Leaping down from above, a tendril blonde of hair fell from loose from the carefully pinned knot on her head, falling to curl over her face, framing the flower and pupil of her eye. With one hand thrusting out in front of her, she caught herself and balanced her body above the cobblestone streets, her free hand behind her back gripping the poison coated dagger. Slowly looking up at the street in front of her, the corner of her mouth curled up as the satisfaction of a job well done built within her to unholy levels. Really, she thought to herself, no one should have such extraordinary luck. Springing up on her toes, she sprinted out of the city, her feet stinging still from the jump she had just made from the ornate gold guilt balcony that looked over Murder Row. The slivers of pain made th