Gold

The year is 2025, the event, The Gold and Black Tie Gala to celebrate the centennial of The Great Gatsby.

Everyone who’s anyone was invited. She was incredibly lucky to score a single ticket. Before the limo pulled up she double check her bobbed wig and slid her hand down the beaded gold dress, ensuring her thigh knife was in place.

The flash of paparazzi greeted her at the entrance.  A necessary evil, and one that should play into her plans nicely.

As she stepped into the event she was nearly blown away by the sheer elegance that surrounded her. Obviously the depression hasn’t hit everyone as hard as it did most of the world.

It was a good thing that she had dressed to match to occasion. Her elegantly beaded gold dress was the same hue as the gold that accented the hall. The midnight black bobbed wig framed her angular features and her splash of wicked red lipstick completed the alluring look.  

She wasn’t here for the party, she had a mission to complete. Twitching a nerve in her eye she triggered her facial recognition software contact, she gracefully drew the attention of those around her so it could locate her target.

There he was, standing in his onyx black tux, next to the champagne fountain. She slid up to the refrigerator sized man, dropped the package into this side jacket pocket and disappeared into the crowd.