Ah, Bolívar state. Throughout the Gran Sabana mountains, the many waterfalls roar a welcome...and a salute, to those who die here.

This is Bolívar City. It's the fucking capital.

Here, in a courthouse, noise pollutes. It's starting to get out-of-hand...

A gavel sits on the judge's bench. She smiles, takes it up in her hand, and pounds it. Gradually, the chaos dies, and everyone who's standing sits.

Across the street, there's a parking garage. A grey sedan slithers among the many levels, in search of an inconspicuous place to park.

She finds one, and alights. She's in stringy heeled sandals. Her legs are bare. Her attire is a little purple dress.

Meet Taissia. She's a hit girl. She opens her trunk (the one in her car) and pulls out a guitar case. She's here to crank out some hits. (Don't get excited; these hits are NEVER on Top 40.)

Clapping the parking lot floor like a horse, Taissia makes her way across the lot. Her sandals make quite the echo.

A man sees her. He cat-calls her. She runs. He chases her.

She vanishes. He gets to the rail, and looks around for her. He can't see her. So, he heads back out, on his way...

As long as it lasts, Taissia hides beneath the rail, in a tight spot. Beneath her heeled sandals, the cement crumbles...and falls for five levels.

Down here, Taissa abandons her shoes...and dress. She's in revealing grey lingerie now.

She unpacks her guitar case. There are parts to a sniper rifle inside. One at a time, she pieces it together.

On either side of the street, towers stand. A lot of civil servants work in them. Far below, a little traffic rolls. In Bolívar state, it's often hard to keep the streets clean, with all of the rivers flooding as often as they do. (Once a month, at least.)

In goat steps, Taissia slithers around a stone ledge orbiting one. From where she is, it's thirty-five stories down. Like any chick, Ulyanovsker or not, she'd hate to fall from here. Alas, she'd be lying if she said this doesn't give her a sexual thrill.

As communist as these Venezuelan States tend to be, Taissia's rather disappointed that they don't pay more tithes to Red Son...

Up ahead, there's a stone water spout, shaped like a jaguar's head. It sits at the corner of the block. It faces the courthouse. On her stocked chest, Taissia lies over it, and starts aiming her rifle.

The rifle's got an X-ray scope. She can see right through every concealing surface between her and the target. She can even see the target's heart beating; a little white dot, enlarging and contracting, within the chest of a judge who should be more nervous than she is...

Taissia doesn't blame its speed, though. As a fellow woman, she understands that the only time a woman's heart ever truly breathes slowly is when she's asleep...

She drops a density-adjusting bullet into the chamber, and slides the bolt action into place, loading her weapon. Now, she relaxes. She waits, and aims. There's nothing between her and her target. She inhales, exhales, and pulls the trigger...

Inside the courthouse, the judge begins to issue the verdict. "For the murder of a state gendarme, this court finds the defendant..."

As the bullet flies, it changes its density, and flies through walls as if they weren't there. Moments before reaching the target, the bullet becomes as hard as a rock, and shatters the judge's head, like a jar, as it flies through it. Against the bench, the bloody bullet is flattened. It flies through the air, like a bloody coin, and bounces across the floor, at the defendant's feet, to a stop.

The court panicks, and flees for the exits. Infants start bawling, as their mothers struggle to evacuate them from the trauma zone.

Taissia's brought a pill. She twists it. It turns into a bucket. She drops another pill into the bucket, and punches a button on it. It secretes a bunch of acid, which fills the bucket.

Taissia places the rifle in the bucket, barrel-up. It dissolves, as she lowers the long part of it into the bucket. Once it's dissolved, she literally kicks the bucket. It cascades thirty-five stories down, into the branches of a sycamore tree. The only marks the stray acid leaves are marks most people would mistake for onces that sycamore trees are supposed to have.

Sycamore trees, after all, are "sick more" than they're healthy...

Next, Taissia makes her escape, in baby steps. The cops are going to have a hard time tracing her bullet, since the bullet didn't leave any entry marks in any of the walls it went through to get to her target...

On another ledge around another tower in town, Taissia looks around. Below, she sees a pharmaceutical factory. It smells nice. Ah, but if only the smell was enough for her to get high on...

Taissia can't miss this opportunity. She finds her way down, and a way into that prolific mill of herbs...