Completely concealed, she watched with a vicious turmoil she hadn't felt in years. Finally it would be over today. Live or die, it would be over. The desiccated wind blew the one stray blonde twist of hair that she could never get to stay under the hair cap. Her married man had always joked that it would be the one thing that would get her killed. A sad smile crossed her brass as she thought that it was the ONE thing that had saved her life-time that day.

Her mind raced back over the class that they had both worked for the agency. They had been a damn good team, working together but always independent, able to change any view of the mission at a minute's notice. ‘ well, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a hard worker to the plan. I pulled his ass out of peril Sir Thomas More than a few prison term ; the man was always in a hurry.'

A shiver ran through her as she remembered the day they had been sent after respective ISIS leaders. A blamed retrieval that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab several of the leader for information. They had started to relieve oneself their motility when, her damnable tress broke lose again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her pass to the slope when she noticed the physique up of various containers that weren't supposed to be there.

Yelling a warning she pulled several grenades, throwing them on the run. Even as the semi-automatic fire started she didn't period. She couldn't, moving ahead for half an hour. Finally stopping she cursed when she saw that he wasn't behind her. Carefully, knowing she was breaking ordination, she crept back to see what was going on. Growling she saw that the ISIS soldiers had mortal hung by their arms between 2 poles.

crawl finisher she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 millimeter half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knifes and her armed combat tongue. Still creeping forward she heard the guards bragging about the gaining control of the man. Trying to cool off herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the throat of the guard that turned the corner. Moving a little further, she slit the adjacent one's throat even as he was fishing his cock out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 thousand when the man noticed her. Shaking his head and motioning to the edifice behind him, indicating at least 30 men. Telling her he loved her, he motioned for her to go, telling her good bye. unable to swallow this, she made her way to the construction lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the window. Smiling she listened to the sounds of the men dying in the building before the doors burst open.

lottery her 9 mm she took out the first few but knew they would get her also. Escaping she made her way to the rendezvous, getting in ; the carpenter's plane took off, no inquiry. The landing on an abandoned airstrip outside of British capital, a typical average English foggy day.

travel overland in the meter up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the small flat they had shared. Picking up the telephone set the woman hooked various twist to it and waited.

Ring ! clink !"Hello, welcome to superlative storage warehouse consolidation how may we help you ?"Came the sweet voice of a Brigham Young sounding female.

"Yes I have an order I'd like to position, 1 million second power feet needed."The woman answered still holding her choler in check.

"Alright please postponement while I connect you."Can the chirpy voice.

There was a series of clicks then came a man's phonation,"What in the hell on earth happened ? We sent you in for a simple recovery ! I want you back here."

"I'm not coming back in you pudding head son of a bitch ! I'm going after ISIS and I won't blockage ‘ til they are all DEAD ! You hear me you retarded asshole ! You sent us in blind ! There was more than twice the number there that should have been."The char shouted letting her Pentagon contact have all her anger.

"I admit the information was faulty but ..."The man started.

"Faulty ! Listen to me ass wipe ! I am not coming back, send any after me and you will soon be hurting for agentive role. depart me the hell alone."Here the woman heaved a huge sigh."I mean it or you will become one of my victims !"Slamming the earphone down she figured she had ten minute before they started to hunt her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of London, she was about ten closure away when she saw the blackamoor cars start to get in at the construction she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her heart forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, time to take the street. Climbing down she drifted into the bunch of the great unwashed and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, half of the leaders had been found with their throat cut, drumhead cleaved almost in half many of those burned almost beyond recognition. Near or on each of them had been the resolve that a holy international jihad had been declared upon ISIS. A blood oath was being exacted for the killing of a sanctum assassin's kinsfolk. The killing would not blockade ‘ til all of the leadership of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence were dead.

Shaking, the man had never seen the extent of the slice that had taken place on each man. It was something out of the ancient times of the emeer with the end of a thousand cuts. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of backup man. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his eyes opened wide as a blonde mantrap appeared before him.

"I already live where all of them are. I am your and their saint of death, for the death of my family I will demand the pedigree curse on all of you. By the way asshole, enjoy your death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiles the cleaning woman spat in the man's side, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The cleaning lady smiled. That had been most satisfying, one of the more enjoyable deaths she'd done. Crossing the street the woman's side suddenly got good, so far she had taken out all of the minor leader. That one had been the first of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the more major leader's house. She had worked all calendar week to get herself installed into the household of the loss leader. trouble was the leaders were so seldom at their homes.

knock at the door she came to, the guard asked her a few questions then nodded and let her in. Her cheek hidden by the Ghutrah the woman smiled, their own tradition were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the house, the cleaning lady went to the main room where to the highest degree of the men were. Good she thought, he's still here. Getting out of sight she waited. What she had put into they were drinking, should stimulate them going to the bathroom soon.

Almost half an hour later the drawing card and 2 of his guards arose to lead to the back of the house. Turning the woman swiftly secreted herself in the room, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guard duty outside the door. Moving swiftly the cleaning woman had already cut the man's throat, then for good measurement cut the man's penis off and stuffed it into his dying mouth. Her arm moving at a blinding stop number she cut the man as much as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely stupefy xx feet away from the situation before there were several call, then female wow. Smiling the charwoman thought ‘ only a few more now ’.

ternary hebdomad ago


The woman had already made her plans to go forth England. So far she hadn't seen any agents but she knew they were there. Ha ! Amateurs ! She'd have already tracked where she was, made plan, and executed them. These raw agents were slow as tinker's dam ! Where was the all out man William Holman Hunt for her ? Only ten year before they would deliver had every damn agent out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The entire delegacy had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the approach of an odd hand truck. Tried but truthful huh ? Activating various shift near the room access, then the lavatory and bedroom doorway she made her way out and up the flak escape tripping a cobbler's last set as she left. The half-wit ! She'd warned them, now they would own to look at with the clean up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the first shout, then several more. Making the roof side by side threshold she was making her way down when the intact apartment exploded. Grabbing a burner prison cell she dialed a act and waited. In a quiet and unagitated voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass wipe, what you lose twenty, thirty broker ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."wall hanging up, she threw the cell in the chalk as she made her was to her next safe house.

She was about three closure away when she saw the surveillance van, then the motortruck, along with respective people roaming around. Ducking into an alley, she applied a skin mask she had for just such an occasion. walk by the van she didn't even stop when she dropped the hired man bag she'd been carrying. moment later there was a huge detonation as the van blew apart. She was beside the motortruck when two men exited, then suddenly fell to the pavement, each with a golf hole in his chest.

walk further, she pulled another burner cellular phone and dialed again."That's come across two asshole. I can keep killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. Keep it up and you'll have to replace the unharmed shit agency."dangling up, she tossed the cell and kept going.

Disappearing into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar Channel burrow wagon train. Aboard, she kept keep an eye on the altogether time as the train made its way to France. Making her way out of the post she began to see More and more agent. Shaking her promontory she guessed she'd have to kill more of them to finally get her point across. Walking by a few of them, mass began to squall as men were suddenly hitting the flooring. At the door of the post the charwoman turned and crooked her finger's breadth with a grinning then exited.

The outset four never knew what hit them, the next two went down looking. The relief took cover as the woman slowly made her way to a hack. It should only take a day or two to strive the Syrian joker borderline then another to start finding the leaders

A workweek ago


The fair sex smiled after the violent death of the first two Major drawing card. ISI was in a affright. They had started to circularize excuse to the holy assassin, anything to add the jihad against them to a close. Laughing the fair sex decided it was time to really make out with these assholes. Commandeering a broadcast array she sent her own message.

"I am the holy assassin, for the wrongful kill of my family, I am rakehell oath sworn to eliminate all. I will not check nor will I be stopped, make your pacification with Allah. Know that death is the only companion you have now and as we all know, death only waits so long."The woman said, her voice well disguised.

In Washington D.C. the woman's old handler shook his head word ; she had gone completely off the abstruse end. A jehad ? She alone ? What in the Scheol was she thinking ? True she had done more to eradicate a immense component part of Isis but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an approximation, one he should have thought of before now.

It was two days later when a airplane landed in Turkey, and a finespun looking fair sex agentive role stepped off of it. An almost sneering look was on her face. Shaking her head, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could kill about of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smile lit up her face, her target on the early hand ; now that would be a true challenge !

The adult female had killed all but three of the leaders now ; they were going to be the hardest to get to. She was awaiting the arrival of one of the three when a slight, very cold-shoulder movement caught her eyes. SO ! They were finally starting to get life-threatening, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a good agent and acquaintance for a while.

A diffused rustling voice drifted through the wind instrument to the womanhood's ears."Damn it Barbie ! Never thought I'd be taking you out. You were the easily, though no more that you've lost your mind."growling, the woman re-positioned herself.

"You know I hate that public figure, Kenna, always have. As if you don't remember, I am far better when I am mad. Is that what you are hoping for ?"The woman said.

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the audio of respective tongue being thrown, then there was a gasp and a clump as a body hit the basis. The one called Barbie walked up to Kenna shaking her head."I haven't lost my mind, he lied to you, I am taking revenge is all, and they killed John. I will finish this, and then I'll stopping point him. I warned him to stop pursuing me, know I'll kill him for the both of us."

"Good,"came the weakening voice of Kenna."He told all of them you were on a buck private war. Revenge isn't war, no it's far beyond that."Kenna grabbed Barbie's arm as she started to leave."kill the bastard slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her friend let out her decease rattle.

present Day


Her slender torso tensed. She had to shit indisputable before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the irregular and third in dictation two and three daylight ago respectively, Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence had tightened certificate up to a point that it would be ALMOST impossible to get to the man. Almost but not totally unacceptable, there was always a way in, problem was getting out awake. Watching further, she saw the main loss leader of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence pop off his car. Barbie had studied the man for the last few workweek. The others had really been nothing, but this man, HE was the most revered and trump guarded.

Looking on, she saw that, yes, the man had a lot of guards, yes, he was in the car, but this man she saw wasn't the leader. Waiting about half an hour more, another car drove up and three men got out. The man who was out lastly, looked at everything, constantly appraising everything. ‘ Ah !'Barbie thought, ‘ There the son of a bitch is !'

Following the three men, she saw they entered another share of the complex, a trivial use and even less known area. Waiting a few minutes, she entered the honest-to-god section of the bunker and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping short, she heard a man issuing orderliness to someone in the bunker with him. Getting flat against the paries the woman waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the corner and walked right hand past her ! What the perdition ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the doorway, she was surprised when she saw a modern war elbow room. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a bitch has to die. He does receive some nifty toys.'

looking at for the three she had seen go in, she was surprised when they weren't in there. Walking in against the wall, she soon heard voices in another elbow room. What the hell ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... Okay, now I really want to kill this man of trash. Pulling respective of her throwing knives, she crept to the doorway and peeked in.

There on the bed the loss leader had a teen male being held down by the other two men while he raped the teen's ass. Bursting in Barbie threw and buried both of the throwing tongue to the hilt in the two men's throats.

No longer being held down, the teen started to contend back, kicking and punching the loss leader, finally throwing the quondam man off onto the trading floor. Drawing her combat tongue Barbie advanced on the man on the floor. Swiftly she cut the man's genital organ loose and commenced to ingurgitate the flaming subject in the man's mouth."Suck and choke on that you sick son of a beef !"Leaving her final calling wit, she spit in the dying man's face.

Looking around, Barbie knew she didn't have a great deal fourth dimension. The men she'd seen leaving earlier would be back as soon as they saw the teen. Making her way back out into the main room again, Barbie started to look at everything. A volcano suddenly caught her attention. Snatching the grating loose, she started to pull in her way out, or so she thought.

Stopping, she saw that she was in the other persona of the dugout. dirt ! dorsum tracking, she found another way that went Sir Thomas More up. Almost an hour later she emerged on the other side of meat of the hill that backed the bunker. There was of course of study add up confusion as men were running everywhere not really sure what to do. Smiling, the woman waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was dead, his dead body in the venthole with her. Changing clothes, she slowly made her way away from the bunker area. One thing left to do, she smiled.

It was three days after the trap incident ; the handler was reading the written report. They had found a organic structure that was wearing female combat clothes in a vent, burnt beyond acknowledgement. Shaking his headspring, he doubted it was her. He knew she was coming for him ; it was just when that was in interrogation. Sighing, he already knew he was absolutely ; Kenna was the stopping point that could have killed her. When they found her body, he resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing they could do to end her now.

Sighing, he sat back and took a vast draft of the whisky he had in his desk."I wondered when you were going to get here,"the man said when he saw the darkness on the wall.

"Oh, I've been here a few clock time. I hope you like the whiskey."Barbie said.

The man stopped a second and rock his point looking at the spyglass."poisonous substance ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poison. Let's see : secretions from the Blue poison Frog of Brazil, Curare from the Strychnos vine in exchange America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In small doses they cause palsy. Yes, you're right, I don't usually use poisons, but I made a promise to Kenna. A promise that I'd kill you slowly. You should already feel the core of the two poisons."

"Why ?"The man asked."After all I did for you and ..."

"Yes, after all you did ; all the lies. I am going to enjoy watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor thin blade from a fount in her pocket, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted enough fourth dimension. Shall we begin ? ”