Vessa appeared on a side street somewhere in the Wishing Constellation, as the evening was lit by captured moon light. Shadows in the sky, hints of light that couldn’t be tracked, as if constantly hidden at the corner of your eye. The hum of voices filled the air as numbers surrounded Vessa’s mind in a cacophony. 

Male 25: 83%, Female 38: 92%, Female 17: 94%, Male 50: 97%, Male 36: 81%, Female 24: 62%, Male 21: 77%, Male 23: 79%, Male 25: 61%, Male 20: 73%, Female 16: 69%.

She let the numbers flow in her mind as she looked for the right one. Vessa began walking up the side street towards a main thoroughfare. The file had said this was a town full of young Wishers, and ample criminal activity. Which explained why some of the numbers were lower than normal. 

The main street flickered from polished gold to gleaming ruby red. Vessa looked back to the street she came off. It was simple stone. The Wishers here weren’t in their prime, or maybe they just liked this aesthetic. Either way, it wouldn’t matter. Vessa looked back to the main road and took a right towards the shops and restaurants lit by floating orbs as the captured moon light wasn’t enough on its own. 

Female 17: 90%, Male 36: 78%, Male 27: 84%, Female 41: 62%, Female 204: 81%, Male 76: 94%

Vessa continued to scour through the numbers with no luck as of yet. She passed a brothel with women standing outside, barely clothed. Perhaps her target would be inside. Vessa walked passed the building as she reached for the numbers inside. 

 Female 17: 64%, Male 305: 94%, Female 15: 53%, Male 260: 87% Male 396: 95% Female 13: 84% , Male 354: 92%, Female 16: 76%. 

None of the men were young enough as oppose to the women…girls. Vessa thought about killing the men, but knew it would be pointless. She looked away from the brothel and up to people floating on chairs as they ate food from their tables. 

Vessa continued walking down the street, filtering the numbers flowing into her mind. Three thirty-five-year-olds catching her attention. None of them felt like the piece of clothing in the file, but she tucked them into a corner of her mind just in case.

Male 26: 84%, Female 24: 91%, Male 976: 68% Female 17: 73% , Male 3: 75%, Female 1: 90%, Male 35: 64%.

Vessa slowed as she scanned through the tables passed the couple, old man and mother with children to the man sitting alone. The tables jerked into freefall before floating again, but only the kids noticed. The rest of the occupants were clearly used to the failing Wish. 

The man didn’t match the description, nor did his number feel like the piece of clothing in the file. Such things could be circumvented, but his body language said calm and the papers and books covering the table didn’t match the assignment’s interests. Never the less she tucked him away with the other unlikely thirty-five-year-olds.

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She walked past store fronts offering small Wishes for clothes, tools and food. A boy knelt on the side of the path in front of a man in a cheap suit. Vessa looked at the shop to see shoes through the glass. 

Male 12: 73%

Male 37: 81%

“I Wish your shoes were cleaned and polished.” The boy said, and the man looked down at his shoes before handing the boy a few anti magic tokens. 

Male 56: 81% Female 6: 82%, Male 17: 75%, Male 19: 83%, Male 25: 86%, Female 34: 79%

“Can I clean and polish your shoes, miss?” The boy asked Vessa, as one of the orbs floating in the air the color of cherry bumped into her. 

“Miss?” The boy asked and Vessa shook her head. If he tried Wishing on her, it would give her nature away. She gazed at the crowd before her as she parsed through their numbers.

Female 356: 85% , Female 14: 67%, Male 25: 54% Female 316: 73% Male 114: 74%, Male 124: 87%, Male 135: 81%, Male 133: 73%, Female 16: 68%, Female 15: 59%, Male 35: 24% 

There she had him. Vessa latched onto her assignment and let the other 35-year-old males slip from her hold. 

The boy let out a whistle that pierced through the chatter, and all eyes turned to Vessa.

“Shoes miss?” The boy asked, and Vessa looked down at him. She was terrible at reading children. He was clearly a look out. “Number assassin! Number assassin!” He shouted before running away from her. Vessa watched the boy go; her target still held in her mental grip. Though she wasn’t sure which of the running people he was.

Never the less it didn’t matter. Vessa lowered his number.

Male 35: 1% – 45%

A man fell to his knees, the crowd parted from him like oil and water. 

He shook his head before stumbling to his feet and turning in her direction.

“I Wish you would die.” He said and a woman nearby fell to the ground, dead. That was the reason most ran, not from her, which would be pointless, but from the backlash.

He shook his head again. She could feel him resisting her. The number flickering like the streets from gold to ruby red.

Male 35: 1% – 24%

“I Wish bricks would fall on your head.” He said and bricks did fall from the air, but above him, not her. 

He let out a shout and then jumped to the side. She felt his focus fail and her will snap fully into place. He stumbled back to his feet and looked at her. His eyes were panicked and his chest heaved in and out. 

Male 35: 0%

“There are numbers counting down in my mind.” He said as tears fell down his face and Vessa nodded. 

“I Wish I would die.” He said, and he fell back to the ground, though this time he would not be getting back up.

She pulled out her assignment book and was whisked away to her next assignment.