London, England
Once a year, Thomasson-Vidal Laboratories held their annual shareholders' meeting in London at the Savoy Hotel. And every year, animal rights activists would gather outside the hotel to protest the company's use of animals in which to perform their drug and genetic tests. However, little did everyone know that this year's meeting was going to be far different. A death threat had been sent to the president and vice-president of the lab and security was ultra tight. But not tight enough for there was an assassin in the mix.
Disguised as an hotel employee, Roxane found it easy to fool both hotel security and the security company that had been hired to protect the Thomasson-Vidal Laboratories employees from danger. It was almost laughable to her just how pathetic humans could be. She made her way vitually undetected through the Savoy's lobby to the elevator bank where she waited for an empty lift to become available. Once the doors to an empty one opened, Roxy stepped aboard and waited for the doors to close before activating an electronic jammer to knock the lift's on-board camera offline. Peeling out of the pantsuit uniform with ease, the patheress adjusted the sleeves of the black skintight bodysuit that she wore underneath her disguise and fitted the attached gloves over her long, slender hands. The bodysuit showcased her long legs and soft, lush curves to perfection. 'Aeon Flux eat your heart out,' Roxy thought as she hid the hotel uniform away behind a wood panel in the elevator. Once the doors opened on the top floor of the hotel, she peeked out to make sure that no one was out in the hall before stepping out and headed for the stairwell that lead out onto the rooftop.
As a Were, Roxy was gifted with the ability to tamper with the memories of humans so that they couldn't exactly remember her no matter how hard they may try to recall her face. It was a nice talent to have for an assassin for hire, especially when a quick escape was needed.
Once she reached the door that lead out onto the roof, Roxane unlocked the red box that was to suppose to have housed a firehose and pulled out two parts of a sniper rifle that she had hidden behind the hose days before the hit was to take place. Quickly assembling the rifle, she then loaded two bullets into the chamber, which was all she needed. One bullet for each target. Going out onto the rooftop, she took up her position on the ledge of the rooftop. It seems that the security guards were so busy on the streets below helping the police trying to contain the crowds of protestors that they completely forgot about securing the rooftop of the hotel itself. At least it made her job easier.
Roxy knelt down while she waited for the president and vice-president of Thomasson-Vidal Laboratories to make their appearance in front of the Savoy. And then it would be judgement day for the murderers of her kind.
~****~
Vance Thomasson and Jorge Vidal were feeling a bit on edge as their limo turned on the street that would take them to the Savoy for their annual shareholders' meeting. Both men had been on edge ever since it had come to light that their labs used animals in the of their products as well as new medical treatments for illnesses. The planned press conference had to be cancelled because of the death threats, which really had them feeling uneasy about the day's meeting.
"Perhaps we should reschedule," said Vidal to his partner. "The shareholders will understand."
"Nonsense," said Thomasson. "We managed to get here without incident and I'll be damned if I'll let some fucked up animal rights terrorist group throw a wrench in our plans."
"I'm still a bit nervous about this, Vance, you know that. I have a wife and three children to worry about."
"And you think that I don't, Jorge?"
The men rode in silence as the Savoy came into view. This was their big moment. The press was there, as well as their supporters and opponents. It was Judgement Day.
~****~
As the limo and its entourage came into view, Roxy stood up and cocked her rifle. Raising her weapon and peering into the scope, she smiled when she caught sight of Vance Thomasson and Jorge Vidal, the President and Vice President of Thomasson-Vidal Laboratories. "Time to die," she whispered as curved her finger around the trigger then pulled twice.
~****~
The limo came to a sudden halt as two bullets pierced the windshield. The driver turned and looked into the back. "Mr Thomasson, Mr Vidal are you two alright? Sirs, are you alright?" he asked as the security team swarmed the vehicle.
The doors opened as he was pulled out, unharmed but the same could not be said of his two passengers. Both Vance Thomasson and Jorge Vidal were dead from gunshot wounds to the head. A bullet had passed through Thomasson's right eye, killing him instantly and Vidal had been struck between the eyes. The head of security made the sign of the cross and the cursed under his breath when he saw his dead bosses. "Secure the perimeter," he said into his walkie talkie. "Don't let anyone in or out. And let Scotland Yard know what has happened."
Whoever had killed the president and vice-president of Thomasson-Vidal Laboratories was a professional. But where did the shots come from? So many questions and too few answers.
~****~
Running down the side of the building, Roxy broke apart the rifle and tossed the pieces into the street gutter below. The rifle was untraceable and her fingerprints were nonexistent should the police try to dust for prints. Once she landed on the ground, she hid behind a garbage dumpster then reached underneath it to pull out a trash bag that she had hidden underneath it with an extra outfit. She pulled out a long light brown trench and a pair of black Jackie O style sunglasses and quickly put them on before tying her long hair up into a messy french twist before stepping back out onto the street.
Withdrawing her Razr phone from the pocket of her trench, she pressed the pre-programmed number for her employer. The phone picked up at the other end after one ring.
"It's done," she said. "I'm on my way to the drop."
"Very good," answered a deep, French accented voice. "Well done, chere."
Ending the call, the pantheress headed for the subway station to board the train heading for East London. One last stop and she was home free.
