Lya cleaned the blood from her dagger blade on the man's jacket. She just completed her recent mission, killing two men who hid in the dark warehouse, along with their illegal drug trade empire. She had just been paid by a rival drug dealer. They had guns, but it was much too easy taking them down. She only had a dagger, she didn't even need it, truthfully. Humans weren't very hard to kill, the  more challenging missions were the rare occasions where she got missions to kill supernatural beings.<br/><br/>She looked around the large and rundown warehouse, nearly empty except for a few cardboard boxes stacked against th walls. She resheathed the dagger and looked at the crumpled bodies below. What was it these men had said?,  they talked about  going to a bar, and there was an extremely talented musician they boasted about. "I have to check that out", she thought to herself. But she hoped she wouldn't have to be forced to kill a talented artist because of a rivalry of some sort. That sort of thing happened often in the hired assasin business. It'd be a shame if she had to kill this guy.<br/><br/>She spread her 14 foot wingspan and looked to the broken window, some shattered glass still sticking up from the frame, she ran, pounding her wings and took off into the air tucking her wings in as she exited through the window and into the night. Her wings flapped and glided into the air, propelling herself as she watched transfixed at the city lights below.<br/><br/>She landed in an alley and walked the street until she reached the bar, "here goes" she muttered. She opened the doors scanning amount of people inside. Then, she ordered a drink at the bar and moved at the far corner of the bar away from everyone. She sat down, zipping her hoodie over her Breaking Benjamin t-shirt, then pulled the hood over her head. She crossed her arms and waited, "lets see what's the big deal here." She smirked.