6330$ is what it all cost her. She picked it up last night at 8:30, well past her curfew, out of an old stairwell leading beneath the city.

Her parents were at a government sponsored play that evening. Her dad was personally invited by his boss, a high ranking state official who’s true duties were some of the safest kept secrets.

Upon returning home, she silently returned through her window overlooking one of the last surviving suburbs. Now only the preferred were allowed such luxuries. She was lucky to even have window.

She arrived at the theatre on time and easily made her way backstage. Any one wearing a costume for the play wasn’t scrutinized too harshly as such clothes are impossible to find. The chaotic bustling of the crew at intermission helped her maintain her stealth.

Patiently she stood surrounded by black curtains in a 6300$ costume made of contraband clothing and cradling a thirty dollar pistol. Slowly the curtains parted, revealing her silhouette.

The silence was broken by two gunshots.