>>5175
>Gudako

A discreet termination was not the easiest of tasks. It wasn't so much that the client wanted the death to look like an accident. Oh, that would do the job, sure, but from the clients stand point, if the target was clearly killed, that wasn't bad. As long as it could not be traced back to them, that was all that mattered. This Gudako was considered a threat, and taking her out was a top priority.

The attempt was made in the evening. In general, most assassinations happen after dark. Though that is the time that most would expect, these are done simply for ease of factors. The target is usually weary at the end of a day, or asleep. And the darkness lends itself to stealth. The man assigned to this mission took full advantage of it, coming in through Gudako's window in the darkness.

Padded shoes left no trace of their path, silently slipping across the floor toward the lit bathroom. The sounds of a shower were heard. The girl was cleaning herself. The man paused, and contemplated options. A fall in the shower could do the trick, but to make it better…he nodded to himself and took a slow, steadying breath. Then his hand - gloved - reached out, and gently pushed the door open, slowly. Every inch or so he would pause, and listen, to ensure that the door made no sound, and that the target was unaware of what was happening. Thus it took him five full minutes to open the door to its greatest extent and allow him to step into the steam filled room.

She was singing in a voice that…was not the best. No one, he thought, was perfect. He could make out her form behind the curtain. Arranged in such that the shower head jutted out into a raised tub. Given the size of the place she was in, he would have expected a separate bath and shower stall, instead of a joined one. No matter, that made things easier, in truth. A smile crept about his face. Make it look like she fell. Blow to the back of the head, he decided, and readied himself, curling his fingers into a fist.

Lighting fast, her jerked the curtain back, catching the girl off guard. Before she could really scream, he smashed his fist into the back of her head. She staggered and went down to her knees in a crash, dazed. He palmed her face, earning a squeak from her, then slammed her down onto the tiled floor of the bath tub. There was a sharp crack this time - her skull, not the ceramic tub coating, and then a whimpering, tear filled moan of pain and suffering. He had smashed the back of her head, and it was like someone had pulled the strings out from her.

"Consistent with a fall," he decided. She'd clipped the edge of the tub, and that would work too. He wasted no time. Her chest was heaving and she could barely breathe, struggling to do - anything really. Her arms flailed a bit, uselessly, and she stared at him, though one eye seemed to only open half way. Brain damage from the blow, that would work in his favor. She watched him with a stupid expression on her face as he pulled her legs out, toward the tub drain, so that it didn't look like she had fallen to her knees. They were a little bruised but nothing he thought worth worrying.

No tub mat - that made this all the more easy to sell. Her skull had impacted the edge of the tub, and that would be what the coroner found when an autopsy was done. Simple accident. But the man reached over and killed the shower, instead allowing the tub to fill. He rolled his sleeves up - revealing that the gloves he wore went up past his elbow. The assassin was well prepared.

It took time, and he watched the tub fill, the water line rising up her nude body. She did look good, the man thought, and felt it a shame that the target was high profile enough that he couldn't take his fun with her. Sometime that was a requirement, in fact. To defile the target before death. Or after. Not this time. No, the nude woman, panting and looking up with out comprehension would go undefiled, her last minutes simply painful and confused, with no further violation. And no satisfaction for the killer. Oh well, he could afford some satisfaction after this job.

There did not seem to be anyone coming to check up on the woman. Apparently this Gudako liked to be alone in the evening. He knew nothing about her beyond the news stories. And now, how she would die. The water was at her chin, and then rising over it. She swallowed some, and coughed. The body began to respond. Well, that was no surprise, he thought. She might be too stupid to understand but her body didn't want to just give up. So he reached over and gently pushed her head under the water with his hand. Gentle pressure was all it took. Some water splashed over the side, from the way her arms wiggled and her legs twitched. She shut her eyes and then opened them, staring up and out. As there was no conscious thought, there was no will to struggle to hold a breath. Bubbles came out as she exhaled, and then water rushed in as she tried to inhale.

All in all it took surprisingly little time. Since she wasn't consciously struggling, there had been no great effort needed. Her body jerked a few times in the tub, and her mouth gaped like a fish. The eyes grew wider and wider with sudden lack of oxygen, with the warm water clogging her lungs. And then they darkened, though remained open. She swallowed again, and that was that. Her body gave a jerk, and then started to float as a cloud of urine bloomed between her legs. He turned the water off as he left.

In the end, the body was found, nude, face up in the tub, eyes wide, starring at the ceiling. The mouth was agape, and water pooled in it, though the tongue jutted out. There were no real marks on the body, save for that blow to the back of the head, from what the ME could only assume was a tragic fall. She must have slipped while getting into the tub and then drowned in her own bath tub. Some of the water had splashed out - clearly she had fallen in, but she lay there in the now cold water, tinged yellow from her last expulsions.

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