the entire wing was silent. astor's shoes tapped softly on the ground as he pushed open the door, coming to a halt. his gun clicked as he pointed it at the person who across the ballroom. "yo." he said coldly, taking a step forward. he made it halfway across the room before he stopped walking, flicking off the safety. "how's it going?"

astor ran his free hand through his messy, chocolate brown hair. his eyes glittered like gold in the dark light, scanning over the target. they'd met a few times, worked together once or twice. his client had not provided the reason. this particular target was actually rather pleasant, though he didn't feel much of anything when he pictured them in a pool of blood.