Arianna moved like a shadow across the edges of the governor's estate.
The mission was simple: Surveillance.
Her objective? Track the movements of Samuel Baird, the personal assistant to one of the most corrupt state senators in the country. The man was slick, cautious, always surrounded by guards, and never lingered too long anywhere. Arianna had spent two days learning his route, memorizing his facial tics, and studying the subtle nods he gave to men in blacked-out cars.
She studied every update she was given, from dressing up as the garbage disposal agent, to being a friendly jogger that would be seen once.
Her phone buzzed, the first time, the second time and the third time. She ignored it, focus came first, work came first. In this mission, distraction got you killed or worse—compromised.
But the buzzing didn't stop, it continued, it wasn't scratching an itch in her head, it was causing a headache.
