They watched her from afar, making sure not to rouse any suspicion as they trailed her every move. They’d done so for exactly 11 days now, ever since Nathaniel Hart had left the country. It had taken years for them to get this close, to find something - anything - that could be construed as a pattern, a chink in the armour of their elusive target... and their employer was getting impatient. For any other job, Travis would have considered that fairly reasonable. But for this one? Honestly, he was surprised they'd found a weakness already. Even if he and his crew of mercenaries were the very best at what they did.
This particular evening, he sat a few tables away from hers, casually nursing an Old Fashioned while he kept an eye on her via the mirrors on the bar at the far end of the room. Intel they'd gathered made it fairly likely that she would go home alone - and that she'd hail a cab to do so. As such, all he had to do was drink... and observe.
When the girl finally did get up to leave, all Travis did was get out his prepaid and send a single text. It set the plan into motion. When Kemi did get into a cab outside the club, the driver - a handsome young man with blonde hair and blue eyes would ask for her address. On the way there, however, he'd pull over - politely informing her that the car felt odd and that he needed to check the tyre pressure. As he got out, conveniently distracting her for just a second, another man would open the door to the backseat and quickly push a syringe into her arm as he got in beside her. She would immediately feel faint - and be out cold in mere seconds.
