Hood blowing in the breeze, he ran swiftly through the dark part of the city focused on his mission. Silently passing through an alley he saw someone laying on the ground sleeping.Sirens blared in the distance.
He deftly moved through the front door and into the living room of the house of the target. Silently, he brandished his survival knife, especially sharpened for the occasion. Up the stairs he crept without a sound. The first bedroom he passed had a toddler sleeping in her crib, restlessly moving about. The door to the master bedroom was cracked open, this job would be a cinch.
Crouching down and crawling through the door he could hear his target breathing. She lay in the bed on her stomach, unsuspecting. A baby monitor chirped from low battery on the dresser. Standing at the bedside with the steel blade raised high and shining, the job was committed and executed.
As the breeze subsided, he looked at the skyline. It was a good night. Back at the house, blood dripped from the master bed onto the floor.