the assassin

she was an assassin on a mission- but unknown to her she had been compromised. the signal that meant 'all clear/begin' was when she pulled Raiders jersey over her tank. at that moment, the other 'plants' would then create a diversion which would allow her to move close enough to her target to execute him and then slip away. but the jersey (tucked beneath a dummy jersey and folded over a particular chair) she'd been left was steel grey, not black and had no identifying logo- none of which she was aware of until after she had slipped it on and felt the murderous intention in the room directed at her. her instincts exploded. in an instant she'd zeroed in on every mole with her in his mental scope and deftly melted into the tightly packed bodies of the gang members to shield herself. she was like water in those moments and her smile, sweet manner and flirtatious writhing allowed her move through the brick wall of homeboys until she found an open garage door and jumped like a gazelle over a cinder block wall into the inky black cover of night.