Completely concealed, she watched with a cruel upheaval she hadn't felt in age. Finally it would be over today. Live or die, it would be over. The desiccated wind blew the one stray blonde tress of hair that she could never get to stay under the hair cap. Her husband had always joked that it would be the one matter that would get her killed. A sad smiling crossed her facial expression as she thought that it was the ONE thing that had saved her life history that day.

Her mind raced back over the twelvemonth that they had both worked for the agency. They had been a damn good team, working together but always independent, able to change any expression of the mission at a import's observance. ‘ wellspring, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a hard worker to the architectural 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 Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence leaders. A damned recovery that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab respective of the leaders for information. They had started to make their relocation when, her damnable tress broke fall back again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her head to the slope when she noticed the build up of respective 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 fire 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 individual hung by their arm between 2 poles.

Creeping closer she took origin of everything she had on her. A 9 millimetre half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knifes and her combat knife. Still creeping forward she heard the guards bragging about the gaining control of the man. Trying to calm herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the pharynx of the guard that turned the corner. Moving a little further, she slit the next one's throat even as he was fishing his cock out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 yards when the man noticed her. Shaking his heading 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 good bye. Unable to take this, she made her way to the construction lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the windowpane. Smiling she listened to the audio of the men dying in the building before the threshold burst open.

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

Traveling overland in the measure up car they had rented, the adult female made her way to the belittled flat they had shared. Picking up the phone the woman hooked various gimmick to it and waited.

annulus ! clink !"Hello, welcome to Acme warehouse consolidation how may we help you ?"Came the dulcet vocalisation of a young sounding female.

"Yes I have an order I'd like to order, 1 million square up feet needed."The fair sex answered still holding her anger in check.

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

There was a serial publication of pawl then came a man's voice,"What in the Hades happened ? We sent you in for a wide-eyed recovery ! I want you back here."

"I'm not coming back in you dullard son of a cunt ! 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 blind ! There was more than twice the number there that should have been."The cleaning lady 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 agents. Leave me the hell alone."Here the char heaved a immense sigh."I mean it or you will go one of my victims !"Slamming the earphone down she figured she had ten minutes before they started to trace her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of capital of the United Kingdom, she was about ten blocks away when she saw the black cars start to arrive at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her centre forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, time to take the street. Climbing down she drifted into the crew of people and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, half of the leaders had been found with their throat cut, heads cleaved almost in one-half many of those burned almost beyond recognition. Near or on each of them had been the resolve that a holy jehad had been declared upon ISIS. A blood curse was being exacted for the killing of a holy place assassinator's family. The killing would not give up ‘ til all of the drawing card of Inter-Services Intelligence were dead.

shaking, the man had never seen the extent of the slicing that had taken place on each man. It was something out of the ancient times of the emirs with the death of a G deletion. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a suspiration of easement. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his eyes opened broad 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 exact the bloodline oath on all of you. By the way asshole, enjoy your expiry I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiles the woman spat 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 enjoyable deaths she'd done. Crossing the street the adult female'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 house. She had worked all workweek to get herself installed into the household of the leader. trouble was the leaders 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 look hidden by the Ghutrah the woman smiled, their own customs were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the house, the woman went to the chief room where most of the men were. respectable she thought, he's still here. Getting out of visual modality she waited. What she had put into they were drinking, should have them going to the bathroom soon.

Almost half an minute later the drawing card and 2 of his guard arose to channelize 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 unspoilt criterion cut the man's phallus off and block it into his dying mouth. Her arm moving at a blinding speed she cut the man as practically as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely gotten twenty ft away from the place before there were respective shouts, then female screams. Smiling the char thought ‘ only a few more now ’.

Three weeks ago


The womanhood had already made her plans to leave England. So far she hadn't seen any factor but she knew they were there. Ha ! Amateurs ! She'd have already tracked where she was, made programme, and executed them. These newer agents were slow as squat ! 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 entire agency had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the approach of an odd truck. Tried but true huh ? Activating several shift near the door, then the bathroom and sleeping room doorway she made her way out and up the fire dodging tripping a end set as she left. The half-wit ! She'd warned them, now they would have to dispense with the plum up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the commencement outcry, then several more. Making the roof next room access she was making her way down when the entire apartment exploded. Grabbing a burner cadre she dialed a figure and waited. In a serenity and calmer voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass wipe, what you lose twenty, xxx agent ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."suspension up, she threw the cell in the rubbish as she made her was to her next safe house.

She was about three auction block away when she saw the surveillance van, then the truck, along with various people roaming around. Ducking into an alley, she applied a skin mask she had for just such an social occasion. Walking by the van she didn't even stop when she dropped the hand bag she'd been carrying. Moments later there was a immense detonation 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.

Walking further, she pulled another burner cell and dialed again."That's hit two motherfucker. I can stay fresh killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. hold open it up and you'll have to replace the whole damn agency."Hanging up, she tossed the cell and kept going.

Disappearing into the gang, she made her way to the Eurostar Channel Tunnel train. Aboard, she kept determine the unhurt time as the train made its way to Anatole France. Making her way out of the station she began to see more and more agents. Shaking her head she guessed she'd have to kill more than of them to finally get her point across. Walking by a few of them, masses began to holler as men were suddenly hitting the storey. At the door of the station the woman turned and crooked her fingerbreadth with a grin then exited.

The number one four never knew what hit them, the next two went down looking. The rest took cover as the womanhood slowly made her way to a hack. It should only take away a day or two to reach the Syrian Turkey borderline then another to start finding the leaders

A week ago


The woman smiled after the killing of the first two John Major drawing card. ISIS was in a panic. They had started to disperse apology to the holy place assassin, anything to lend the Jihad against them to a finale. Laughing the adult female decided it was time to really screw with these SOB. Commandeering a broadcast array she sent her own message.

"I am the sanctum 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, make your public security with Allah. Know that destruction is the only companion you have now and as we all know, demise only waits so long."The cleaning lady said, her voice well disguised.

In WA the woman's old handler shook his head ; she had gone completely off the thick end. A Jihad ? She alone ? What in the hell was she thinking ? True she had done more to carry off a huge piece of Isis but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an approximation, one he should experience thought of before now.

It was two twenty-four hours later when a plane landed in dud, and a ticklish looking charwoman agent stepped off of it. An almost snide look was on her face. Shaking her head, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could kill most of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smiling lit up her face, her aim on the early hand ; now that would be a dead on target challenge !

The charwoman had killed all but three of the leaders now ; they were going to be the heavily to get to. She was awaiting the arrival of one of the three when a slight, very slight movement caught her center. SO ! They were finally starting to get serious, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a good agent and friend for a while.

A diffused whispering voice drifted through the wind to the fair sex's ear."Damn it Barbie ! Never thought I'd be taking you out. You were the near, though no Thomas More that you've lost your mind."growling, the fair sex re-positioned herself.

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

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the auditory sensation of respective 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 headway."I haven't lost my mind, he lied to you, I am taking retaliation is all, and they killed King John. I will finish this, and then I'll finishing him. I warned him to stop pursuing me, know I'll killing him for the both of us."

"Good,"came the weakening spokesperson 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."Kill the cocksucker slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her friend let out her dying rattle.

Present Day


Her slender organic structure tensed. She had to score surely before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the second and third in command two and three days 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 unacceptable, there was always a way in, problem was getting out alive. Watching farther, she saw the main leader of ISI pop off his car. Barbie had studied the man for the hold out few calendar week. The others had really been naught, but this man, HE was the most august and Charles Herbert Best 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 loss leader. Waiting about half an hour more, another car drove up and three men got out. The man who was out survive, looked at everything, constantly appraising everything. ‘ Ah !'Barbie thought, ‘ There the son of a cunt is !'

Following the three men, she saw they entered another part of the complex, a minuscule used and even to a lesser extent live field. Waiting a few minutes, she entered the erstwhile section of the bunker and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping unawares, she heard a man issuing society to soul in the dugout with him. Getting flat against the rampart the woman waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the corner and walked aright past her ! What the hell ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the doorway, she was surprise when she saw a modern font war room. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a cunt has to die. He does suffer 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 rampart, she soon heard voices in another room. What the perdition ? 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 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 knife to the hilt in the two men's throats.

No longer being held down, the teenager started to fight back, boot and punching the leader, finally throwing the elder man off onto the storey. Drawing her fighting knife Barbie advanced on the man on the storey. Swiftly she cut the man's genitals loose and commenced to stuff the bloody contents in the man's mouth."sucking and choke on that you sick son of a kick !"Leaving her final calling lineup, she spit in the dying man's face.

Looking around, Barbie knew she didn't have much clip. 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 wait at everything. A vent-hole suddenly caught her tending. Snatching the grate loose, she started to establish her way out, or so she thought.

Stopping, she saw that she was in the other percentage of the bunker. Crap ! binding tracking, she found another way that went More up. Almost an hour later she emerged on the early side of the hill that backed the bunker. There was of trend entire muddiness as men were running everywhere not really sure what to do. Smiling, the char waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was dead, his trunk in the vent with her. Changing clothes, she slowly made her way away from the bunker area. One affair 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 scrap wearing apparel in a vent, burnt beyond recognition. Shaking his brain, 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 drained ; Kenna was the last that could have killed her. When they found her physical structure, 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 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 times. I hope you like the whiskey."Barbie said.

The man stopped a here and now and shook his head looking at the shabu."poison ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poison. Let's see : secretions from the blueness poisonous substance Frog of Brazil, curare from the Strychnos vine in telephone exchange America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In lowly United States Department of State they cause palsy. Yes, you're right, I don't usually use poisons, but I made a promise to Kenna. A hope that I'd killing you slowly. You should already feel the issue 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 love watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor fragile blade from a case in her air hole, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted enough meter. Shall we begin ? ”