Ian's POV

A strong wind brushed past me as we headed towards a casino at the end of the Street. The night was cold and was open to opportunities.

Tall street lamps lined the sidewalk casting a faint yellow glow on the street. Humans of different Calibre passed Zara and I as we quickened our pace to our destination.

We had one mission tonight, to kill. I was in my normal attire, a black suit with black leather shoes to match. Zara on the other hand wore a tank top and covered her legs with blue jeans.

We had received info from that female cop yesterday about a possible accomplice...