'You know, once I have some stable income, and can unfreeze my accounts, I should really invest in some real estate here.' Adiel quietly mused to himself as he walked along the sidewalk. To the random passerby, the angel appeared no different from any other rich prick: Clean, pressed black suit and tie, expensive sunglasses and watch, and a black, leather briefcase in his hand. He could easily be mistaken for the owner of one of these businesses.
'Come to think of it, I think I did own a garment factory for a short time. Then it got run out of business by Fortune's own factory. Another reason to kill him, I guess...'
Adiel checked his watch. His ship out of here left in nine hours. Plenty of time to pull the trigger, slip away, and ditch the evidence. He then checked the street signs, and walked another block down before taking an abrupt right into an alley. As he walked between two large office buildings, he counted the doors. Adiel stopped at the third. It was a simple, metal door with a simple lock.
"I think this is it..." Adiel whispered. He checked both ends of the alley to make sure he was alone. He was. He then reached into his jacket to retrieve his lock picks and set to work on the lock. After about thirty seconds, the door unlocked with a satisfying click. Adiel smiled, replaced his picks, and quietly slipped inside, once again making sure he wasn't being followed.
The door lead to a small, dimly lit hallway that must have only been used for maintenance. The walls and floors were white, and stank of cleaning fluids. Blue eyes flitted to a door marked "Stairs", and that was where Adiel went next. Flight after flight he went, the only noise being the hard soles of his leather shoes striking the linoleum. After what seemed like an eternity, Adiel finally came upon a door at the very top. He straightened his tie, ran a hand through his hair, recomposed himself, and stepped through.
He was greeted with a gust of artificial wind that immediately sent his tie flapping and signified that he had found the roof. Straight ahead he could see the massive building that was Chase Fortune's factory. Making sure to keep low just in case someone looked out of a window, Adiel slipped closer to the building's edge, taking cover behind a massive A/C unit that both provided cover and cast a dark shadow over him. He knelt and placed the briefcase on the ground before him. Undoing the latches, Adiel set the fake documents aside and lifted the wooden panel that concealed the case's true contents: a compact, powerful, and collapsible rifle.
Quickly and efficiently he worked, assembling the gun. When he was finished, he sat against the A/C unit, holding the rifle across his chest to steady his aim, and began dialing in on the massive windows across the street that marked Chase's office.
"Where are you, you snitching little bastard...?" he grumbled silently, a small, maniacal grin spreading across his features.