Completely concealed, she watched with a vicious excitement she hadn't felt in years. Finally it would be over today. Live or die, it would be over. The arid wind blew the one stray blond tress of hair that she could never get to stay under the whisker cap. Her husband had always joked that it would be the one affair that would get her killed. A sad grinning crossed her face as she thought that it was the ONE affair that had saved her biography that day.

Her idea raced back over the old age that they had both worked for the delegacy. They had been a damn beneficial team, working together but always independent, able-bodied to change any aspect of the delegacy at a instant's notice. ‘ fountainhead, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a hard worker to the plan. I pulled his ass out of risk More than a few times ; the man was always in a hurry.'

A shiver ran through her as she remembered the day they had been sent after several ISIS leader. A bedamn recovery that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab several of the drawing card for selective information. They had started to make their move when, her execrable plait broke miss again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her head to the position when she noticed the build up of several containers that weren't supposed to be there.

Yelling a warning she pulled respective grenades, throwing them on the run. Even as the semi-automatic blast started she didn't stop. 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 orders, she crept back to see what was going on. Growling she saw that the ISIS soldiers had someone hung by their weaponry between 2 poles.

creeping closer she took bloodline of everything she had on her. A 9 millimetre half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knife and her scrap knife. Still creeping forward she heard the guards bragging about the capture of the man. Trying to calm herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the pharynx of the precaution that turned the street corner. Moving a minuscule encourage, she slit the next one's throat even as he was fishing his pecker out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 K when the man noticed her. Shaking his head and motioning to the building behind him, indicating at to the lowest degree 30 men. Telling her he loved her, he motioned for her to go, telling her good bye. Unable to have this, she made her way to the building lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the windows. Smiling she listened to the sound of the men dying in the construction before the door burst open.

Drawing her 9 mm she took out the number 1 few but knew they would get her also. Escaping she made her way to the tryst, getting in ; the planing machine took off, no enquiry. The landing place on an abandoned flight strip outside of capital of the United Kingdom, a typical average English people foggy day.

travelling overland in the pulsation up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the modest flat they had shared. Picking up the phone the woman hooked several twist to it and waited.

Ring ! Click !"Hello, welcome to summit storage warehouse consolidation how may we assist you ?"Came the sweet part of a young sounding female.

"Yes I have an parliamentary law I'd like to put, 1 million straight feet needed."The womanhood answered still holding her ire in check.

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

There was a series of clicks then came a man's voice,"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 arrest ‘ til they are all DEAD ! You hear me you retarded prick ! You sent us in screen ! There was more than twice the number there that should have been."The woman 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 broker. lead me the hell alone."Here the char heaved a huge sigh."I mean it or you will become one of my victims !"Slamming the earphone down she figured she had ten moment before they started to hunt her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of London, she was about ten stop away when she saw the black elevator car start to arrive at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her eyes forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, prison term to submit the street. Climbing down she drifted into the bunch of hoi polloi and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, half of the drawing card had been found with their pharynx cut, chief cleaved almost in one-half many of those burned almost beyond recognition. Near or on each of them had been the declaration that a holy place Jihad had been declared upon Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence. A blood oath was being exacted for the killing of a sanctum assassin's home. The killing would not hold back ‘ til all of the loss leader of ISIS were dead.

Shaking, the man had never seen the extent of the slicing that had taken station on each man. It was something out of the ancient times of the emirs with the end of a thousand track. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his eyes opened wide as a blonde beauty appeared before him.

"I already know where all of them are. I am your and their angel of death, for the death of my family I will take the line oath on all of you. By the way prick, relish your death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiles the woman gaiter in the man's side, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The fair sex smiled. That had been most satisfying, one of the more gratifying expiry she'd done. Crossing the street the woman's face suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the minor drawing card. That one had been the initiative of the more authoritative leaders. She was heading to another of the more major loss leader's house. She had worked all week to get herself installed into the household of the drawing card. trouble was the leader were so seldom at their homes.

Knocking at the door she came to, the sentry duty 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 house, the cleaning woman went to the main room where most 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 hold them going to the bathroom soon.

Almost half an hour later the leader and 2 of his guard arose to head to the cover of the house. Turning the charwoman swiftly secreted herself in the way, and then watched as the man entered leaving the safeguard outside the door. Moving swiftly the fair sex had already cut the man's pharynx, then for well measure cut the man's penis off and lug it into his dying mouth. Her arm moving at a blinding focal ratio she cut the man as much as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely gotten twenty feet away from the place before there were several vociferation, then female screams. Smiling the woman thought ‘ only a few more now ’.

Three hebdomad ago


The womanhood had already made her plans to allow for England. So far she hadn't seen any broker but she knew they were there. Ha ! Amateurs ! She'd have already tracked where she was, made plan, and executed them. These New agents were slow as diddly ! Where was the all out man hunting for her ? Only ten years before they would have had every damn factor out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The integral agency had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the approach shot of an odd truck. Tried but dependable huh ? Activating respective switches near the door, then the bathroom and bedroom doors she made her way out and up the firing escape cock tripping a shoemaker's last set as she left. The idiots ! She'd warned them, now they would have to cope with the sporting up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the foremost shout, then several more. Making the ceiling side by side door she was making her way down when the integral flat exploded. Grabbing a burner cell she dialed a number and waited. In a tranquilize and calm spokesperson than she felt she said,"I warned you ass rub, what you lose twenty, thirty agent ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."hanging up, she threw the electric cell in the trash as she made her was to her next prophylactic house.

She was about three blocks away when she saw the surveillance van, then the hand truck, along with respective the great unwashed roaming around. Ducking into an alley, she applied a pelt masquerade party she had for just such an occasion. Walking by the van she didn't even give up when she dropped the hand bag she'd been carrying. second later there was a huge explosion as the van blew apart. She was beside the truck when two men exited, then suddenly fell to the paving material, each with a kettle of fish in his chest.

Walking further, she pulled another burner cell 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 exchange the unharmed damn agency."suspension up, she tossed the cell and kept going.

disappearance into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar Channel tunnel train. Aboard, she kept watch the unhurt time as the train made its way to Anatole France. Making her way out of the place she began to see more and more broker. Shaking her foreland she guessed she'd have to shoot down more than of them to finally get her point across. Walking by a few of them, people began to call as men were suddenly hitting the floor. At the door of the post the woman turned and crooked her digit with a grinning then exited.

The first four never knew what hit them, the next two went down looking. The residue took cover as the woman slowly made her way to a taxi. It should only take a day or two to reach the Syrian turkey border then another to go finding the leaders

A week ago


The woman smiled after the killing of the first two Major leaders. Inter-Services Intelligence was in a terror. They had started to broadcast apologia to the holy bravo, anything to bring the Jihad against them to a finis. Laughing the woman decided it was fourth dimension to really jazz with these assholes. Commandeering a broadcast array she sent her own message.

"I am the holy place assassin, for the unlawful putting to death of my family, I am parentage curse sworn to eliminate all. I will not stop nor will I be stopped, make your peace with Allah. Know that death is the only fellow traveller you have now and as we all know, last only waits so long."The womanhood said, her voice well disguised.

In capital of the United States the adult female's old animal trainer shook his head word ; she had gone completely off the deep end. A jehad ? She alone ? What in the hell was she thinking ? True she had done more to do away with a huge part of ISIS but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the telephone, the man suddenly had an idea, one he should cause thought of before now.

It was two 24-hour interval later when a carpenter's plane landed in Turkey, and a soft looking womanhood broker stepped off of it. An almost snide look was on her case. Shaking her school principal, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could drink down most of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smile lit up her face, her aim on the other hand ; now that would be a dependable challenge !

The womanhood had killed all but three of the loss leader now ; they were going to be the toilsome to get to. She was awaiting the arrival of one of the three when a slight, very fragile movement caught her eye. SO ! They were finally starting to get severe, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a good broker and friend for a while.

A voiced rustle spokesperson drifted through the twist to the woman'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 cleaning woman re-positioned herself.

"You know I hate that name, 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 sound of several knife being thrown, then there was a gasp and a clump as a organic structure hit the ground. 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 Lackland. I will finish this, and then I'll ending 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 private war. retaliation isn't war, no it's far beyond that."Kenna grabbed Barbie's arm as she started to leave."killing the motherfucker slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her friend let out her death rattle.

Present Day


Her slender body tensed. She had to make for certain before she even thought of making a motility. Since killing the back and third in command two and three twenty-four hours ago respectively, Inter-Services Intelligence had tightened security department up to a breaker point that it would be ALMOST impossible to get to the man. Almost but not totally impossible, there was always a way in, problem was getting out active. Watching further, she saw the main loss leader of ISIS exit his car. Barbie had studied the man for the last few weeks. The others had really been zippo, but this man, HE was the most hero-worship and sound guarded.

Looking on, she saw that, yes, the man had a lot of safety device, yes, he was in the car, but this man she saw wasn't the loss leader. Waiting about half an hour more, another car drove up and three men got out. The man who was out last, 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 part of the complex, a little secondhand and even to a lesser extent known area. Waiting a few minute, she entered the older section of the dugout and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping short, she heard a man issuing Order to somebody in the sand trap with him. Getting flavorless against the wall the cleaning lady waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the niche and walked right past her ! What the hell ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the room access, she was storm when she saw a Bodoni war room. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a gripe has to die. He does give some bully 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 part in another elbow room. What the hell ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... Okay, now I really want to kill this piece of trash. Pulling several of her throwing knives, she crept to the door and peeked in.

There on the bed the leader had a stripling 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 teenager started to agitate back, kicking and punching the loss leader, finally throwing the erstwhile man off onto the floor. Drawing her combat knife Barbie advanced on the man on the floor. Swiftly she cut the man's genitals unloosen and commenced to stuff the bloody contents in the man's mouth."Suck and choke on that you sick son of a bitch !"Leaving her final exam calling posting, 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 main room again, Barbie started to look at everything. A vent suddenly caught her attention. Snatching the grate loose, she started to make up her way out, or so she thought.

fillet, she saw that she was in the other share of the bunker. poop ! binding tracking, she found another way that went more up. Almost an minute later she emerged on the other position of the hill that backed the trap. There was of course total disarray as men were running everywhere not really sure enough what to do. Smiling, the woman waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was dead, his soundbox in the vent with her. Changing apparel, she slowly made her way away from the dugout surface area. One affair left to do, she smiled.

It was three days after the bunker incident ; the handler was reading the composition. They had found a eubstance that was wearing female armed combat clothes in a vent, glow beyond recognition. Shaking his head, 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 beat ; Kenna was the go that could have killed her. When they found her body, he resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing they could do to blockade 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 shadow on the wall.

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

The man stopped a moment and shook his head looking at the crank."poison ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poisonous substance. Let's see : secretion from the blueness Poison Frog of Federative Republic of Brazil, Curare from the Strychnos vine in exchange U.S.A.. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In humble doses they cause paralysis. Yes, you're good, I don't usually use toxicant, but I made a hope to Kenna. A promise that I'd kill you slowly. You should already feel the upshot 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 savour 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 adequate sentence. Shall we begin ? ”