He smiled as he waited, patience had always been his strongest quality. A quality only the best assasins possessed. He texted his client to confirm the kill. It was a little premature but he was sure of himself. He never missed a mark, he had a reputation of getting things done. Today would be no different. Almost like clock work he heard footsteps approaching, they were female. It was definitely her, he knew how she walked.
When she got close he jumped out of his hiding spot, knife already in hand, and swung for her neck. He waited for the blood. Nothing. It was a miss. The shock wore off almost immediately, he had an instant admiration for her cat-like reflexes. He loved it when they played hard to get. It just made the whole experience much more fun. Damn it he loved his job. Now that she was upclose he realized she was more beautiful than he'd imagined. He'd definitely fuck her afterwards. He smiled in anticipation.
The kick in the ribs bought him back to reality. The pain travelled through his body and he gave out an involuntary cry. Did he hear a crack?. He hoped not. She launched for another attack but he deflected it, punched her in the jaw and smiled as she sprawled on the ground.