She sat, calmly watching the evening news relay her successful assignment.
She listened to the Fourth Bay City Police Chief spew fumes, as he promised to smoke out the killer.
Promises, promises, and promises…
And she hadn't been caught. For the whole twelve years that she had been active, across the Country, murdering people.
She zapped through the stations, one after the other, while contemplating on calling Chief.
She knew he must have known of how her mission went, courtesy of the Angel Organization.
After a little deliberation, she settled for the next day.
Flexing her fingers, she grabbed her grape juice bubbling with ice in a tall glass, and took a refreshing sip.
Meanwhile, outside her cosy apartment, the City was ringing with the news of the strange murder.