The plan was simple. Get in, get the mark, get out. If she was quiet, it would be over before anyone could notice, even the victim. Mark, mark. She had to remember that. This was business, nothing more. It didnt matter who the mark was, she was paid. Wearing shadows like a cloak, she crept towards the desk chair. Keeping her steps light as a bird's, her knives slipped from their oiled sheathes without a sound. He'd never know, never feel it. All she had to do was finish it.