Assassin
She gripped the gun tightly in her
right hand, the left one, at the
moment, bandaged and useless.
Thank god that the one she could
coordinate better was left in tact.
Rukia leaned herself in closer to the
low window, right arm stretching
across her sitting body so she
could stay flat against the wall. The
perfectly-positioned mirror on the
wall across from her showed her
the reflection of the slowly-moving
limousine outside that was
surrounded da armed guards, the
very man she was targeting
sticking his head out of the
sunroof. The mirror allowed her to
aim without giving up her cover.
Rukia peeked the...
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