She waited patiently on the roof top, the mayor wasn't the target and the mobster was only an extra, her target would be whatever unlucky super who coming to help. Sniper poised, loaded and cocked. The silence was relaxing, it mean she was safe and nothing could interrupt her. Underneath her mask, a slight grin formed, possibly from the adrenaline, emotions were a relatively new discovery for her, rage was the only one she'd ever known so things like empathy and sadness were minor inconveniences at best. Her stomach gurlgled, she was what her boss had told was hunger. She would grab some civilian for a snack after the hit before taking a V contract. Her spirits were lifted when her target appeared.