Venice at night is truly a magical sight to behold. The escapade of lights compliment the buildings in a way that makes it look majestic.

If I wasn't on a mission, I would actually take a few seconds longer to appreciate it's beauty.

Hiding at the far corner in an old dingy alley doesn't even help either. I can still see the sparkles and arrays of light coming off those buildings from what little view this narrow pathway could give me.

"Look what we have here." A middle aged santa claus looking fellow approach me looking tipsy and stupid.

If he gets any closer this bloody fool could spoil our plan.

I don't have the bloody time for this. If I was Emily Russo, I'd kill this asshole without sparing him a glance.
Unfortunately but lucky for him I am not.

From tonight onwards, I am Eve Santiago. A hacker and computer genius. A valuable asset to the Ace of Spades if needed.

"Leave me alone you, you stranger." I whimper out. I can't even make out the sound of my own voice. It sounds so weak, so pathetic even to my own two ears.

Being Eve Santiago will be a difficult task to do. I will have to step out of my comfort zone and behave like a whiny shy young woman. I will have to appear weak, defenseless, shy, timid, clumsy, nerdy all which Emily Russo is not in order not to blow my cover.

I don't know if anyone is lurking around or if anyone is watching.

To make it seem more dramatic, I morph my face to look like I might actually piss myself in fear.

From the corner of my eye I see a tall hooded figure walking towards me. The sound of my voice may have caught his attention. I hope he's a member of the Ace of Spades. This is their territory from what I have heard from Thomas and John. They even showed me blurred images of a tall hooded figure just like the one I'm staring at right now.

"The lady said leave." A masculine deep voice hisses.

The Santa Claus looking guy paid no heed to the hooded stranger and grabs me roughly by my arm towards him making my head stumble on his chest. I let out a high pitch scream near his ears just to piss him off and to make him deaf.

Ha! Take that asshole.

He winces at the sound of my scream, keeping me a four inches away from him still holding my arm.

"Do you know what my kind does to people like you old scum ?" The hooded stranger asks the man with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"They kill" He says in a tone as if discussing the weather outside.

Without waiting for a response from the man. The hooded stranger pulled out a pocket knife and fling it straight into the old man's heart and he fell on the ground with a loud thud.

Being Eve Santiago, I start to cry on the spot.

I swear after this mission, I need to win several bloody Emmys for my performance.

"Are you alright miss ?" The hooded stranger asks me. I take the opportunity to analyze him. He seems tall, probably six foot three. I can't see anything or any skin because he's covered in a black coat even his eyes are covered in what looks like a ski mask.

I nod my head, done with my quick observation. My lips still trembling.

"Eve. Eve. My dear Eve." My boyfriend shout as he approach me carefully watching the hooded stranger raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Are you alright baby ?" He asks me still looking at the hooded stranger. His hand rubbing on my back as a sort of comfort.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I whisper out.

"Did he try to get any information out off you ?" The fake blonde man asks me gesturing towards the old dead man. I catch on what he's playing at. I inwardly smirk.

I shake my head 'no' aware of the hooded stranger still watching us.

"Information ?" He questions me with a new found interest. "What for ?"

I wrap my hands around me swaying from side to side with my feet.

"I work with computers. That's all. He probably didn't like the deal I sold him." I say showing him that I'm lying through my face expressions.

"Come with me " He say, voice fill with eager.

"Why should we come with you ?" Diego Mortez the fake blonde questions him.

" Come now. I won't ask nicely again." He hisses out.

My eyes widen in fear and I look back to the body that's sprawled limb on the cold concrete floor and then I look to the stranger my lips trembling.

Giving Diego a look to agree with him, we follow the hooded stranger to an old caramel colored brick three story building that's located only ten minutes away from the alley.