A strange feeling, A strange city

She approached silently, the hiss of the air itself would have made more noise then her silk pants at this time.  She could be silent, she could be brutal.  She would be.  She saw the nape of the womans neck, so slender, the heart pumping blood, causing the neck to pulse.  She was so close, It would be over in secconds.  She was a killer.  This was her element.  Her hand outstretched...  'Tamoko!  STOP!  ' The call split the air.  Sitting bolt upright in the dark room, Tamoko slid from the silk sheets, the room was luxurious, it was as she had left it, no one was here so who called out to her?  Crossing to the window Tamoko drew back the heavy drapes and peered down into the street below.  This was a strange city, she had been here but a few hours and already she carried with her ill feelings.  Something about this job didn't bode well for her.  Stepping away from the curtains, the molten silver glow in the room plunged back into heavy shadows and she flopped back onto the bed, her silk pyjamas hissing against the silk of the sheets and closed her eyes, trying to meditate, regain her focus.  Within moments of closing her eyes a face filled her mental eye, she watched it long in silent observation.  She had only been given the briefest description of this man, yet his face filled her mind constantly.  White murkey eyes stared at her intently from beneath a crimson hood, grey skin covered him.  The shadows that flitted about him made Tamoko interested.  He was odd this man indeed, it was time Tamoko sought him out, so she could get the hell out of this strange city.