"For the record, killing the daughter isn't only intended for traumatising the target, but also to make an example of what happens to people who betray the Raztoran Syndicate." Hannah says, and you nod in response, looking thoughtful.
You're still uncertain how you feel about killing. Some, perhaps vestigial part of your human sense of ethics finds it distasteful, but another part of you accepts and even embraces it as a natural part of who you are. You're left with more questions than answers about your own desires, and suppose you'll learn as you go.
"I do have questions, Hannah." You say, "Several, really."
She smiles, "That's expected. Go ahead."
"What equipment do I have access to?" You ask.
"Well, aside from your inbuilt functionality, you have a credit line which you can use to make everyday purchases, and you have another line of Syndicate Credit which you can use to purchase various upgrades to yourself if you desire them. Excluding that, you have everything in your apartment."
You nod, looking through you apartment casually, with Hannah appearing in the right field of your vision no matter how you move about. There are some small arms and weapons, but you doubt you'll be very reliant upon them. Not really your style. There's also a top-of-the-line computer with access to the Net, a very large wardrobe filled with modulated clothing, allowing for a single outfit to be alter its shape, colour and style to a fairly significant degree. There's also a device which allows for limited recon through walls, allowing you to see and hear things occuring on the other side, though it's not a subtle piece of equipment and wearing it would draw attention if you were saw.
"Alright, does Graff have any vices or hobbies?" You ask.
Hannah looked faintly amused, "Well, how much time do you have? It could take a while to list them all. He's got a fair amount of money invested in various gambling, drug-dealing and prostitution groups, but he usually settles only for the gambling and drugs. His wife died six years ago, and he's remained surprisingly faithful even since her death. Every thursday and saturday he attends events at Praxa, a fighting event that pits humans, cyborgs and aliens against each other in fights to body-death. All participants have mind-state recording devices attached, but it's still pretty nasty stuff." She said, "He has his own private box that he uses while attending that event."
"Alright, that's good. Defences?"
"Well, he's a veteran, as I said. He's old now, but has some military-grade combat mods. Nothing heavy, but he'd probably give an APCU run for its money if he wasn't taken by surprise. His home has a small private security team, but they're barely more than standard humans. His bodyguard is a real threat, but is often busy tending to other matters, as Graff generally sends him off for any sensitive matters." Hannah said, another image appearing:
"Graff's bodyguard, Teoldin Szaric. Age 33, served in the Special Forces on the planet Palsinian before immigrating here. Received a Dishonorable Discharge after recording and disseminating footage of himself torturing and killing multiple civilians during a small uprising." Hannah said, cringing a little, "He looks fairly human-standard aside from his arm, but he has almost as much firepower as an EOU packed in his body. Pretty heavy stuff. He's fairly loyal to Graff, but we haven't been able to learn why."
You nod slightly, eying the picture, "Alright. Got a psych profile on Graff? And his daughter? Speaking of which, I'll probably need a picture of her as well."
"Right, of course." Hannah replied.
"Okay, first thing's first. Graff's psych profile is fairly normal, considering. He received an honourable discharge after the war, and settled down with his wife. He apparently dotes on his daughter, and generally comes across as quite friendly and well-adjusted. Women who attempt to seduce him are usually rebuffed, but data suggests that anyone who was able to befriend or care for his daughter would have much more luck. He typically avoided criminal activity, but recently began allowing multiple breaches to our security so information and tech could be stolen."
"What kind of information and tech?" You interrupt to ask.
"According to this, mostly stock and trading information, but also various weapon, shielding and communications technologies." She said.
You nod, "And his daughter?"
"Liliane Armaund is a fairly quiet girl. The incident that killed her mother severely injured her, and more than 60% of her body is synthetic, including around 37% of her brain. She excels in her studies and is doted upon by her father, but has very few friends and spends much of her free time reading, practising the violin and piano with her tutors, and studying. You'd think she'd be a spoiled brat, eh? But all our intel suggests she's a quiet, thoughtful girl who has difficulty socialising but is generally quite friendly. It's almost a shame." Hannah said.
"And is killing her absolutely required?" You ask.
"If you're unwilling to do it, we can have a secondary unit perform that assassination. Alternatively, you could severely maim, cripple or injure her. Or get her to kill her own father."
"That's fairly specific." You say, sounding surprised. "Those are what our orders allow for. If you can force or convince the child to be the one who kills her father, she'll be spared. But otherwise, this is about sending a message to anyone else who would consider such treasonous acts as her father, and if you don't kill or cripple her, they'll send someone else to do it."
"Understood." You reply, sitting down in a chair and gazing up at the ceiling, idly tapping your fingers on the armrest, "Does she have a caretaker?"
"She does have a nanny, Ramoda Rasillus, a cyborg who was a friend of her mother's. She and the girl are rather close. I'm glad you're taking this so seriously. There's nothing worse than being the handler for someone who doesn't plan things thoroughly." Hannah murmurs.
You smile a bit, nodding your head slightly, "Alright. I'll need data on Graff's schedule and daily timetable. If you could keep it updated as best as possible, that'd be great too. The identities of any trusted secretaries and assistants would also be helpful."
"I'll compile all that data for you and have it sent to you. Anything else?"
"Just one question. What kind of deadline am I looking at here?"
"You've got a month. There's no immediate concern, unless something happens and he's alerted to the fact that we're after him. Quicker would be better, but we want the job done right, so take time if you need to."
"Affirmative. Signing off now." You say, and after confirmation, you cut communications, mulling over all the information provided and starting to formulate a plan.
What should be your first course of action?