A discreet termination was not the easiest of tasks. It wasn't so much that the client wanted the death to look like an accident. Oh, that would do the job, sure, but from the clients stand point, if the target was clearly killed, that wasn't bad. As long as it could not be traced back to them, that was all that mattered. This Gudako was considered a threat, and taking her out was a top priority.
The attempt was made in the evening. In general, most assassinations happen after dark. Though that is the time that most would expect, these are done simply for ease of factors. The target is usually weary at the end of a day, or asleep. And the darkness lends itself to stealth. The man assigned to this mission took full advantage of it, coming in through Gudako's window in the darkness.
Padded shoes left no trace of their path, silently slipping across the floor toward the lit bathroom. The sounds of a shower were heard. The girl was cleaning herself. The man paused, and contemplated options. A fall in the shower could do the trick, but to make it better…he nodded to himself and took a slow, steadying breath. Then his hand - gloved - reached out, and gently pushed the door open, slowly. Every inch or so he would pause, and listen, to ensure that the door made no sound, and that the target was unaware of what was happening. Thus it took him five full minutes to open the door to its greatest extent and allow him to step into the steam filled room.
She was singing in a voice that…was not the best. No one, he thought, was perfect. He could make out her form behind the curtain. Arranged in such that the shower head jutted out into a raised tub. Given the size of the place she was in, he would have expected a separate bath and shower stall, instead of a joined one. No matter, that made things easier, in truth. A smile crept about his face. Make it look like she fell. Blow to the back of the head, he decided, and readied himself, curling his fingers into a fist.
Lighting fast, her jerked the curtain back, catching the girl off guard. Before she could really scream, he smashed his fist into the back of her head. She staggered and went down to her knees in a crash, dazed. He palmed her face, earning a squeak from her, then slammed her down onto the tiled floor of the bath tub. TherPost too long. Click here to view the full text.