go somewhere more..*Her voice dropped to a breathy whisper* private. *Taking his hand, she led him out the fire door and into the alley. Once outside in the chill night air, he took her face in his hands and kissed her, roughly, pushing her back against the cold brick wall. She kissed back, caressing his face with one hand. Their tongues danced together, and she could feel him straining against his tight jeans. It was locked in this passionate embrace that her blade found its mark, slipping neatly between his ribs, and lodging in his heart. A sharp twist, and his eyes widened. The kiss continued as his struggles grew weaker, turning so his back was against the brick. One last rattling gasp, and he was gone. Moments later, a cross lay draped over Ray's body as St. Teresa claimed another victim.*

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