Casually she waits behind the pillar, her clothing picked to blend in with the theatre crowd. Soon the show would end and hundreds of people would exit the doors. Surrounded by the crowd, no one would notice another pretty face, nor the gun clasped lightly in her right hand, waiting to be put to use. It would only take a minute to find the right person. He would fall to the ground, while everyone watched, the blood beginning to stain his fancy suit. She could then disappear into the crowd, never seen, never noticed, and never caught. That is why she is called The Shadow, assassin for hire. Finally, the doors open.
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