the job.

                Cerberus always did hate this
part of the job.  He had to sit around
and wait, this particular target was a smart target he didn’t surround himself
with dumb bodyguards and to make matters worse. 
They were jacked up on something probably some magic Cerberus didn’t know
all he knew was that if he were to try and hit a target here.  He would most likely be caught.  Even with his speed.

                He didn’t
know why his employer wanted the target dead, nor did he really care but had
been two weeks of sitting around and watching this man just then.  He seen an opening, the man was heading
towards the bathrooms, and his bodyguards had decided to give him room getting
up from the table he nonchalantly walked over towards the bathrooms.  Just as he reached the bathroom door.  The target was there to keep bumped into the
target slipping.  The blade from the
inside of his right side jacket, into his right hand.  He slid the knife into the man’s heart.  He also slipped, a card with his signature
into the man’s pocket then sliding the blade back up into his jacket.  He started to walk away as the target started
to fall.  Just then there was an
explosion.

                Cerberus
looked around and realized with horror that a god damn right winged bomber had
chosen just that time to set off terror. 
It was just his luck.  All of a
sudden, the building was sealed off leaving him trapped inside with two very
upset bodyguards.  They hadn’t seen him
kill the person they were to protect but the minute that card was found
everybody would be looking for him and he couldn’t be caught with a knife on
him.  So, he looked for a place to stash,
making his way over to the stairwell.  He
started looking around, when nobody was watching him.  He ducked into the stairwell.  There was a grate on the floor that he knew
from previous excursions with their he quickly reach down and gave it a
tug.  It slid up just enough to put the
blade under a  grate and then he put it
back and walked back out into the chaos