Tengu was on yet another hit, this time for a mob boss who apparently couldn't keep the reigns tight on his underlings. To think one of the men would steal from him and attempt to leave, it simply meant he hadn't kept a tight enough grip on the lackey. At least he was going the correct route about cleaning up the mess, hiring a professional killer.
Though it seemed his faith in her wasn't absolute, because another assassin was employed. Something she wasn't a fan of, but she was a professional and knew how to play nice; if only for a little while.
With each step the woman was getting closer to the alleyway she and her partner had agreed to meet in. It wasn't far from their destination and so she continued walking, black boots with black pants and a black coat over it; a red scarf covering her mouth and nose.
Hands hidden by white gloves and hair wrapped into a large bun given it's knee length, she was ready for the job. Sliding into the alleyway and standing behind a dumpster, back leaned against the brick wall in the shadows; she would simply wait.
Silent, and eager to see her partner. Maybe they would be someone like Akuma, which would of been a blessing, but she was never so lucky.