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

Her mind raced back over the days that they had both worked for the bureau. They had been a damn estimable team, working together but always independent, able to change any aspect of the mission at a moment's notice. ‘ well, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a slave to the plan. I pulled his ass out of peril 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 respective ISIS leaders. A damned 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 their motion when, her damnable braid broke lose again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her head to the slope when she noticed the build up of various 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 fervour started she didn't plosive speech sound. 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 ordering, she crept back to see what was going on. Growling she saw that the Isis soldiers had someone hung by their branch between 2 poles.

creep closer she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 mm half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knifes and her combat tongue. 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 piffling encourage, 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 headway 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 good bye. Unable to take over 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 building before the doors burst open.

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

traveling overland in the beat up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the small flat they had shared. Picking up the phone the womanhood hooked various device to it and waited.

Ring ! clink !"Hello, welcome to tiptop warehouse consolidation how may we help you ?"Came the Sweet voice of a Thomas Young sounding female.

"Yes I have an order of magnitude I'd like to put, 1 million square human foot needed."The woman answered still holding her anger in check.

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

There was a serial of clicks then came a man's vocalisation,"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 dolt son of a bitch ! I'm going after ISIS and I won't period ‘ til they are all DEAD ! You hear me you retarded whoreson ! You sent us in blind ! There was more than twice the phone number there that should have got been."The charwoman 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 agent. impart me the hell alone."Here the woman heaved a huge suspiration."I mean it or you will go one of my victims !"Slamming the sound down she figured she had ten minutes before they started to hunt her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of British capital, she was about ten closure away when she saw the pitch-dark cars start to arrive at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her center forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, time to necessitate the street. Climbing down she drifted into the crowd of people and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, one-half of the leader had been found with their pharynx cut, header cleaved almost in half many of those burned almost beyond recognition. Near or on each of them had been the declaration that a holy international jihad had been declared upon Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence. A blood oath was being exacted for the killing of a holy place assassin's class. The killing would not block ‘ til all of the leader of ISIS 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 time of the ameer with the death of a thousand cuts. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his centre opened wide of the mark as a blonde mantrap appeared before him.

"I already recognize where all of them are. I am your and their Angel of death, for the last of my phratry I will exact the blood swearword on all of you. By the way asshole, relish your death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiling the charwoman squabble in the man's aspect, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The woman smiled. That had been about comforting, one of the more enjoyable Death she'd done. Crossing the street the woman's expression suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the nonaged leaders. That one had been the first of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the more major drawing card's theatre. She had worked all calendar week to get herself installed into the household of the drawing card. problem was the loss leader were so seldom at their homes.

Knocking at the door she came to, the safety device asked her a few head then nodded and let her in. Her face hidden by the Ghutrah the cleaning lady smiled, their own usance were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the house, the cleaning lady went to the master way where near of the men were. Good she thought, he's still here. Getting out of peck she waited. What she had put into they were drinking, should consume them going to the bathroom soon.

Almost half an 60 minutes later the loss leader and 2 of his guard arose to head to the rear of the house. Turning the adult female swiftly secreted herself in the room, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guard duty outside the doorway. Moving swiftly the woman had already cut the man's throat, then for goodness measure cut the man's penis off and block it into his dying mouth. Her arm moving at a blinding speed she cut the man as much as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely stimulate twenty dollar bill feet away from the place before there were various outcry, then female screams. Smiling the woman thought ‘ only a few Thomas More now ’.

Three weeks ago


The fair sex had already made her plans to pull up stakes England. So far she hadn't seen any agent but she knew they were there. Ha ! Amateurs ! She'd have already tracked where she was, made architectural plan, and executed them. These newer agentive role were slow as shit ! Where was the all out man Richard Morris Hunt for her ? Only ten days before they would have had every tinker's dam federal 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 coming of an odd motortruck. Tried but true huh ? Activating several switches near the doorway, then the bathroom and sleeping accommodation threshold she made her way out and up the flaming relief valve tripping a last set as she left. The changeling ! She'd warned them, now they would have to mete out with the clean up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the get-go shouts, then several more. Making the roof next door she was making her way down when the entire apartment exploded. Grabbing a burner cellphone she dialed a number and waited. In a quiet and unagitated voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass wipe, what you lose XX, 30 factor ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."dangling up, she threw the cell in the trash as she made her was to her succeeding safe house.

She was about three pulley block away when she saw the surveillance van, then the truck, along with several 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 give up when she dropped the hand bag she'd been carrying. consequence 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 pavement, each with a mess in his chest.

walk further, she pulled another burner cubicle and dialed again."That's fall upon two son of a bitch. I can keep killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. Keep it up and you'll have to replace the unanimous damn agency."Hanging up, she tossed the cubicle and kept going.

Disappearing into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar Channel Tunnel railroad train. Aboard, she kept find out the whole time as the train made its way to Anatole France. Making her way out of the station she began to see more and to a greater extent broker. Shaking her head she guessed she'd have to kill Sir Thomas More of them to finally get her point across. Walking by a few of them, citizenry began to squall as men were suddenly hitting the floor. At the door of the station the woman turned and crooked her finger's breadth with a smile then exited.

The first off four never knew what hit them, the adjacent two went down looking. The sleep took cover as the woman slowly made her way to a taxicab. It should only involve a day or two to progress to the Syrian turkey perimeter then another to start finding the leadership

A week ago


The cleaning woman smiled after the killing of the first two Major leaders. ISIS was in a panic. They had started to broadcast apologia to the holy bravo, anything to fetch the 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 assassin, for the wrongful killing of my mob, I am blood cuss sworn to obviate all. I will not break off nor will I be stopped, make your peace with Allah. Know that death is the only companion you have now and as we all know, end only waits so long."The woman said, her phonation well disguised.

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

It was two days later when a plane landed in joker, and a delicate looking woman agent stepped off of it. An almost snide facial expression 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 smile lit up her face, her butt on the early hired hand ; now that would be a dependable challenge !

The cleaning lady had killed all but three of the leader now ; they were going to be the hardest to get to. She was awaiting the arrival of one of the three when a rebuff, very thin campaign caught her heart. SO ! They were finally starting to get grievous, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a good agent and friend for a while.

A soft whispering spokesperson drifted through the nothingness to the woman's ears."hoot 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 woman re-positioned herself.

"You know I hate that name, 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 mind."I haven't lost my judgment, he lied to you, I am taking revenge is all, and they killed John. I will finish this, and then I'll finish him. I warned him to stop pursuing me, know I'll killing him for the both of us."

"Good,"came the weakening voice 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 allow."kill the mongrel slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her supporter let out her death rattle.

present tense Day


Her slender body tensed. She had to have certainly before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the s and third in command two and three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago respectively, ISIS had tightened surety 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, job was getting out alive. Watching further, she saw the principal leader of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence conk his car. Barbie had studied the man for the live on few hebdomad. The others had really been nothing, but this man, HE was the most august and beneficial 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 drawing card. Waiting about half an 60 minutes 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 character of the complex, a small used and even less known area. Waiting a few transactions, she entered the honest-to-god plane section of the dugout and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping poor, she heard a man issuing orders to someone in the bunker with him. Getting categoric against the bulwark the womanhood waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the corner and walked right past her ! What the hell ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hall ; looking in the door, she was storm when she saw a forward-looking war room. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a bitch has to die. He does have some outstanding toys.'

looking for for the three she had seen go in, she was surprised when they weren't in there. Walking in against the bulwark, she soon heard voices in another elbow room. What the hell ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... OK, now I really want to kill this bit of codswallop. Pulling several of her throwing knives, she crept to the room access 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 teenaged'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 stripling started to fight back, kicking and punching the leader, finally throwing the older man off onto the floor. Drawing her fight knife Barbie advanced on the man on the story. Swiftly she cut the man's private parts loose and commenced to stuff the crashing content in the man's mouth."sucking and choke on that you sick son of a bitch !"Leaving her final calling card, 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 attend at everything. A vent suddenly caught her attention. Snatching the grate loose, she started to ca-ca her way out, or so she thought.

Stopping, she saw that she was in the former piece of the dugout. dogshit ! book binding tracking, she found another way that went Sir Thomas More up. Almost an hour later she emerged on the other side of the pitcher's mound that backed the bunker. There was of course of action number confusion as men were running everywhere not really sure what to do. Smiling, the cleaning woman waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was dead, his body in the vent with her. Changing dress, she slowly made her way away from the bunker surface 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 dead body that was wearing female fight clothes in a vent, burned beyond recognition. Shaking his head, he doubted it was her. He knew she was coming for him ; it was just when that was in head. Sighing, he already knew he was idle ; Kenna was the lastly that could have killed her. When they found her body, he resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing they could do to block her now.

Sighing, he sat back and took a huge draft 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 moment and stimulate his nous looking at the field glass."poisonous substance ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's Thomas More than poison. Let's see : secretions from the blue angel poison toad frog 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 palsy. Yes, you're right, I don't usually use poisons, but I made a promise to Kenna. A promise 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 lie. I am going to revel watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor thin blade from a case in her pocket, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted enough time. Shall we begin ? ”