Venus' disguise for this job was a party girl. As usual, it wasn't too hard for her to pull off.

She had gone to La belle nuit earlier on in the day, pretending to be carrying out a health and wellness check. It was amazing the amount of things that the employees at the club let slide when their boss wasn't around. They didn't ask any questions; they didn't ask for credentials. Venus already had all the fake credentials in order. They just brushed her aside, allowing her to enter the club.

With a clipboard in her hands, Venus had gone exploring through the club. She entered every section, taking notes until she had basically come up with a mini-blueprint of the entire building. These were the most exciting parts of her job, the planning, the plotting. It occupied Venus, it also filled her with anticipation, she loved the challenge.

By the time Venus had left, she had already formulated an entire plan in her head. She knew exactly how she would attack; not just attack, but attack to cause a scene.

Venus' brain was preoccupied with plans. Now all that was left was to execute it.

La belle nuit was loud. Packed with bodies and drinks and lots of drugs. This was the type of place that Venus could never imagine herself being, the idea of being in the presence of this many people for an extended period of time was very off-putting to her. But it was the job she had to do and unfortunately for her, being a party girl involved socialization. Lots of it.

Venus plastered a fake smile unto her face as she began mingling with different people. She did not care who they were, and most of them were too drunk anyway to really question about her presence. When it came to the men, Venus made extra care to flirt with them, battering her false eyelashes that she had haphazardly applied earlier on.

She would much rather had preferred flirting with the girls, but her character for the night was straight. Painfully straight.

Venus continued to move around, making sure not to stay in one area for too long as well as to make sure she blended in with as many people as possible. This was always the key to success in all her jobs, blending in, merging with the crowd and the people around. Feeling as if she was a regular, that she belonged there.

"Hey beautiful."

Venus turned around, coming face to face with a man. She analyzed him quickly. He had his hair slicked back from his face and his shirt basically all the way unbuttoned. He was holding an alcoholic drink in his hand, but Venus could tell that he wasn't drunk, so she decided to kill some time with him.

"Hey handsome." Venus replied, fluttering her eyelashes as she gazed up into his face.

He was an attractive man, she could tell that he was probably popular amongst the women. They flirted with each other some more. It didn't take long for Venus to find out just how obnoxious he was but that didn't matter. It was all part of her character for the night, hence, why Venus didn't object when the man asked for her number, she simply entered it into his phone whilst he did the same thing with hers.

He handed her phone back to her with a cocky smirk, it took everything in Venus not to roll her eyes. She glanced down at his name in her phone: Alec Daniels. She had saved her name as 'Justina' in his phone and now made a mental note to block his number the second she was done with the job.

They danced some more after this. Venus didn't mind too much, at least it meant that she didn't have to listen to his obnoxious talk.

It was getting closer to the time when Venus knew The Target would be arriving at the club and she racked her brain, wondering what she could say to get away from the cocky man.

"I've got to use the bathroom, babe." The man slurred into her ear.

Venus wondered when the man had gotten drunk to the point of slurring. She snuck a glance at the drink in his hand; it was still the same level it had been at when he approached her. She didn't spend too much time contemplating this, rather she just nodded and smiled, happy that the man had perfectly provided a way for her to get away from him.

She watched after him for a bit, seeing him disappear into the crowd before she instantly sprung into action.

Venus pushed her way through the mob of bodies, glancing up at the floor above the one she was on. That was the VIP section, you needed an invite to get there, Venus also knew that was where The Target was.

Venus stopped pushing through the sea of bodies and danced with another person. This was just a safety plan, in case there was somebody that was watching her every move, suspecting her. This would throw them off course, they wouldn't think much of her.

Just another party girl.

As Venus danced, she looked at her surroundings. To a bystander, it was just a quick overlook of the place. But in reality, Venus was taking this moment to study her settings, to gather as much information as she could. She was finalizing her plans in her head.

Once again, Venus was on the move. This time, the plan was in full swing. It was now time for Venus to carry out the job she was here for in the first place.

Unlike her recent jobs, The Boss had purposely requested that she make a scene. That was a whole different ball game altogether. Usually, Venus was someone who liked to carry out her jobs as quickly as possible. She was all for dragging as little attention to herself. That was why she always made the effort to blend into her surroundings, but this time it was different. This time it was as if she was putting a target right on her back. The scene was crucial for getting the desired effect The Boss wanted, it made it clear to all subsequent drug cartels in the city that this was his area. His territory. The killing of the La belle nuit club owner was to act as a deterrent.

Venus had contemplated this. The ever efficient screws in her brain had worked overtime, and Venus knew exactly how she would cause a scene, but at the same time, draw as little attention to herself as possible.

A distraction.

The first phase of Venus' plan was now in full swing. Venus continued making her way through the crowd of people as she climbed the stairs leading to the VIP area, directly where she knew The Target was.

From what Venus had found out earlier on, there were two entrances: the front, more obvious entrance, and the back, discreet entrance at the other side of the club. There were guards at both entrances, but more at the front entrance, seeing as it was the main, more apparent entrance.

"Ma'am, you can't be here if you're not authorized."

Just as Venus had expected. A guard stood in front of her at the main entrance, blocking her entrance to the VIP section.

"Really? But I really want to go in." Venus swayed a little as she spoke, pretending to be drunk.

"Only authorized people can be here." The guard replied.

At this point, Venus pretended to fall over. As she did, she took out a small grenade from the top of her dress, clicking a button on it and rolling it across the floor.

To the guards, it appeared she was just another drunk girl.

"Matthew, could you get her out of here?" The guard that had previously spoken to her said, signaling to another guard.

The guy named Matthew nodded and now made his way over to Venus, oblivious to the bomb that was now ticking away in the corner.

Venus allowed herself to be guided away. The guard let go of her once they reached the bottom floor before heading back to the VIP area.

Without missing a beat, Venus began pushing through the crowd, making her way over to the back entrance. The timer on the bomb was to go off in less than three minutes, Venus had quietly been counting the seconds off in her head.

She arrived a little distance from the second entrance and began dancing with random people; never taking her eyes off the entrance or ceasing the countdown that was going on in her head.

10, 9, 8,7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Boom!

The sound of the explosion was blaring. Instantly, the club broke into chaos. People were screaming everywhere, running helter-skelter, but Venus kept her calm. Just as she had expected, the men guarding the back entrance immediately left their post, racing in the direction of the sound.

Venus didn't waste a second in making her way towards the now unguarded back entrance. The commotion that was going on was still very loud, Venus wondered how long it'd take before the guards realized it was a distraction.

She needed to act fast.

It didn't take long for Venus to come upon The Target. He was seated in the VIP section, surrounded by five guards, all wondering what the loud explosion had been.

Venus crept up on them quietly from behind as she silently reached into the front of her dress, producing a gun. She planned to just shoot The Target and be out of there, but just then, one of the guards turned around noticing her.

"Hey!"

Just like that, six pairs of eyes were on her.

Change of plans. In a split-second Venus had shot five successive bullets, all dug into the brains of the now dead guards. Venus didn't waste time in averting her gun, the muzzle aimed at the space between The Target's eyebrows.

"Please, don't do this." The Target now said. He had fallen to his knees, his hands raised above his head. "Tell Richard he can have the drug market, Tell him-"

Venus didn't wait for him to finish. She shot him.

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