The assassin thought she was being discreet, she surely did. She was sitting at a cafe table in London, book in hand as she watched the passerby. A cup a coffee that had been empty for several minutes now was in front of her. She continuously glanced from her book, to the passerby in the street. The high value target she was looking for would pass by any moment now. Vice's fatal flaw in this plan was her choice of book - a comic book, one she was genuinely interested in reading. Anyone looking at her would find her book choice almost jarring compared to the type of looks she had about her. Of course, someone inevitably took notice enough of Vice that they approached her table, only to be scolded by her. "Shoo! Don't you see I'm busy with something?" She snappily waved her hand dismissively at the person.