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 braid of haircloth 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 grin crossed her case as she thought that it was the ONE thing that had saved her life history that day.

Her mind raced back over the years that they had both worked for the way. They had been a shit skilful squad, working together but always independent, capable to change any vista of the foreign mission at a moment's observation. ‘ Well, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a slave to the plan. I pulled his ass out of danger 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 ISIS leaders. A unredeemed recovery that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab several of the leaders for selective information. They had started to piss their move when, her damnable tress broke lose again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her principal to the side when she noticed the build 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 ardor started she didn't stay. 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 orders, she crept back to see what was going on. Growling she saw that the ISIS soldiers had person hung by their limb between 2 poles.

crawling closer she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 millimeter one-half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knife and her armed combat knife. 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 pharynx of the safeguard that turned the recession. Moving a lilliputian far, 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 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 good bye. unable to bear this, she made her way to the building lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the windows. Smiling she listened to the speech sound of the men dying in the construction before the doors burst open.

draftsmanship her 9 mm she took out the beginning few but knew they would get her also. Escaping she made her way to the tryst, getting in ; the plane took off, no questions. The landing place on an abandoned airstrip outside of London, a distinctive average side foggy day.

travel overland in the measure up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the small flat they had shared. Picking up the phone the fair sex hooked several devices to it and waited.

Ring ! Click !"Hello, welcome to Acme warehouse integration how may we aid you ?"Came the sweetness vocalism of a Thomas Young sounding female.

"Yes I have an edict I'd like to place, 1 million square feet needed."The char answered still holding her ire in check.

"Alright please clutch while I connect you."Can the buoyant voice.

There was a series of clicks then came a man's voice,"What in the snake pit happened ? We sent you in for a unsubdivided 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 layover ‘ til they are all DEAD ! You hear me you retarded arsehole ! You sent us in subterfuge ! There was Thomas More than twice the turn there that should let been."The woman shouted letting her Pentagon middleman have all her anger.

"I admit the entropy 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 broker. leave alone me the the pits alone."Here the woman heaved a Brobdingnagian sigh."I mean it or you will suit one of my victim !"Slamming the phone 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 London, she was about ten pulley-block away when she saw the black elevator car start to go far at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her eyes forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, time to carry the street. Climbing down she drifted into the crowds of citizenry and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, half of the leader had been found with their throats cut, heads cleaved almost in half many of those burned almost beyond credit. Near or on each of them had been the declaration that a holy place international jihad had been declared upon Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence. A blood line oath was being exacted for the kill of a holy assassin's family. The killing would not block off ‘ til all of the leaders of ISIS were dead.

trembling, 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 grand cuts. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his eyes opened wide as a light-haired mantrap appeared before him.

"I already eff where all of them are. I am your and their holy person of death, for the dying of my folk I will exact the stemma oath on all of you. By the way motherfucker, enjoy your death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiles the woman gaiter in the man's expression, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The charwoman smiled. That had been well-nigh satisfying, one of the more enjoyable destruction she'd done. Crossing the street the woman's face suddenly got severe, so far she had taken out all of the minor leaders. That one had been the first of the more crucial leadership. She was heading to another of the more major leader's house. She had worked all week to get herself installed into the house of the loss leader. Problem was the leaders were so seldom at their homes.

knocking at the door she came to, the safety device 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 main room where most of the men were. Good she thought, he's still here. Getting out of passel she waited. What she had put into they were drinking, should have them going to the privy soon.

Almost half an hour later the leader and 2 of his guards arose to head to the back of the theatre. Turning the char swiftly secreted herself in the way, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guards outside the door. Moving swiftly the fair sex had already cut the man's throat, then for good criterion cut the man's member off and thrust it into his dying sassing. 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 twenty fundament away from the place before there were several shout, then female screech. Smiling the char thought ‘ only a few more now ’.

triad weeks ago


The woman had already made her programme to get out England. So far she hadn't seen any broker but she knew they were there. Ha ! Amateurs ! She'd have already tracked where she was, made design, and executed them. These young agents were dull as diddly-shit ! Where was the all out man hunt for her ? Only ten old age before they would deliver had every damn agent out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The full 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 respective switches near the doorway, then the can and sleeping accommodation room access she made her way out and up the flame dodging tripping a in conclusion set as she left. The idiots ! She'd warned them, now they would have to share with the plum up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the first shouts, then several more. Making the ceiling following threshold she was making her way down when the entire flat exploded. Grabbing a burner cell she dialed a figure and waited. In a quiet and serene voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass pass over, what you lose twenty dollar bill, thirty agents ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."Hanging up, she threw the cadre in the crank as she made her was to her next dependable house.

She was about three cube away when she saw the surveillance van, then the motortruck, along with several people roaming around. Ducking into an bowling alley, she applied a tegument masquerade 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. bit 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 hole in his chest.

Walking further, she pulled another burner cell and dialed again."That's come upon two arsehole. I can keep killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. Keep it up and you'll have to interchange the whole darn agency."wall hanging up, she tossed the cellular telephone and kept going.

disappearance into the gang, she made her way to the Eurostar Channel Tunnel train. Aboard, she kept watch the whole time as the train made its way to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. Making her way out of the station she began to see More and more agents. Shaking her head she guessed she'd have to bolt down more of them to finally get her item across. Walking by a few of them, masses began to shout out as men were suddenly hitting the storey. At the doorway of the station the woman turned and crooked her fingerbreadth with a grin then exited.

The first four never knew what hit them, the future two went down looking. The residuum took cover as the cleaning lady slowly made her way to a taxi. It should only take a day or two to contact the Syrian Turkey moulding then another to start finding the leaders

A week ago


The womanhood smiled after the killing of the first two major leadership. Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence was in a panic. They had started to broadcast apologies to the sanctum bravo, anything to bring the jihad against them to a finis. Laughing the woman decided it was time to really bang with these assholes. Commandeering a broadcast array she sent her own message.

"I am the holy assassin, for the unlawful killing of my family, I am blood oath sworn to eliminate all. I will not block nor will I be stopped, make your peace with Allah. Know that dying is the solely companion you have now and as we all know, last only waits so long."The woman said, her voice well disguised.

In Washington the woman's old handler shook his promontory ; she had gone completely off the deep end. A international jihad ? She alone ? What in the blaze was she thinking ? True she had done more to get rid of a Brobdingnagian part of ISIS but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the headphone, the man suddenly had an estimate, one he should have thought of before now.

It was two Day later when a planing machine landed in Turkey, and a delicate looking woman agent stepped off of it. An almost sneer spirit was on her font. Shaking her head, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could kill virtually of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a grin lit up her face, her target on the other hand ; now that would be a lawful challenge !

The woman had killed all but three of the drawing card now ; they were going to be the hardest to get to. She was awaiting the comer of one of the three when a slight, very svelte movement caught her eyes. SO ! They were finally starting to get good, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a well federal agent and champion for a while.

A soft rustling vocalization drifted through the fart to the woman's ears."darn it Barbie ! Never thought I'd be taking you out. You were the good, 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 better when I am mad. Is that what you are hoping for ?"The woman said.

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the sound of various knives being thrown, then there was a pant and a thump as a torso hit the ground. The one called Barbie walked up to Kenna shaking her oral sex."I haven't lost my brain, he lied to you, I am taking retaliation is all, and they killed can. I will finish 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 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 leave."killing the asshole slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her friend let out her destruction rattle.

Present Day


Her slender body tensed. She had to earn for sure before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the sec and third in command two and three daytime ago respectively, Inter-Services Intelligence had tightened security up to a point that it would be ALMOST impossible to get to the man. Almost but not totally inconceivable, there was always a way in, trouble was getting out alive. Watching encourage, she saw the principal drawing card of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence exit his car. Barbie had studied the man for the last few workweek. The others had really been nothing, but this man, HE was the most venerable and 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 leader. Waiting about half an 60 minutes more, another car drove up and three men got out. The man who was out last, looked at everything, constantly appraising everything. ‘ Ah !'Barbie thought, ‘ There the son of a beef is !'

Following the three men, she saw they entered another part of the complex, a minuscule used and even less known domain. Waiting a few transactions, she entered the older section of the bunker and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping forgetful, she heard a man issuing orders to someone in the sand trap with him. Getting bland against the wall the woman waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the recess and walked right on past her ! What the the pits ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the door, 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 have 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 representative in another way. What the perdition ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... Okay, now I really want to kill this piece of glass. Pulling several of her throwing knives, she crept to the door and peeked in.

There on the bed the loss leader had a stripling 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 stripling started to fight back, kicking and punching the leader, finally throwing the onetime man off onto the story. Drawing her combat knife Barbie advanced on the man on the level. Swiftly she cut the man's genitalia loose and commenced to block the all-fired table of contents in the man's sassing."Suck and choke on that you sick son of a bitch !"Leaving her net calling carte, 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 principal room again, Barbie started to look at everything. A vent suddenly caught her care. Snatching the grate loose, she started to make her way out, or so she thought.

Stopping, she saw that she was in the other part of the bunker. bullshit ! Back trailing, she found another way that went more up. Almost an time of day later she emerged on the early side of the hill that backed the bunker. There was of course summate confusion as men were running everywhere not really trusted what to do. grinning, the woman waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was numb, his body in the vent with her. Changing clothes, she slowly made her way away from the trap area. One matter left to do, she smiled.

It was three years after the dugout incident ; the manager was reading the study. They had found a consistence that was wearing female combat clothes in a vent, burnt beyond recognition. Shaking his mind, he doubted it was her. He knew she was coming for him ; it was just when that was in interrogative sentence. Sighing, he already knew he was drained ; Kenna was the net that could have killed her. When they found her body, he resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing they could do to stop her now.

Sighing, he sat back and took a huge swig of the whiskey he had in his desk."I wondered when you were going to get here,"the man said when he saw the phantasma on the wall.

"Oh, I've been here a few times. I hope you like the whiskey."Barbie said.

The man stopped a import and shook his straits looking at the glass."poisonous substance ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poison. Let's see : secretion from the Blue Poison toad of Brazil, Curare from the Strychnos vine in central America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In minor doses they cause paralysis. Yes, you're right, I don't usually use poisons, but I made a promise 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 savour watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor thin brand from a showcase in her pocket, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted plenty time. Shall we begin ? ”