The intense blue sun disappeared below Rebec's horizon and with it the penetrating cold set in. Calen paid it no heed. Her defining moment would soon be here. The moment where she would go from a nobody to someone who is feared.
The guests for her prey's dinner party were starting to arrive. She would wait until they were all seated and settled. She had quickly realized earlier that day that her escape would be the most difficult part. A man of power and position would surely have a security team of some sort. This theory had been confirmed when she noticed beings of various species pacing around strategic areas.
She decided that distraction would be her best bet. A single shot from her C6 would be easy enough to track. Any fool would be able to see the general angle from which she fired and fire back. Unwilling to spoil her first job, she "found" herself two high-powered remote control turrets. She imagined it would be at least a day before the owner noticed they were missing.
Calen had wired the turrets to fire from separate rooftops coming from different directions once she pulled the trigger on her C6. Aim had not been a priority for the turrets. Her own shot would, of course, be the kill shot.
The guests were digging into their first course with gusto. Plenty of rebecan ale was being served it seemed. Perfect.
Calen adjusted the scope to zero in on her target. He was relaxed and talking to the guest on his left. Totally unsuspecting.
Calen took in half a breath and held it to steady her hands. She squeezed the trigger.
Both turrets fired at the same exact moment. The result was exactly has she had planned. Her target was slumped over in his meal dead and the guests where all screaming, looking around wildly from an assailant that had apparently fired from three different directions.
Calen secured her rifle and slipped into the shadows. Her work here was done. The public execution should be more than enough proof of her success for her employer.