Wind howling, its song whistling in the midnight air. Ren curled down, her black hair neatly tied back with a random scrunchie she had stuffed in her black mission bag, yet a few strands still managed to weave themselves around her blocking her face. Brushing them away Ren set up her equipment, getting ready to wait as long as she needed to but she had timed it just right. A few minutes should be all it took for the target to show up. Mr.Robert, a very ordinary name for a very unordinary man. One of the world's richest CEOs of a social media brand, Yo-yo.

Ren sighed exhausted as she watched the black car pull up to the ten-story building. Placing her dark chocolate brown eyes against the peep sight of her rifle she took aim. All Mr.Robert needed to do now was enter his office, and there he was, talking on his phone like he didn't have a care in the world. Without hesitation, Ren pulled the trigger making a clean shot across the twelve-foot of distance. Mr.Robert fell, Ren had shot him in the neck, making sure to target the vial artery so he was most definitely going to bleed out. Even when his security rushed in to help him, it was already too late. Ren knew this, she'd been doing this since as far as she could remember.

She was packing up her things, and normally she could pack them in five seconds flat, she never took much out, just her rifle and that was it. So really nothing much. The only difference was there was a man already standing by the exit door. His 6"2' frame a shadow in the night. It was too dark for her to make out any specific details. She could not say what hair or eye color he had.

Pausing Ren quickly flew to the handgun she had strapped against her left thigh. She was already making the calculations in her mind. How long would it take her to shoot him before he could shoot her if he had a gun that is. After all no sane man would meet her on top of a room in the middle of the night. Ren never had lovers, so the only men who met her on rooftops were either the security of her targets, which never happened or, well, never she's never had anyone by her on the rooftop like this. She's always done her missions alone.

She couldn't shoot him, she couldn't take the risk. Of course, she wouldn't care if he died or not but that wasn't the problem. There was something about this man. Something seasoned about him. Which meant her only option was to jump. Ren didn't make any move, not even to look behind her at the drop that she would no doubt have to take despite the itch to do just that. But it would give away her move. So she stood still her face was masked so all the man could see were her eyes, not that Ren could see any better in the dark either. One would think after doing this type of work for as long as she had she would be adept at seeing in the dark.

"She" wouldn't like for the man to live but Ren had no choice. But before she could do anything the man spoke.

"Please, I mean no harm." The man's gruff soothing voice said as Ren backed up slightly, not buying his false words. No one in her world ever meant what they said. Still, he sounded like he was maybe in his mid-30s. Ren made a note in her mind, once she left, once she had to go back to that place.

"I'm here to offer you a way out. Just listen I have a card, call it if you want. But that's all I came here for. We could help you, offer you a way out from "them". That's not to say we're any different, but at least you'd have a choice. I don't get the feeling "she" really lets you choose your missions does she?" The man said backing away but not before slowly laying a black card on the ground.

Ren waited until the man was gone before picking up the steel black card with the words "Grey" in a large gold font and smaller less obvious front, "Informant". Flipping to the back Ren saw the phone number the man was referring to.

"A way out?" Ren scoffed, "Please, there is no way out."

But just as Ren thought this she remembered what "she" had said because Ren would never "acknowledge" who "she" was, no "she" was simply the director the person who gave her the orders, who controlled the organization.  Ren could already feel the heat bubbling in her veins at the thought but she had years of training beaten into her to not show anything.

"She" had once spoken of another organization, one that was rising, slowly taking over, "The Grey". Looking back at the card in her hands, Ren sighed, "This isn't the time." Jumping backward Ren leaped off the building latching her grapple hook at the last minute to the roof before disappearing into the night. But as she sailed through the night like a modern Spiderman, only more stealthy, she couldn't help but wonder if it was possible. If she could finally leave. Could they truly shield her from the director?