Completely concealed, she watched with a reprehensible excitement she hadn't felt in age. Finally it would be over today. Live or die, it would be over. The desiccated jazz blew the one stray blonde tress of whisker that she could never get to stay put 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 thing that had saved her lifespan that day.

Her mind raced back over the years that they had both worked for the agency. They had been a damn good team, working together but always independent, able to shift any aspect of the mission at a bit's poster. ‘ Well, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a striver to the plan. I pulled his ass out of danger to a greater extent 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 Inter-Services Intelligence leader. A damned retrieval that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab several of the loss leader for info. They had started to make their move when, her damnable twist broke lose again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her pass to the side when she noticed the habitus 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 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 Inter-Services Intelligence soldiers had person hung by their weapons system between 2 poles.

Creeping finisher she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 millimeter half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knife and her combat tongue. Still creeping forward she heard the guards bragging about the capture of the man. Trying to calm herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the throat of the guard that turned the box. Moving a minuscule further, she slit the next one's throat even as he was fishing his putz out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 K 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 proficient bye. Unable to accept this, she made her way to the construction lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the window. Smiling she listened to the sounds of the men dying in the construction before the doors burst open.

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

Traveling overland in the heartbeat up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the small-scale flat they had shared. Picking up the earpiece the cleaning woman hooked several devices to it and waited.

gang ! detent !"how-do-you-do, welcome to vertex warehouse integration how may we help you ?"Came the sweet vocalization of a young sounding female.

"Yes I have an order I'd like to place, 1 million square feet needed."The cleaning woman answered still holding her wrath 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 voice,"What in the hell happened ? We sent you in for a wide-eyed retrieval ! I want you back here."

"I'm not coming back in you dullard son of a beef ! I'm going after ISIS and I won't halt ‘ 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 hold 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 wipe ! I am not coming back, send any after me and you will soon be hurting for agents. Leave me the Scheol alone."Here the woman heaved a vast sigh."I mean it or you will suit one of my victims !"Slamming the sound down she figured she had ten proceedings before they started to hunt her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of London, she was about ten occlusion away when she saw the black railcar 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 the street. Climbing down she drifted into the bunch of the great unwashed and vanished.

Two hebdomad 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 declaration that a holy Jihad had been declared upon ISI. A profligate oath was being exacted for the killing of a holy bravo's family unit. The killing would not stop ‘ til all of the leaders of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence were dead.

quiver, the man had never seen the extent of the slicing that had taken place on each man. It was something out of the antediluvian times of the emirs with the destruction of a yard cutting off. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of assuagement. He noticed that his visual modality was blurry, and then his eyes opened wide as a blonde dish appeared before him.

"I already recognise where all of them are. I am your and their saint of death, for the demise of my family I will exact the blood oath on all of you. By the way asshole, enjoy your death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiling the woman bicker in the man's font, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The charwoman smiled. That had been almost cheering, one of the more gratifying deaths she'd done. Crossing the street the charwoman's human face suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the minor leaders. That one had been the offset of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the more major drawing card's star sign. She had worked all week to get herself installed into the house of the drawing card. Problem was the leadership 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 grimace hidden by the Ghutrah the cleaning lady smiled, their own customs duty were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the mansion, the woman went to the main room where to the highest degree 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 have them going to the bathroom soon.

Almost half an 60 minutes later the loss leader and 2 of his guard arose to point to the back of the star sign. Turning the woman swiftly secreted herself in the room, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guards outside the room access. Moving swiftly the woman had already cut the man's throat, then for unspoilt measure cut the man's penis off and shove it into his dying mouth. Her arm moving at a blinding speed she cut the man as lots as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely suffer 20 foot away from the piazza before there were respective shouts, then female belly laugh. Smiling the woman thought ‘ only a few more now ’.

trio week ago


The woman had already made her architectural plan to pass on 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 novel agents were slow as shit ! Where was the all out man hunt for her ? Only ten old age before they would have had every shit agent out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The full authority had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the approach of an odd motortruck. Tried but honest huh ? Activating several shift near the room access, then the bathroom and chamber 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 ingest to deal with the clean up.

She'd just made the ceiling when she heard the first shouts, then several more. Making the roof side by side door she was making her way down when the entire apartment exploded. Grabbing a burner cellular telephone she dialed a number and waited. In a tranquillize and tranquil interpreter than she felt she said,"I warned you ass wipe, what you lose xx, thirty agents ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."hanging up, she threw the cadre in the scrap as she made her was to her next condom house.

She was about three closure away when she saw the surveillance van, then the motortruck, 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. instant later there was a Brobdingnagian 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.

walk further, she pulled another burner cell and dialed again."That's strike two mother fucker. I can keep killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. Keep it up and you'll have to replace the entirely damn agency."suspension up, she tossed the cell and kept going.

disappearance into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar Channel burrow gearing. Aboard, she kept look out the whole fourth dimension as the train made its way to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. Making her way out of the post she began to see more and more agents. Shaking her head she guessed she'd have to vote out More of them to finally get her point across. Walking by a few of them, the great unwashed began to scream as men were suddenly hitting the floor. At the door of the post the woman turned and crooked her finger with a smile then exited.

The first four never knew what hit them, the next two went down looking. The eternal rest took cover as the woman slowly made her way to a hack. It should only have a day or two to reach out the Syrian Turkey border then another to set off finding the leaders

A week ago


The cleaning lady smiled after the violent death of the first two John R. Major leaders. ISIS was in a panic. They had started to broadcast apology to the holy assassin, anything to get the Jihad against them to a conclusion. Laughing the cleaning woman decided it was time to really screw 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 rip swearing sworn to eliminate all. I will not break off nor will I be stopped, draw your peace with Allah. Know that last is the lonesome fellow traveler you have now and as we all know, decease only waits so long."The woman said, her vocalism well disguised.

In Evergreen State the woman's old animal trainer shook his head ; she had gone completely off the thick end. A international jihad ? She alone ? What in the hell on earth was she thinking ? True she had done more to pass a huge character of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an estimate, one he should have thought of before now.

It was two twenty-four hours later when a planing machine landed in Turkey, and a touchy looking char federal agent stepped off of it. An almost sneering look was on her face. Shaking her head, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could shoot down most of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smile lit up her font, her mark on the other deal ; now that would be a true challenge !

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

A soft whisper voice drifted through the wind to the womanhood's ear."red cent it Barbie ! Never thought I'd be taking you out. You were the near, though no Sir Thomas More that you've lost your mind."growling, the womanhood re-positioned herself.

"You know I hate that public figure, 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 respective knife being thrown, then there was a pant and a thump as a body hit the ground. The one called Barbie walked up to Kenna shaking her head teacher."I haven't lost my mind, he lied to you, I am taking revenge is all, and they killed John. I will wind up this, and then I'll stopping point 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 lead."Kill the bastard slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her Quaker let out her end rattle.

nowadays Day


Her slender body tensed. She had to wee-wee sure enough before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the second and third base in command two and three sidereal day ago respectively, ISIS had tightened certificate up to a point that it would be ALMOST unacceptable to get to the man. Almost but not totally out of the question, there was always a way in, job was getting out alive. Watching further, she saw the briny leader of ISI leave 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 revered and best guarded.

Looking on, she saw that, yes, the man had a lot of sentry duty, 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 last, 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 complex, a little used and even less known arena. Waiting a few minutes, she entered the older division of the trap and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping dead, she heard a man issuing orders to somebody in the dugout with him. Getting unconditional 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 hell ? 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 bitch has to die. He does take some expectant toys.'

look for the three she had seen go in, she was surprised when they weren't in there. Walking in against the paries, she soon heard voices in another elbow room. What the hell ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... Okay, now I really want to pop this piece of trumpery. 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 other 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 defend back, kicking and punching the leader, finally throwing the older man off onto the flooring. Drawing her combat knife Barbie advanced on the man on the floor. Swiftly she cut the man's genitals unloosen and commenced to satiate the bloody cognitive content in the man's oral cavity."suck and choke on that you sick son of a bitch !"Leaving her net calling add-in, she spit in the dying man's face.

Looking around, Barbie knew she didn't have lots 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 primary room again, Barbie started to look at everything. A vent suddenly caught her attention. Snatching the grate loose, she started to construct her way out, or so she thought.

fillet, she saw that she was in the other function of the bunker. crap ! Back tracking, she found another way that went Sir Thomas More up. Almost an hour later she emerged on the former side of the hill that backed the bunker. There was of course amount confusion as men were running everywhere not really sure what to do. grin, the woman 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 dugout area. One thing left to do, she smiled.

It was three days after the bunker incident ; the handler was reading the written report. They had found a consistence that was wearing distaff fighting 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 dead ; Kenna was the last that could possess killed her. When they found her organic structure, he resigned himself to the fact that there was aught they could do to stop her now.

Sighing, he sat back and took a huge gulp of the whisky 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 metre. I hope you like the whiskey."Barbie said.

The man stopped a moment and didder his head teacher looking at the glass."toxicant ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's Thomas More than poisonous substance. Let's see : secernment from the bluing Poison Frog of Federative Republic of Brazil, curare from the Strychnos vine in telephone exchange the States. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In little loony toons 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 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 delight watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor flimsy blade from a case in her pocket, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted enough time. Shall we begin ? ”