Out on the street, around 8:15<br/><br/>After checking the news on her next target, the "Butterfly" prepared herself for action. She wanted to meet this guy, before doing anything. The young woman knew she didn't really have to meet her victim in advance. But a sort of unhealthy curiosity always ended up leading her to want to know more and more. Eventually, she felt that job was leading her, slowly but surely, on the path of insanity.<br/><br/>It was just an eventual thought. Most of the time, she felt it was just a job. You check on the target, you do the job and you get paid. And without actually getting your hands stained. What's to feel sorry about?<br/><br/>The woman slipped in the shower and made herself presentable and apparently harmless before leaving the house. She checked herself in the mirror. A baby blue dress, hair tied on a braid, ballet flats, nearly no make up. Perfect. Just the look she was going for. Young and innocent. Great. After one last check, she finally went out of her house.<br/><br/>As she went down on the elevator, the Butterfly checked her phone for the address. "Hmmm... okay. 'Bout 15 minutes. Let's do this", she murmured to herself. The bus the young woman took right outside the building took her to a large building with a large "Community Clinic" sign right above the entrance. "Lovely", she murmured one more time, before going in and finding the area marked "reception".<br/><br/>"Good morning. I would like to set up an appointment with Dr. Stevens, please". The woman's voice was kept at a low volume and a polite intonation.<br/>"Dr. Stevens has an opening after lunch, at 2 p.m.. Are you his patient already?"<br/>"No, ma'am. First time."<br/>"Insurance or private?"<br/>"Private, ma'am."<br/>The woman mumbled something and picked up a form.<br/>"All right. Fill this one out and leave it there. And be here on time, please."<br/>"Yes, ma'am", the young woman replied, before doing as she was told. 2 p.m. would be the time when her job would officially start.