September 14 - Voyeur
Perched high above the churning chaos of the city, I vigilantly stand watch. Binoculars in hand, I sweep my eyes back and forth across the rows and rows of towering apartment buildings, looking for a particular figure. My glance occasionally drops down to the streets below, but my client assures me that my target “won’t dare show her face down there,” so the glance is simply force of habit rather than any particular tactic.
Few people are breaching the fumes of the city this early in the morning, so I pull off the binoculars and settle down on the roof a moment, sitting against a vent of some kind, next to the guard I had to kill to get this kind of view. Out of my pocket, I pull a picture of my target, refreshing myself. She’s pale, bright red lips sticking out on an otherwise ghostlike face, dark eyes buried in their own pits. Her jawline is strong, and her near-silver blond hair is worn down around her shoulders. With my mind sufficiently refreshed, I tuck the picture back into my pocket, absentmindedly check on the guard’s corpse, and put the binoculars up against my eyes again.
And wouldn’t you know it, there she is. On the fifth floor of a high-end apartment building, right next to a skybridge, she’s leaning out of her window, absentmindedly staring into space. Without hesitation, I give my client access to the video feed from the binoculars. He needed line-of-sight for some sort of arcane working, I’m not privileged to the details. It’s out of my hands now. But I continue to watch her through the window until she starts to seize. Then I know the work is done, and I pack my equipment to leave.