The girl held the precious item gingerly in her small hands and stared at its puffy and golden flakes as if it was pure gold.  Oh, how heavenly it would be with that first bite but she knew another reward worth much, much more awaited her decision.  She smiled and carefully shifted the pastry to its proper center.  A corner of the sheet was missing but it did not bothered her, the prized center was all that matter.  She placed the rewrapped pastry inside the made up pouch from her shirt and ran with all her strength home. 

The smile plastered on her face will have its reflection mirrored on the faces of those she love.  A lasting reward for the little girl to see the faces of her mother and siblings delighted by this small gift she brought home.  Home she ran with lighthearted steps.  Conversely, heavier footsteps destined on different path of resolution was commencing with deadlier result.

‘2:00 PM center market, blue suit.’ Discreetly, the woman in black burka examined the butter-stained wrapper the last time before tearing it into unrecognizable pieces of trash to join many other that littered the street.  Returning her emptied hands inside the burka, the feel of the cold silencer against the boiling heat reassured her.  They resumed the walk as 2 o’clock strikes near. 

The center market was bustling with street vendors selling goods from any imaginable origin.  Most dressed in conforming color of black or various brown shades. A middle-aged man dressed in worn out blue suit, distinguishable, visibly hard at work selling foreign goods by his makeshift shack.

Her companion approached the shack bargaining for a jewelry box, a gift perhaps. She stayed a safe few steps behind in wait.  A purchase was made as money-exchanged hands.  Her companion returned shortly and handed her the jewelry box, a sign of confirmation. 

They resumed their walk through the market with her left hand held the jewelry box strategically at front waist.  Their path crossed a few meters in direct view of the blue suited merchant, their eyes straight ahead, the cold silencer freed from her inner belly directing it aim at the blue shade beyond from below the jewelry box.

Pfft…pfft…

Two indiscernible bullets fired from the belly of the woman aim at the blue target one after another, millimeter apart.  The close distance and accuracy of the shots expertly pierced his suit and chest cavity without causing a stain or drop of blood to soil his suit, yet.  Their steps veered left and quickened away from the scene.  An old Toyota Landcruiser welcomed two passengers as it sped off leaving a trail of smog and dust in its wake.  Police sirens and horrified screams filled the empty space of two missing patrons.