Disclaimer: I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura. Clamp does.

Prologue

A young man walked silently down a dark alley. To a stranger he just appeared as another street rat going "home", but really he was paying attention to every sound, person, and smell that was going around him. He stopped in front of a small wooden door but he wasn't fooled. It was really a 6-inch thick titanium door painted to look like a wooden door. He pressed a hidden button on the wall and a retina scan popped out, scanning his eyes. It slid back into the wall and the door opened silently. He slipped in and closed the door behind him. It was a small room with only two chairs and a small wooden desk for dealing. A man with his face hidden by shadows was sitting in one of the chairs. The young man glided silently towards the empty chair and sat down. "I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you to come here," said the shadow man. "I need you to assassinate a girl for me." The assassin raised a brow.

"And how much are you offering?" he asked. The shadow man pulled out a metal briefcase and unlocked it, revealing dozens of hundred dollar bills. The assassin looked at it with greedy eyes.

"Exactly 60,000 dollars," the shadow man replied. "Are you in?"

"I'll take it. Who's the target?" the assassin asked. The shadow man slid a picture across the table to me. A young girl about twenty to twenty five smiled into the camera. She had honey colored hair and bright emerald eyes.

"Her name is Sakura Kinomoto. She is twenty four and owns a small patisserie in Manhattan. She lives on 15964, Sparrow Nest Street in a small apartment. The task is simple, kill her."

"Simple enough. Well, ja." The assassin got up to leave. The shadow man called him back.

"You're not going to take at least half the money to promise the rest," he asked. The assassin smirked.

"No need. If I don't get my money, I hunt you down. And you know what happens when an assassin hunts…." And with that he left into the Chicago night.