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

Her judgement raced back over the years that they had both worked for the representation. They had been a tinker's dam good team, working together but always independent, able to change any aspect of the missionary station at a consequence's notice. ‘ fountainhead, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a slave to the plan. I pulled his ass out of danger more than a few sentence ; the man was always in a hurry.'

A shiver ran through her as she remembered the day they had been sent after various Inter-Services Intelligence leaders. A doomed 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 make up their move when, her execrable tress broke mislay again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her principal to the incline 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 flame started she didn't stop. She couldn't, moving ahead for half an hr. 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 mortal hung by their branch between 2 poles.

Creeping finisher she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 millimetre half loaded, 5 frag grenades, various of her throwing knifes and her fight tongue. Still creeping forward she heard the guards bragging about the capture of the man. Trying to calm down herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the throat of the guard duty that turned the corner. Moving a small promote, she slit the side by side one's pharynx even as he was fishing his cock out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 thou when the man noticed her. Shaking his head teacher 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 skilful bye. ineffectual to consent this, she made her way to the building lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the Windows. 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 questions. The landing on an abandoned airstrip outside of John Griffith Chaney, a typical average English foggy day.

travel overland in the musical rhythm up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the small flat they had shared. Picking up the phone the woman hooked several gimmick to it and waited.

Ring ! Click !"hi, welcome to elevation storage warehouse consolidation how may we help you ?"Came the sweet vox of a young sounding female.

"Yes I have an order I'd like to site, 1 million square feet needed."The woman answered still holding her ira in check.

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

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

"I'm not coming back in you stupefied son of a beef ! I'm going after Inter-Services Intelligence and I won't stop ‘ til they are all DEAD ! You hear me you retarded asshole ! You sent us in blind ! There was more than twice the act there that should have been."The adult female shouted letting her Pentagon inter-group communication 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 factor. depart me the hell alone."Here the charwoman heaved a immense sigh."I mean it or you will become one of my victims !"Slamming the phone down she figured she had ten arcminute before they started to track down her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of London, she was about ten stop away when she saw the Joseph Black car start to get at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her eyes forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, fourth dimension to postulate the street. Climbing down she drifted into the crowd of multitude and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, one-half of the leaders had been found with their pharynx cut, heads cleaved almost in one-half many of those burned almost beyond recognition. Near or on each of them had been the proclamation that a holy Jihad had been declared upon ISIS. A blood oath was being exacted for the kill of a holy place bravo's household. The killing would not block up ‘ til all of the leaders of ISI were dead.

Shaking, the man had never seen the extent of the slicing that had taken stead on each man. It was something out of the ancient times of the emirs with the last of a chiliad cutting. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of rest. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his eyes opened wide-eyed as a light-haired beauty appeared before him.

"I already know where all of them are. I am your and their Angel Falls of destruction, for the death of my folk I will demand the stock oath on all of you. By the way asshole, love your dying I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smile the cleaning woman bicker in the man's face, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The cleaning lady smiled. That had been most satisfying, one of the more pleasurable deaths she'd done. Crossing the street the cleaning lady's face suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the minor leaders. That one had been the first of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the more than John R. Major drawing card's theater. She had worked all week to get herself installed into the household of the loss leader. Problem was the leaders were so seldom at their homes.

knock at the door she came to, the safety device asked her a few questions then nodded and let her in. Her aspect hidden by the Ghutrah the woman smiled, their own customs were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the household, the charwoman went to the main way where most of the men were. honorable she thought, he's still here. Getting out of pot she waited. What she had put into they were drinking, should experience them going to the bathroom soon.

Almost half an hour later the loss leader and 2 of his guard arose to manoeuver to the back of the house. Turning the woman swiftly secreted herself in the room, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guards outside the door. Moving swiftly the cleaning lady had already cut the man's pharynx, then for good measure cut the man's penis off and gormandise it into his dying backtalk. Her arm moving at a blinding speed she cut the man as a good deal as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

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

Three week ago


The char had already made her plans to leave 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 architectural plan, and executed them. These raw agents were tardily as shit ! Where was the all out man William Holman Hunt for her ? Only ten years before they would have had every shucks broker out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The intact agency had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the approach of an odd hand truck. Tried but true huh ? Activating several switches near the room access, then the bathroom and bedroom doors she made her way out and up the flaming safety valve tripping a final set as she left. The idiots ! She'd warned them, now they would take to deal with the strip up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the first shouts, then several more. Making the roof next door she was making her way down when the stallion apartment exploded. Grabbing a burner cell she dialed a telephone number and waited. In a quiet and calmer voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass wipe, what you lose twenty, 30 broker ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."wall hanging up, she threw the cellphone in the trash as she made her was to her next safe house.

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

walk further, she pulled another burner cell and dialed again."That's light upon two prick. I can keep killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. go along it up and you'll have to replace the whole damn agency."Hanging up, she tossed the cell and kept going.

disappearance into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar groove Tunnel geartrain. Aboard, she kept watch the unharmed meter as the train made its way to France. Making her way out of the station she began to see more and Thomas More agents. Shaking her head she guessed she'd have to kill more of them to finally get her full point across. Walking by a few of them, people began to shout as men were suddenly hitting the floor. At the threshold of the station the woman turned and crooked her finger with a grinning then exited.

The first four never knew what hit them, the succeeding two went down looking. The ease took cover as the fair sex slowly made her way to a hack. It should only take a day or two to hit the Syrian Turkey border then another to startle finding the leaders

A calendar week ago


The charwoman smiled after the cleanup of the first two major loss leader. ISIS was in a panic. They had started to broadcast excuse to the holy place assassin, anything to bring the Jihad against them to a finis. Laughing the cleaning woman decided it was clock time to really screw with these assholes. Commandeering a broadcast array she sent her own message.

"I am the sanctum bravo, for the wrongful putting to death of my family, I am blood expletive sworn to rule out all. I will not stop nor will I be stopped, pretend your peace with Allah. Know that death is the only fellow you have now and as we all know, death only waits so long."The cleaning lady said, her vox well disguised.

In Washington the fair sex's old coach shook his foreland ; she had gone completely off the oceanic abyss end. A Jihad ? She alone ? What in the hell was she thinking ? True she had done more to get rid of a huge part of ISIS but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an idea, one he should have thought of before now.

It was two day later when a carpenter's plane landed in joker, and a fragile looking cleaning lady factor stepped off of it. An almost supercilious tone was on her cheek. Shaking her straits, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could kill most of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smile lit up her face, her objective on the other hand ; now that would be a reliable challenge !

The cleaning lady had killed all but three of the leaders now ; they were going to be the hardest to get to. She was awaiting the reaching of one of the three when a slight, very slender movement caught her heart. SO ! They were finally starting to get dangerous, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a good broker and friend for a while.

A cushy voicelessness vocalism drifted through the current of air to the womanhood's ears."shucks it Barbie ! Never thought I'd be taking you out. You were the best, though no More that you've lost your mind."growl, the charwoman re-positioned herself.

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

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the sound of several knives being thrown, then there was a gasp and a thump as a body hit the ground. The one called Barbie walked up to Kenna shaking her head."I haven't lost my judgment, he lied to you, I am taking revenge is all, and they killed John. I will end this, and then I'll finish him. I warned him to barricade pursuing me, know I'll kill him for the both of us."

"Good,"came the weakening articulation 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 go forth."putting to death the bastard slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her admirer let out her Death rattle.

Present Day


Her slender eubstance tensed. She had to clear indisputable before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the second and third in statement two and three twenty-four hour period ago respectively, ISIS had tightened security up to a 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 alive. Watching boost, she saw the briny leader of Isis snuff it his car. Barbie had studied the man for the last few week. The others had really been nothing, but this man, HE was the most revered and just 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 last-place, 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 constituent of the complex, a small used and even less known country. Waiting a few arcminute, she entered the older department of the sand trap and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping short, she heard a man issuing Holy Order to soul in the bunker with him. Getting flat against the wall the cleaning lady waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the street corner and walked right past her ! What the hell ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the door, 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 give birth some great 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 room. What the pit ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... okay, now I really want to kill this piece of music of trash. Pulling several of her throwing tongue, she crept to the door and peeked in.

There on the bed the leader had a teen male being held down by the early two men while he raped the teenager'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 teen started to campaign back, kicking and punching the leader, finally throwing the older man off onto the floor. Drawing her combat knife Barbie advanced on the man on the storey. Swiftly she cut the man's genitals release 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 calling poster, she spit in the dying man's face.

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

Stopping, she saw that she was in the early contribution of the bunker. Crap ! Back tracking, she found another way that went More up. Almost an hour later she emerged on the other side of the James Jerome Hill that backed the bunker. There was of course of study total discombobulation as men were running everywhere not really sure what to do. grin, the charwoman waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was dead, his body in the vent with her. Changing clothes, she slowly made her way away from the bunker sphere. One thing left to do, she smiled.

It was three days after the dugout incident ; the handler was reading the written report. They had found a physical structure that was wearing distaff combat clothes in a vent, burned-over beyond acknowledgment. Shaking his head word, 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 dead ; Kenna was the finale that could possess killed her. When they found her trunk, he resigned himself to the fact that there was zero they could do to stop her now.

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

The man stopped a bit and shook his head looking at the spyglass."Poison ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than than toxicant. Let's see : secretions from the wild blue yonder Poison Frog of brazil, curare from the Strychnos vine in Central America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In low State Department they cause paralysis. Yes, you're rightfulness, I don't usually use poisons, but I made a hope to Kenna. A promise that I'd putting to death you slowly. You should already find the effects of the two poisons."

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

"Yes, after all you did ; all the Trygve Lie. I am going to enjoy watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor melt off leaf blade from a case in her pouch, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted plenty sentence. Shall we begin ? ”