[ WP ] You are at a masquerade party , when a stunning girl in a mesmerizing mask walks up to you and slips something into your palm . Before you can do anything , she slips away into the crowd .

The slim woman with the mesmerising mask of an owl came up to Ben and shook his hand. 
 
 `` Do I know-'' The woman slyly put a finger to Ben's lips and walked away. A note was left in Ben's hand. 
 
 The words, **DO N'T TRUST THE CAT** were scrawled upon the note. 
 
 *Shit, * Ben thought, *it had to be cryptic. Why is it always cryptic? * 
 
 As a professional hitman Ben had gotten some cryptic notes. The targets were n't usually written out in bold in a manilla folder with a picture of the person next to the it. That would have been too easy. Besides, if Ben screwed up and killed the wrong person they did n't have to pay. He flipped the note over. **MEET ME IN THE SHED FOR PAYMENT. ** 
 
 *After I fuck up and kill the wrong person of course. * Ben sighed and put down his glass of wine on the nearest table. Not a single sip had been taken from it. He began to walk through the crowd that the mysterious woman had slipped through. He saw no sign of her, nor the cat. He saw elephant masks, tiger masks, foxes, wolves. A little bit of everything really. 
 
 He found himself at the front door soon enough. 
 
 `` Leaving so soon?'' Asked the waiter. A tall man with a wisp of moustache on his upper lip and shortly cut hair. 
 
 `` No, I merely forgot something. I shall return in a moments notice.'' Ben replied. The waiter nodded and opened the door for Ben. `` Thank you.'' He said. The mansion the party had been held in was exquisite, ( as mansions tended to be ) and there were at least three hundred guests, all cramped up inside. The host of the party remained a mystery to Ben. He had simply been called, offered a price and given an invitation. 
 
 `` I will inform you of your target upon your arrival. Wear the mask of a jaguar and talk to no one.'' The mysterious voice at the other end had said. At the time it souded like a set up. No one hired hitman at parties. But the price was too good to refuse and Ben had taken it. 
 
 Ben walked out of the front gates and took a left down into an alley way where he had parked his car. Pulling out his keys and unlocking it, Ben walked to the boot and flung it open. He took of his mask and threw it amongst the contents of the boot. 
 
 Inside sat: a suppressed pistol, a briefcase filled to the brim with various poisons and toxins, a folded up body bag and a jerry can. 
 
 Ben grabbed the pistol and slipped it into the inside pocket of his suit, easily concealed. He flipped open the briefcase and took a small vial containing arsenic and another holding kolokol. He put both into the inside pocket of his suit, opposite his pistol. *Perhaps I will not need the gun, * Ben decided. He took out the pistol and put it back in the boot of the car. He grabbed his jaguar mask and sighed. 
 
 The party seemed less lively than before, which was a good thing, depending on how you viewed the situation. He went to collect his untouched glass of wine again when a women came out from the crowd. 
 
 She wore a dress of fine red satin and the mask of a cat. 
 
 *Is this my target? * The women came up to Ben and took his hand, murmuring, `` I am the woman that hired you. Follow me and I will tell you all you need to know.'' Her voice sounded similar to that of the caller, but he had not heard the other woman's voice, so he could not compare the two. 
 
 She led him to a bedroom. A spare one by the looks of it. She released his hand and turned to a cabinet. From it she pulled note. *Here we go again. * 
 
 `` Here.'' She handed him the note. At least this one was n't cryptic. It had the name Vanessa O'Reilly written at the top, followed by a photo and the message: She wears an owl mask. *Fuck me. * The last time Ben had been given such a convoluted assassination he had just killed both. The pay was too good to risk the same mistake as last time. `` Once she is dealt with, meet me in the shed for your pay.'' With that the woman in the cat mask left. 
 
 Ben soon found his way back to the untouched glass of wine. He took a sip and sighed. He walked to an empty nearby seat and sat. It would be a while before he reached a decent conclusion on who to kill. 
 
 He had been sitting there for nigh on half an hour when the owl mask wearing woman came back to him. 
 
 This time she spoke, `` Has the cat been dealt with?'' Her voice sounded familiar to the other woman. He did not know who had called him. Despite her face being concealed, Ben could make out enough of her features to determine that she was indeed the cat's intended target. 
 
 `` Not as of yet.'' Ben replied cooly. 
 
 `` See too it. You know where to find me.'' She then disappeared into the crowd once more. Ben sighed and dug into his pockets. He knew how he could kill either one of them, or even both, it was just a matter of who. He found what he was looking for and took it out. He made a fist and placed the small coin atop it. 
 
 *Heads for the owl, tails for the cat. * 
 
 Ben flipped the coin. 

