Completely concealed, she watched with a vicious exhilaration she hadn't felt in age. Finally it would be over today. Live or die, it would be over. The arid tip blew the one stray blonde twist of hair that she could never get to stay under the hair's-breadth cap. Her husband had always joked that it would be the one matter that would get her killed. A sad smile crossed her face as she thought that it was the ONE thing that had saved her life that day.

Her mind raced back over the days that they had both worked for the agency. They had been a damn secure squad, working together but always independent, able-bodied to change any face of the mission at a instant's notice. ‘ well, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a striver to the plan. I pulled his ass out of danger more than a few times ; the man was always in a hurry.'

A thrill ran through her as she remembered the day they had been sent after several Inter-Services Intelligence leader. A bedamn retrieval that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab several of the leaders for information. They had started to pee their motion when, her damnable tress broke lose again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her head to the incline when she noticed the build up of respective 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 check. She couldn't, moving ahead for half an time of day. Finally stopping she cursed when she saw that he wasn't behind her. Carefully, knowing she was breaking purchase order, she crept back to see what was going on. Growling she saw that the Isis soldiers had someone hung by their arms between 2 poles.

Creeping closer she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 millimeter half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knife and her armed combat tongue. Still creeping forward she heard the precaution bragging about the capture of the man. Trying to calm herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the throat of the safety device that turned the corner. Moving a little further, she slit the next one's pharynx even as he was fishing his stopcock out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 yards when the man noticed her. Shaking his headway and motioning to the building behind him, indicating at least 30 men. Telling her he loved her, he motioned for her to go, telling her well bye. Unable to assume this, she made her way to the building lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the window. Smiling she listened to the phone of the men dying in the building before the threshold burst open.

draftsmanship 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 plane took off, no doubtfulness. The landing on an abandoned landing strip outside of London, a typical average English language foggy day.

travelling overland in the beat up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the small flat they had shared. Picking up the phone the cleaning lady hooked several devices to it and waited.

ring ! pawl !"hello, welcome to Acme warehouse integration how may we help oneself you ?"Came the sweet-flavored representative of a new sounding female.

"Yes I have an Holy Order I'd like to place, 1 million square human foot needed."The woman answered still holding her anger in check.

"Alright please hold while I connect you."Can the perky voice.

There was a series of clicks then came a man's vocalism,"What in the Hell happened ? We sent you in for a round-eyed retrieval ! I want you back here."

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

"I admit the entropy 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 agents. Leave me the hell alone."Here the woman heaved a vast sigh."I mean it or you will become one of my victims !"Slamming the headphone down she figured she had ten minute of arc before they started to hunt her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of London, she was about ten pulley block away when she saw the black car start to go far at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her eyes forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, time to take the street. Climbing down she drifted into the crowds of people and vanished.

Two workweek ago


The man was trembling, one-half of the leader had been found with their throats cut, straits cleaved almost in half many of those burned almost beyond recognition. Near or on each of them had been the declaration that a holy jihad had been declared upon Inter-Services Intelligence. A blood oath was being exacted for the violent death of a holy assassinator's family. The killing would not end ‘ til all of the leaders of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence were dead.

trembling, the man had never seen the extent of the slice that had taken position on each man. It was something out of the ancient times of the emirs with the death of a one thousand cuts. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed that his imaginativeness was blurry, and then his eyes opened all-encompassing as a blonde beauty appeared before him.

"I already recognise where all of them are. I am your and their angel of expiry, for the last of my family I will exact the blood curse word on all of you. By the way asshole, delight your death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiles the fair sex spat in the man's face, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The woman smiled. That had been almost satisfying, one of the more pleasurable deaths she'd done. Crossing the street the cleaning woman's face suddenly got good, so far she had taken out all of the minor leaders. That one had been the commencement of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the more major leader's house. She had worked all hebdomad to get herself installed into the household of the loss leader. Problem was the drawing card were so seldom at their homes.

Knocking at the door she came to, the guard asked her a few questions then nodded and let her in. Her face hidden by the Ghutrah the woman smiled, their own customs were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the star sign, the adult female went to the main elbow room where to the highest degree of the men were. Good she thought, he's still here. Getting out of pile she waited. What she had put into they were drinking, should have them going to the privy soon.

Almost half an time of day later the leader and 2 of his guards arose to head to the back of the house. Turning the woman swiftly secreted herself in the room, and then watched as the man entered leaving the precaution outside the door. Moving swiftly the woman had already cut the man's throat, then for good measure cut the man's penis off and englut it into his dying mouth. Her arm moving at a blinding speed she cut the man as much as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely mystify twenty metrical foot away from the place before there were several call, then female screams. Smiling the adult female thought ‘ only a few Thomas More now ’.

Three weeks ago


The woman had already made her plans to leave England. So far she hadn't seen any agent but she knew they were there. Ha ! Amateurs ! She'd have already tracked where she was, made plans, and executed them. These fresh agentive role were slow as horseshit ! Where was the all out man hunt for her ? Only ten years before they would have had every damn agent out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The intact federal agency had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the glide slope of an odd motortruck. Tried but true huh ? Activating several switches near the door, then the can and sleeping room door she made her way out and up the fervour escape tripping a last set as she left. The idiots ! She'd warned them, now they would have to deal with the neat up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the first off shouts, then several more. Making the cap next threshold she was making her way down when the entire apartment exploded. Grabbing a burner cadre she dialed a number and waited. In a quiet and calmer voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass pass over, what you lose twenty, XXX agents ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."Hanging up, she threw the cadre in the trash as she made her was to her next safe house.

She was about three stop away when she saw the surveillance van, then the motortruck, along with respective people roaming around. Ducking into an alleyway, she applied a skin masquerade she had for just such an affair. Walking by the van she didn't even stop when she dropped the hand bag she'd been carrying. Moments later there was a huge burst as the van blew apart. She was beside the truck when two men exited, then suddenly fell to the paving, each with a hole in his chest.

Walking further, she pulled another burner jail cell and dialed again."That's strike two asshole. I can hold killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. retain it up and you'll have to replace the unscathed damn agency."suspension up, she tossed the cell and kept going.

Disappearing into the bunch, she made her way to the Eurostar communication channel Tunnel train. Aboard, she kept see the whole prison term as the gear made its way to French Republic. Making her way out of the station she began to see more and more than federal agent. Shaking her head she guessed she'd have to kill more of them to finally get her decimal point across. Walking by a few of them, people began to holler as men were suddenly hitting the floor. At the door of the post the womanhood turned and crooked her finger with a grinning then exited.

The first four never knew what hit them, the next two went down looking. The rest took cover as the adult female slowly made her way to a cab. It should only take a day or two to get to the Syrian Turkey border then another to commence finding the leader

A workweek ago


The cleaning lady smiled after the putting to death of the first two major leaders. ISIS was in a panic. They had started to broadcast apologia to the holy assassin, anything to bring the jihad against them to a close. Laughing the cleaning woman decided it was time to really chouse with these assholes. Commandeering a program array she sent her own message.

"I am the holy assassin, for the wrongful killing of my family, I am blood oath sworn to eliminate all. I will not stop nor will I be stopped, realise your peace treaty with Allah. Know that death is the merely fellow traveller you have now and as we all know, decease only waits so long."The char said, her interpreter well disguised.

In Washington D.C. the cleaning lady's old manager shook his promontory ; she had gone completely off the abstruse end. A Jihad ? She alone ? What in the Inferno was she thinking ? True she had done more to eliminate a Brobdingnagian component of Inter-Services Intelligence but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an idea, one he should deliver thought of before now.

It was two days later when a planer landed in Republic of Turkey, and a finespun looking cleaning lady agentive role stepped off of it. An almost sneering expression was on her face. Shaking her head, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could down nigh of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smile lit up her aspect, her target area on the early bridge player ; now that would be a true challenge !

The fair sex had killed all but three of the leaders now ; they were going to be the hard to get to. She was awaiting the comer of one of the three when a rebuff, very thin movement caught her eyes. SO ! They were finally starting to get good, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a good broker and friend for a while.

A subdued whispering spokesperson drifted through the jazz to the cleaning lady's ears."Damn it Barbie ! Never thought I'd be taking you out. You were the best, though no more that you've lost your mind."growling, the woman re-positioned herself.

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

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the auditory sensation of various knives being thrown, then there was a pant and a thump as a body hit the background. The one called Barbie walked up to Kenna shaking her oral sex."I haven't lost my intellect, he lied to you, I am taking revenge is all, and they killed John the Divine. I will finish up this, and then I'll close him. I warned him to discontinue pursuing me, know I'll putting to death him for the both of us."

"Good,"came the weakening vocalism of Kenna."He told all of them you were on a private war. Revenge isn't war, no it's far beyond that."Kenna grabbed Barbie's arm as she started to leave alone."Kill the mother fucker slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her admirer let out her death rattle.

Present Day


Her slender body tensed. She had to take in trusted before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the bit and third gear in command two and three days ago respectively, Inter-Services Intelligence had tightened security up to a item that it would be ALMOST unsufferable to get to the man. Almost but not totally impossible, there was always a way in, trouble was getting out alive. Watching farther, she saw the main leader of ISIS exit his car. Barbie had studied the man for the concluding few weeks. The others had really been zippo, but this man, HE was the most revered and skilful 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 drawing card. Waiting about half an hour more, another car drove up and three men got out. The man who was out conclusion, 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 theatrical role of the complex, a picayune used and even less known domain. Waiting a few hour, she entered the older segment of the bunker and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping short, she heard a man issuing fiat to somebody in the bunker with him. Getting flat against the bulwark the charwoman waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the corner and walked right field past her ! What the hell ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the door, she was surprise when she saw a modernistic war room. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a kick has to die. He does stimulate some bang-up toys.'

Looking 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 room. What the Inferno ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... O.K., now I really want to kill this piece of folderol. Pulling several of her throwing knife, she crept to the threshold and peeked in.

There on the bed the drawing card 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 knives to the hilt in the two men's throats.

No longer being held down, the adolescent started to agitate back, kicking and punching the drawing card, finally throwing the previous man off onto the floor. Drawing her fighting knife Barbie advanced on the man on the floor. Swiftly she cut the man's crotch loose and commenced to stuff the bloody content in the man's sass."Suck and choke on that you sick son of a beef !"Leaving her final calling card, she spit in the dying man's face.

Looking around, Barbie knew she didn't have much time. The men she'd seen leaving earlier would be back as soon as they saw the teen. Making her way back out into the briny elbow room again, Barbie started to wait at everything. A vent suddenly caught her attention. Snatching the grate loose, she started to earn her way out, or so she thought.

Stopping, she saw that she was in the former part of the bunker. dirt ! Back trailing, she found another way that went more up. Almost an minute later she emerged on the other side of the hill that backed the dugout. There was of course sum up confusion as men were running everywhere not really for sure what to do. Smiling, the womanhood waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was drained, his body in the blowhole with her. Changing clothes, she slowly made her way away from the bunker area. One thing left to do, she smiled.

It was three solar day after the dugout incident ; the handler was reading the reports. They had found a body that was wearing female combat clothes in a outlet, cauterise beyond credit. Shaking his heading, he doubted it was her. He knew she was coming for him ; it was just when that was in question. Sighing, he already knew he was stagnant ; Kenna was the finish that could have killed her. When they found her consistency, he resigned himself to the fact that there was cypher they could do to terminate her now.

Sighing, he sat back and took a huge gulp of the whiskey 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 times. I hope you like the whiskey."Barbie said.

The man stopped a moment and didder his headland looking at the Methedrine."poison ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poison. Let's see : secernment from the Blue Poison toad of Brazil, curare from the Strychnos vine in exchange America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In small dot they cause paralysis. Yes, you're ripe, I don't usually use poisons, but I made a hope to Kenna. A promise that I'd killing you slowly. You should already palpate the core of the two poisons."

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

"Yes, after all you did ; all the lie. I am going to enjoy watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor thin blade from a case in her sac, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted decent time. Shall we begin ? ”