Disclaimer: These are not my characters how ever these are my ideas.

The air was sharp and static, the hum of machines clinging to it for dear life itself. Every color was vibrant, every smell thick and gummy. The heating lamps that hung above couldn't heat her nerve-cooled skin. She knew. She could feel it in her gut, in her heart. Just as she thought this the big oak door swung open revealing a tall dark haired man.

She was doing it for her father, for the lambs, for her beloved bureau. She was their puppet, their dummy. She hung from the ropes, never trying to break them, always performing in their act. Today her role was the desperate, cocaine addicted widow of a former big company CEO. As the man walked in she stood, her hand outstretched. She met the man's gaze and knew when. Knew how. Knew why.

The man took her hand in his and shook it heartily. "Ms. Munns." He smiled, his lip quivering, yellow teeth dully shining with saliva in the bare bulb's light. His breath smelled of peppermint shnops, but only lightly. He wasn't drunk…just nervous. She had somehow blown her cover. He had recognized her. Seen that she was an agent through the wig, through the dark sunglasses, contacts, through the prosthetic nose.

The man motioned for her to sit down, his dark brown eyes looking her over as she lowered herself back onto the hard shipping crate. "How much money do you have on you Ms. Munns?" his voice was prickly and thick as it filled the space between them. "I have about three hundred Mr…"

"Stovall" he finished her sentence for her. "That's plenty Ms. Munns."

"Please call my Victoria." Her accent wasn't working.

"Of course. Now…Victoria, how much were you looking for?"

She could see the delight dazzle behind his eyes as he said this.

Before she could even get off of the crate and onto her high heeled feet she felt the first shot rip into her back and through her chest. The second burnt its way through her neck and into the wall behind her. She fell heavily to the carpet, the last thing she saw were sheep eyes in place of her own as she fell into her red tinted reflection.

A/N: yea I know its short but I'm already writing the second chapter.