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 plait of hair that she could never get to stay under the hairsbreadth cap. Her husband had always joked that it would be the one matter that would get her killed. A sad grinning crossed her face as she thought that it was the ONE affair that had saved her aliveness that day.

Her mind raced back over the years that they had both worked for the agency. They had been a damn sound team, working together but always freelance, able to commute any aspect of the missionary station at a moment's notice. ‘ Well, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a striver to the programme. I pulled his ass out of danger more than a few times ; the man was always in a hurry.'

A quiver ran through her as she remembered the day they had been sent after several ISIS leaders. A unredeemed retrieval that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab several of the loss leader for data. They had started to throw their move when, her damnable tress broke lose again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her question to the side of meat when she noticed the human body up of several 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 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 individual hung by their arms between 2 poles.

crawling closer she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 mm one-half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knifes and her combat knife. Still creeping forward she heard the sentry duty bragging about the seizure of the man. Trying to lull herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the throat of the guard that turned the corner. Moving a little further, she slit the following 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 header and motioning to the edifice behind him, indicating at least 30 men. Telling her he loved her, he motioned for her to go, telling her goodness bye. Unable to swallow this, she made her way to the building lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the Windows. Smiling she listened to the sounds of the men dying in the construction before the doorway burst open.

draftsmanship her 9 mm she took out the foremost 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 landing strip outside of Greater London, a typical mean English foggy day.

traveling overland in the beat up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the small apartment they had shared. Picking up the phone the char hooked several gimmick to it and waited.

anchor ring ! pawl !"Hello, welcome to elevation storage warehouse integration how may we help you ?"Came the sweet articulation of a young sounding female.

"Yes I have an ordination I'd like to range, 1 million square animal foot needed."The woman answered still holding her angriness in check.

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

There was a series of clicks then came a man's spokesperson,"What in the Scheol happened ? We sent you in for a simple-minded recovery ! I want you back here."

"I'm not coming back in you pudden-head son of a bitch ! I'm going after ISIS and I won't check ‘ 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 get 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 rub ! 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 huge sigh."I mean it or you will become one of my victims !"Slamming the phone down she figured she had ten hour before they started to hunt her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of British capital, she was about ten blocks away when she saw the Shirley Temple Black cars start to arrive at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her eyes forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, time to take up the street. Climbing down she drifted into the crowds of people and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, half of the leaders had been found with their throats cut, principal cleaved almost in one-half many of those burned almost beyond realization. Near or on each of them had been the declaration that a holy international jihad had been declared upon Isis. A blood oath was being exacted for the violent death of a holy assassin's family unit. The killing would not kibosh ‘ til all of the leaders of ISIS were dead.

Shaking, the man had never seen the extent of the fade that had taken piazza on each man. It was something out of the antediluvian times of the emirs with the Death of a 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 oculus opened wide as a blonde beaut appeared before him.

"I already know where all of them are. I am your and their angel of decease, for the death of my family unit I will exact the blood swearword on all of you. By the way dickhead, enjoy your Death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiling the woman pettifoggery in the man's face, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The woman smiled. That had been most cheering, one of the more pleasurable deaths she'd done. Crossing the street the womanhood's boldness suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the small-scale leaders. That one had been the low gear of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the Thomas More major leader's house. She had worked all week to get herself installed into the menage of the leader. trouble was the leader were so seldom at their homes.

knock 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 cleaning woman smiled, their own impost were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the business firm, the woman went to the chief 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 accept them going to the lavatory soon.

Almost half an hour later the leader and 2 of his guards arose to channelize to the cover of the theater. Turning the adult female swiftly secreted herself in the room, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guards outside the door. Moving swiftly the woman had already cut the man's throat, then for undecomposed cadence cut the man's penis off and stuffed 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 grow xx feet away from the piazza before there were respective shouts, then female screams. Smiling the adult female thought ‘ only a few Thomas More now ’.

trinity week ago


The adult female had already made her programme 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 plans, and executed them. These new agents were wearisome as shit ! Where was the all out man Richard Morris Hunt for her ? Only ten long time before they would have had every damn federal agent out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The total representation had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the approaching of an odd hand truck. Tried but true huh ? Activating respective replacement near the door, then the privy and bedroom room access she made her way out and up the fire escape tripping a last set as she left. The idiots ! She'd warned them, now they would have to deal with the clean up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the world-class shouts, then several more. Making the roof 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 quiet and calmer voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass rub, what you lose twenty, 30 broker ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."dangling up, she threw the cubicle in the trash as she made her was to her next safe house.

She was about three blocks away when she saw the surveillance van, then the truck, along with several the great unwashed roaming around. Ducking into an alley, she applied a skin masquerade party 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. mo later there was a huge explosion as the van blew apart. She was beside the hand truck when two men exited, then suddenly fell to the pavement, each with a golf hole in his chest.

walking further, she pulled another burner mobile phone and dialed again."That's attain two asshole. I can preserve killing them all day ; it seems you have nada but trainees. Keep it up and you'll have to replace the unhurt damn agency."Hanging up, she tossed the mobile phone and kept going.

disappearing into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar channel tunnel wagon train. Aboard, she kept look on the whole time as the train made its way to France. Making her way out of the station she began to see more and to a greater extent broker. Shaking her head word she guessed she'd have to obliterate More of them to finally get her full stop across. Walking by a few of them, people began to yell as men were suddenly hitting the flooring. At the threshold of the post the woman turned and crooked her finger with a smiling 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 hack. It should only carry a day or two to touch the Syrian Meleagris gallopavo border then another to start finding the loss leader

A hebdomad ago


The cleaning lady smiled after the killing of the first of all two John R. Major leaders. Inter-Services Intelligence was in a terror. They had started to broadcast apologia to the holy assassinator, anything to play the international jihad against them to a close. Laughing the woman decided it was time to really screw with these assholes. Commandeering a broadcast array she sent her own message.

"I am the sanctum bravo, for the wrongful cleanup of my kinsfolk, I am blood curse word sworn to obviate all. I will not check nor will I be stopped, construct your peace with Allah. Know that death is the only comrade you have now and as we all know, death only waits so long."The cleaning lady said, her vocalism well disguised.

In WA the woman's old handler shook his head ; she had gone completely off the deep end. A jihad ? She alone ? What in the hell was she thinking ? True she had done more to eliminate a immense voice of ISIS but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the headphone, the man suddenly had an idea, one he should own thought of before now.

It was two days later when a plane landed in Turkey, and a frail looking cleaning woman agent stepped off of it. An almost snide smell was on her grimace. Shaking her head, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could kill almost of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smile lit up her face, her target on the other manus ; now that would be a true challenge !

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

A balmy whispering voice drifted through the farting to the woman's ears."hoot it Barbie ! Never thought I'd be taking you out. You were the best, though no to a greater extent 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 better when I am mad. Is that what you are hoping for ?"The woman said.

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the speech sound of several knives being thrown, then there was a gasp and a thumping as a body hit the dry land. The one called Barbie walked up to Kenna shaking her head."I haven't lost my head, he lied to you, I am taking revenge is all, and they killed can. I will polish off 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 part 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 bequeath."putting to death the illegitimate slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her friend let out her death rattle.

nowadays Day


Her slender eubstance tensed. She had to cause sure before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the minute and third in command two and three days ago respectively, Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence had tightened security up to a stage that it would be ALMOST unimaginable to get to the man. Almost but not totally unacceptable, there was always a way in, problem was getting out awake. Watching further, she saw the briny loss leader of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence exit his car. Barbie had studied the man for the last 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 safety device, 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 finally, 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 little used and even less known field. Waiting a few bit, she entered the older section of the dugout and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping shortstop, she heard a man issuing ordination to someone in the trap with him. Getting flat against the wall the woman waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the corner and walked right past her ! What the hellhole ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hall ; looking in the room access, she was surprised when she saw a modern war room. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a beef has to die. He does get some bully toys.'

looking for 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 representative in another room. What the Inferno ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... OK, now I really want to kill this slice of trash. Pulling several of her throwing knives, she crept to the door and peeked in.

There on the bed the leader had a teen male being held down by the former two men while he raped the teen's ass. Bursting in Barbie threw and buried both of the throwing tongue to the hilt in the two men's throats.

No longer being held down, the teen started to press back, kicking and punching the leader, finally throwing the older man off onto the level. Drawing her scrap knife Barbie advanced on the man on the floor. Swiftly she cut the man's genitals informal and commenced to choke up the bloody content in the man's mouth."Suck and choke on that you sick son of a bitch !"Leaving her final exam calling wit, 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 master room again, Barbie started to depend at everything. A release suddenly caught her aid. Snatching the grating loose, she started to make her way out, or so she thought.

fillet, she saw that she was in the other part of the trap. dogshit ! backrest trailing, she found another way that went more up. Almost an 60 minutes later she emerged on the former English of the mound that backed the bunker. There was of course summate confusion as men were running everywhere not really trusted what to do. smiling, the char waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was dead, his consistence in the vent with her. Changing clothes, she slowly made her way away from the sand trap domain. One affair left to do, she smiled.

It was three daytime after the bunker incident ; the handler was reading the reports. They had found a body that was wearing female person fight clothes in a vent, burnt 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 drained ; Kenna was the last that could have killed her. When they found her consistence, he resigned himself to the fact that there was nix they could do to lay off her now.

Sighing, he sat back and took a vast swig of the whisky 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 instant and shook his brain looking at the glass."poison ? Very unlike you."

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

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

"Yes, after all you did ; all the lies. I am going to relish watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor cut steel from a case in her air pocket, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted enough clip. Shall we begin ? ”