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He looked both ways before crossing the street and entering the building. A shadow slipping through the night.
Making his way up the flight of stairs took little time and he nodded at a few of the late-night workers slowly coming down the staircase. He was silent, too silent and there were a few people who turned in his direction. None stopped him; too tired, none of their business or simply just not giving it another thought. Either way he stepped out onto the top floor and walked across the office cubicles uninterrupted. Luckily for them.
Holos were flickering with financial news and the moon was just becoming visible over the city's towers. The night was still busy as hover cars dotting here and there. People were passing on the walkways below looking insignificant through the glass windows, ignorant, blissfully unaware of one of the galaxy's darkest beings passing them by.
For a moment he felt a lurching feeling, a longing- longing for everything that once was. For who he had once been for those hands...
He blinked, the view outside morphing into nothing more than reflections of the room and it was gone.
He was who he was and nothing could change that. He stepped through a no-entry door and made his way further into the modern building. Scaffolding and tarps were still up. Robotic tools were idle ready for their timers to go off at a scheduled time. The air was crisp and cool; the dust only broken by his footsteps.
Not for the first time that night, he felt his heart pick up. Whether he was nervous or frightened or even excited he couldn't tell. He didn't know what he felt about finally coming to his last test. He only knew what he had to do to complete it.
Coming to the last window on the east side he braced himself for the wind that breezed against him. The floor length windows were bare of glass leaving a forty story drop below him. Seemingly fearless, the man stepped right to the edge as if ready to jump out.
He didn't instead he set his gaze quite intensely on the other side of the street. Lights scattered throughout the expensive hotel. Swiftly his eyes sought his target's suite; it took merely moments for his prey to take shape as they appeared in the windows. He set up swiftly with sure, practices motions. There were no thoughts tormenting him, no doubt in himself, there was nothing but a calm, resolute plan.
The silver glinted in the light of the moon and from the lights from the city. The slight hum was welcoming almost too loud in the silent, unoccupied portion of the building. He knelt on the floor, instantly covered in a coat of fine dust and wires dug into his knee.
There were three humanoids in the suite. The woman was smiling, she was always smiling and that hadn't changed, dressed in a blue dress she spoke excitedly about something to her companion.
The man's breath caught slightly as his target excused himself walking on the balcony, it was a perfect shot.
He took a breath and took aim.
It was almost as if fate itself had lined up and welcomed the murder of first love.