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 blonde twist of hair that she could never get to continue 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 biography that day.

Her creative thinker raced back over the years that they had both worked for the delegacy. They had been a damn honorable squad, working together but always free-lance, able to interchange any aspect of the foreign mission at a moment's observance. ‘ wellspring, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a hard worker to the plan. I pulled his ass out of peril more than than a few times ; the man was always in a hurry.'

A tremble ran through her as she remembered the day they had been sent after several Isis leaders. A damned retrieval that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab various of the leaders for information. They had started to pretend their move when, her damnable tress broke misplace again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her head word to the incline when she noticed the bod 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 stop. She couldn't, moving ahead for half an 60 minutes. Finally stopping she cursed when she saw that he wasn't behind her. Carefully, knowing she was breaking social club, she crept back to see what was going on. Growling she saw that the Isis soldiers had somebody hung by their subdivision between 2 poles.

Creeping closer she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 millimeter half loaded, 5 frag grenades, respective of her throwing tongue and her scrap knife. Still creeping forward she heard the guards bragging about the seizure of the man. Trying to calm herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the throat of the safeguard that turned the corner. Moving a trivial encourage, she slit the adjacent one's pharynx even as he was fishing his cock out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 yards when the man noticed her. Shaking his head 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 practiced bye. ineffective to accept 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 construction before the doorway burst open.

drafting her 9 mm she took out the kickoff few but knew they would get her also. Escaping she made her way to the rendezvous, getting in ; the planer took off, no questions. The landing place on an abandoned landing strip outside of London, a typical average English foggy day.

travelling overland in the beat up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the modest apartment they had shared. Picking up the headphone the charwoman hooked respective devices to it and waited.

Ring ! clink !"hi, welcome to summit warehouse integration how may we help you ?"Came the unfermented vocalisation of a young sounding female.

"Yes I have an parliamentary procedure I'd like to place, 1 million square toes feet needed."The woman answered still holding her anger in check.

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

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

"I'm not coming back in you stupid son of a squawk ! I'm going after ISIS and I won't stoppage ‘ 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 woman shouted letting her Pentagon contact have all her anger.

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

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

Crossing the rooftops of John Griffith Chaney, she was about ten blocks away when she saw the ignominious cars start to go far at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her eye forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, clip to take the street. Climbing down she drifted into the crowds of multitude and vanished.

Two hebdomad ago


The man was trembling, one-half of the leader had been found with their pharynx cut, heads cleaved almost in one-half many of those burned almost beyond credit. Near or on each of them had been the declaration that a holy Jihad had been declared upon ISI. A rakehell swearword was being exacted for the violent death of a sanctum assassin's family. The killing would not break off ‘ til all of the loss leader of ISIS were dead.

shakiness, the man had never seen the extent of the fade that had taken piazza on each man. It was something out of the ancient times of the amir with the last of a M cuts. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a suspiration of relief. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his center opened full as a blonde beauty appeared before him.

"I already know where all of them are. I am your and their Angel Falls of death, for the death of my family I will exact the blood curse on all of you. By the way asshole, revel your destruction I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of grinning the woman spat in the man's face, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The woman smiled. That had been about live up to, one of the more enjoyable deaths she'd done. Crossing the street the woman's face suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the youngster leaders. That one had been the initiative of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the more John Major leader's planetary house. She had worked all calendar week to get herself installed into the home of the leader. Problem was the leaders were so seldom at their homes.

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

Almost half an time of day later the loss leader and 2 of his sentry duty arose to guide to the vertebral column of the house. Turning the woman swiftly secreted herself in the way, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guards outside the doorway. Moving swiftly the woman had already cut the man's throat, then for good bar 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 lots as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely baffle 20 base away from the plaza before there were several shouts, then distaff screams. Smiling the adult female thought ‘ only a few more now ’.

Three weeks ago


The cleaning woman had already made her plan to pull up stakes 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 newer agents were dumb as shit ! Where was the all out man hunting for her ? Only ten class before they would own had every damn factor out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The stallion agency had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the approach of an odd truck. Tried but dependable huh ? Activating various switch near the door, then the privy and bedchamber doorway she made her way out and up the firing escape tripping a hold up set as she left. The imbecile ! She'd warned them, now they would sustain to sell with the clean up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the first cry, then several more. Making the cap next door she was making her way down when the entire apartment exploded. Grabbing a burner cell she dialed a number and waited. In a calm down and calmer voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass wipe, what you lose 20, XXX broker ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."Hanging up, she threw the cell in the trash as she made her was to her succeeding safe house.

She was about three city block away when she saw the surveillance van, then the hand truck, along with various people roaming around. Ducking into an alley, she applied a skin mask she had for just such an occasion. 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 plosion as the van blew apart. She was beside the truck when two men exited, then suddenly fell to the sidewalk, each with a jam in his chest.

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

Disappearing into the bunch, she made her way to the Eurostar TV channel Tunnel train. Aboard, she kept watch the whole time as the train made its way to France. Making her way out of the place she began to see Thomas More and more agents. Shaking her heading she guessed she'd have to shoot down more of them to finally get her distributor point across. Walking by a few of them, people began to scream as men were suddenly hitting the flooring. At the door of the station 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 balance took cover as the woman slowly made her way to a taxi. It should only drive a day or two to reach the Syrian dud border then another to start finding the leaders

A week ago


The cleaning lady smiled after the killing of the low two major loss leader. ISIS was in a panic. They had started to broadcast excuse to the holy assassin, anything to get the Jihad against them to a finis. Laughing the woman decided it was time to really get laid with these assholes. Commandeering a broadcast raiment she sent her own message.

"I am the sanctum assassinator, for the unlawful killing of my family, I am blood oath sworn to eliminate all. I will not block nor will I be stopped, take a crap your peacefulness with Allah. Know that dying is the but companion you have now and as we all know, Death only waits so long."The woman said, her part well disguised.

In Booker Taliaferro Washington the woman's old coach shook his head ; she had gone completely off the inscrutable end. A Jihad ? She alone ? What in the hell was she thinking ? True she had done more to obviate a huge part of Inter-Services Intelligence but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an idea, one he should feature thought of before now.

It was two days later when a plane landed in Turkey, and a delicate looking woman agent stepped off of it. An almost snide look was on her face. Shaking her caput, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could defeat most of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smile lit up her side, her target on the early hand ; now that would be a unfeigned challenge !

The cleaning woman had killed all but three of the leaders now ; they were going to be the operose to get to. She was awaiting the arrival of one of the three when a rebuff, very slender apparent movement caught her center. SO ! They were finally starting to get life-threatening, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a good factor and friend for a while.

A balmy rustle voice drifted through the wind to the woman's pinna."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 upright when I am mad. Is that what you are hoping for ?"The woman said.

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the audio of various knife 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 word."I haven't lost my mind, he lied to you, I am taking revenge is all, and they killed can. I will finish up this, and then I'll finish him. I warned him to stop 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 individual war. Revenge isn't war, no it's far beyond that."Kenna grabbed Barbie's arm as she started to exit."Kill the shit slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her friend let out her death rattle.

Present Day


Her slender body tensed. She had to pee-pee sure as shooting before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the bit and third in command two and three days ago respectively, Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence had tightened security up to a tip that it would be ALMOST impossible to get to the man. Almost but not totally inconceivable, there was always a way in, job was getting out alive. Watching further, she saw the main loss leader of ISIS buy the farm his car. Barbie had studied the man for the conclusion few weeks. The others had really been nothing, but this man, HE was the most revered and best guarded.

Looking on, she saw that, yes, the man had a lot of guard, yes, he was in the car, but this man she saw wasn't the leader. Waiting about half an time of day 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 part of the composite, a slight used and even less known field. Waiting a few hour, she entered the old section of the bunker and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping inadequate, she heard a man issuing orders to individual in the dugout with him. Getting flat against the wall the woman waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the turning point and walked right past her ! What the underworld ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the doorway, she was storm when she saw a modern war way. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a bitch has to die. He does have some great 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 vocalism in another elbow room. What the hell ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... Okay, now I really want to pop this bit of trash. Pulling various of her throwing tongue, 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 teen started to fight back, kicking and punching the leader, finally throwing the senior man off onto the floor. Drawing her combat tongue Barbie advanced on the man on the flooring. Swiftly she cut the man's private parts free and commenced to lug the bloody contents in the man's mouth."suck and choke on that you sick son of a squawk !"Leaving her final calling card, she spit in the dying man's face.

Looking around, Barbie knew she didn't have a good deal 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 way 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.

Stopping, she saw that she was in the other portion of the dugout. Crap ! Back tracking, she found another way that went Thomas More up. Almost an hour later she emerged on the other incline of the Hill that backed the dugout. There was of course total confusion as men were running everywhere not really sure what to do. Smiling, the womanhood 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 area. One thing left to do, she smiled.

It was three days after the bunker incident ; the handler was reading the reports. They had found a body that was wearing female combat clothes in a vent, burn down beyond recognition. Shaking his nous, he doubted it was her. He knew she was coming for him ; it was just when that was in motion. Sighing, he already knew he was drained ; Kenna was the last that could take in killed her. When they found her torso, he resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing they could do to lay off her now.

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

The man stopped a minute and shake his read/write head looking at the glass."poison ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poison. Let's see : secernment from the blue angel Poison anuran of Brazil, tubocurarine from the Strychnos vine in Central America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In small doses they cause paralysis. Yes, you're right, I don't usually use poisons, but I made a hope to Kenna. A promise that I'd kill you slowly. You should already feel the force 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 bask watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor slim blade from a case in her pocket, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted adequate time. Shall we begin ? ”