She can’t find the target

Maki ignored the cold mountain air as she set up at her outlook. An old abandoned way station from back when this the mansion used to be a ski lodge. It gave an easy look into the building without needing to get close. Of course, since it had to be set up as an accident, she didn’t have the luxury of simply sniping from a safe distance. Still, she took out her rifle and peered through the scope. The large windows allowed her to see almost everyone inside.

That’s where the trouble began. She only had a description to work off of, no picture. Wolff was dark-haired, tattooed and notably freckled. As she scanned the grounds, the issue became apparent. Everyone had masks. It looked like a fancy masquerade, only offset by the numerous armed guards circling the halls. Dammit. She was hoping she could ID the target from afar.

She packed up and started her approach. She couldn’t afford to leave footprints in the snow, anything like that could arouse too much suspicion. The old ski lifts were the only way to get close. She scaled the nearest tower and shimmied along the wires. The cold air was really starting to nip at her, especially right between her legs. Maybe the only downside of going commando.

Pushing through, she eventually managed to arrive at the lodge. The sound of revelry inside masked any sound of her ascending the drainpipe and picking the lock to the roof access door. Luckily they hadn’t manned that entrance, likely under the assumption that nobody would be so reckless. Maki ducked into a closet and started to work out how to find her mark.