[b]"Nine.....what did you say the last number was?"[/b] She asked frowning down at her burn phone.

"Go to hell, bitch!"

Her hazel eyes narrowed as she sighed. [b]"That's not a number Mr. Steel!"[/b] She looked up at him, arms tried to a chair, face bloody. With pursed lips the heel of Gail's high heel boots pushed between the mans legs making yell out in pain. [b]"The last number to the account Mr Steel."[/b] She repeated herself once more through gritted teeth.

"Four! The last numbers four dammit!"

A smile spread on Gail's pink colored lips, as she removed she shoe from the man. [b]"Thank you, see was that so hard?"[/b] She said going around the man, putting the numbers into her phone sending the money to an account she give the client after the job was done. Turning her back to Mr. Steel and going to the table in the dark warehouse, picking up a small black carrying and carefully digging through it. Gail carefully pulled the needle out, letting a little liquid squirt from the tip, as she came up behind him. 

[b]"This may hurt a bit."[/b] She said before sticking the needle into the back his head. Which seemed to cause him to panic, screams for someone to help him starting again. Gail rolled her eyes, pushing the duct tape over his mouth again as she waited for the poison to kick in. A few moments later her hand going to her ear piece turning it back on. 

[b]"Mr. Steel has been taken care of. Account has been transferred to a save guarded account to wait for my password."[/b]

"How many times have I told you not to turn off the ear piece.....Good job."

A smile spread across her face. [b]"Did you blur out the camera image?"[/b]

"Yes. The address to where you'll be staying is going sent to your phone. And don't get cocky, after Steel disappeared, he'll be paranoid."

[b]"Great, that just makes it more challenging.[/b] Gail said smirking, looking down at her phone again from the address.

Two days later, she had already made herself at home in the Palazzo Hotel room 118. It was a really ritzy and well guarded place. So much so, that she was even surprised that their client had sat up a room for her here. Even with some of her hardest targets, Gail hadn’t ever stayed in a place this high class before so it was a little harder for her to blend in here. Finally she had managed to find where her target was hiding, though it was late at night and she wouldn’t be able to get to him in the morning when he wasn’t so surrounded. It was five until ten pm before she got back to the hotel, already tried and ready to go to bed. 

Gail pulled her phone walking in the door to the lobby, checking in with her superior, informing her of her progress and where she found the target was staying. As Gail put her phone back in her black clutch purse, her eyes flickered over at the bar from the lobby. After all she was already dressed up, it would hurt to awful much to get herself a drink and relax for once. To anyone just looking at her Gail would have looked like she fit in with the glamorous and rich crowd that belonged in a place like this. 

Gail’s long wavy dark brunette hair was pulled up into a lose bun, her bangs left hanging lose in a way that framed her face. She wore a long dark blue sleeveless dress that hugged her curves, and flowed down to the waged heels she wore a slit up her left side to her thigh and was far from what she would rather be wearing. However, that didn’t mean she was careless enough to be unarmed, a 22 automatic with a silencer strapped to her right ankle, and a knife strapped to her inner thigh as a backup. She also wore a long chained golden key necklace, which opened up to be a pocket knife. 

Gail’s hazel eyes scanned the bar carefully for a moment standing inside the entrance, not stupid enough to let her guard down despite everything being calm the last two days. Before making her way to the bar and ordering herself a drink, fingernails tapping on the counter softly as she looking around at the other people in the bar while she waited. Grasshopper in hand she finally moved away from the bar, catching sight of the redhead a few seats away from her, eyes lingering for a moment, before walking past towards one of the tables. As she sat down, Gail peeked back over at the woman at the bar once more, a playful smirk crossing her lips before looking away again. She wasn’t really in the mood to seek out company, but that didn’t mean she would turn it down, if someone attractive decided to take a chance on her.