She heard the door deadbolt to Jimmy's room open and heard his voice trying to hurry the girl out of his room. Thinking more about his manhood than his assignment, she figured he was delayed by the girl in one last bed romp. "Come on move…..I said move, I have things to do!" She heard him say as the two emerged from his suite. Stepping out of her own door, the couple saw Aurora as she came into view. The girl gave Aurora a smile in contrast to Jimmy's cold scowl as the female assassin hatched a dark plan to delay her adversary if only for a few minutes.
"So, you never did tell me how do you both know each other?" the blonde asked retaining a fixed smile upon the brunette before her.
"Well, Pimp Daddy there and I are both assassins and we're here to kill Justin Bear," Aurora said with a grin as she watched the girls' smile fade away just before withdrawing her pistol and with unmatched skill, placed a little round hole right between the young woman's fake D-cups. The bullet tore into her breast bone with intense force splitting it apart and snipping the right side of her heart causing it to hemorrhage profoundly. She was dead before hitting the carpet. Aurora's actions were so fast, so precise, that Jimmy had no reaction time to counter and could only watch his lover drop where she stood.
"You bitch!" he screamed as doors all about him began to open. In the mayhem, the girl's executioner slipped away pointing and yelling "He killed her….he killed her!" as everyone watch Jimmy pull the dead girl into his room and out of view. He could already see people reaching for their cell phones dialing 911 as he dropped the chick just inside the doorway and exited heading for the stairwell trying to beat the elevator to the lobby first floor. Aurora knew she didn't have much time to get to the lobby, sight the target and pop off a shot before Vegas would show up and try his own attempt at taking out the singer.
Stepping off the elevator right in the mist of the media feeding frenzy, Aurora tried to sight the object of her mission. There on the far side of the large marble tiled room was the boy pop star. He was protected on all sides by no less than four large men in black tee shirts, all with the name of the kid blazing across their chests. She knew where he was but from her angle, she had no chance of a clear shot. Within the madness of fans and reporters, she would have to be precise and take him down with only one shot. If his guardians were armed as she thought they would be, other people could get hurt and that was something she didn't want to occur. She wanted the target put down but would have to fire through his human shield to do so. The more that had to die, the longer she had to stay there and slaughter them cutting into her must need departure time.