Completely concealed, she watched with a condemnable excitement she hadn't felt in years. Finally it would be over today. Live or die, it would be over. The waterless malarkey blew the one stray blonde tress of haircloth 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 grin crossed her face as she thought that it was the ONE thing that had saved her life that day.

Her thinker raced back over the years that they had both worked for the federal agency. They had been a shucks skilful squad, working together but always independent, capable to change any look of the mission at a moment's notice. ‘ well, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a slave to the design. I pulled his ass out of danger Thomas More than a few clock time ; the man was always in a hurry.'

A tingle ran through her as she remembered the day they had been sent after several ISIS leadership. A beshrew retrieval that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab several of the leadership for data. They had started to cause their move when, her damnable tress broke lose again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her head to the side when she noticed the habitus up of several containers that weren't supposed to be there.

Yelling a monition 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 someone hung by their weaponry between 2 poles.

Creeping closer she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 mm one-half loaded, 5 frag grenades, respective of her throwing tongue and her scrap knife. Still creeping forward she heard the guard bragging about the gaining control of the man. Trying to quieten herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the throat of the guard duty that turned the turning point. Moving a slight further, she slit the future one's pharynx even as he was fishing his rooster 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 take this, she made her way to the edifice lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the window. Smiling she listened to the sounds of the men dying in the building before the doors burst open.

draft 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 planer took off, no questions. The landing on an abandoned airstrip outside of London, a distinctive average English foggy day.

travelling overland in the pulsation up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the humble flat they had shared. Picking up the phone the woman hooked respective devices to it and waited.

ringing ! Click !"Hello, welcome to Acme warehouse integration how may we help you ?"Came the sweet voice 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 anger in check.

"Alright please grasp while I connect you."Can the chirpy voice.

There was a serial of clicks then came a man's voice,"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 stupid son of a squawk ! I'm going after Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence and I won't closure ‘ til they are all DEAD ! You hear me you retarded asshole ! You sent us in blind ! There was more than than twice the number there that should have been."The woman shouted letting her Pentagon contact have all her anger.

"I admit the data 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 factor. Leave me the hell alone."Here the woman heaved a huge sigh."I mean it or you will become one of my dupe !"Slamming the headphone down she figured she had ten minutes before they started to track down her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of London, she was about ten blocks away when she saw the pitch-dark cars start to arrive at the building she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her heart 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 throats cut, heads cleaved almost in half many of those burned almost beyond acknowledgment. Near or on each of them had been the declaration that a holy place jihad had been declared upon Isis. A blood swearword was being exacted for the putting to death of a holy assassin's family unit. The killing would not stop ‘ til all of the leaders of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence were dead.

vibration, 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 emeer with the death of a one thousand cuts. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed that his imagination was blurry, and then his eyes opened wide as a blonde knockout appeared before him.

"I already hump where all of them are. I am your and their angel of death, for the death of my class I will claim the blood expletive on all of you. By the way prick, love your death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiles the cleaning woman fuss in the man's face, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The woman smiled. That had been most satisfying, one of the more enjoyable death she'd done. Crossing the street the womanhood's nerve suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the modest drawing card. That one had been the first of the more important leader. She was heading to another of the Sir Thomas More major loss leader's menage. She had worked all workweek to get herself installed into the house of the leader. problem was the leadership were so seldom at their homes.

Knocking at the threshold she came to, the safety device asked her a few questions then nodded and let her in. Her font hidden by the Ghutrah the woman smiled, their own customs were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the planetary house, the woman went to the main 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 deliver them going to the bathroom soon.

Almost half an hour later the leader and 2 of his guard duty arose to head to the back of the house. Turning the cleaning lady swiftly secreted herself in the way, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guards outside the door. Moving swiftly the cleaning woman had already cut the man's pharynx, then for practiced meter cut the man's phallus off and stuffed it into his dying mouth. Her arm moving at a blinding speed she cut the man as very much as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely gotten twenty dollar bill metrical unit away from the topographic point before there were respective shouts, then female screams. Smiling the woman thought ‘ only a few more now ’.

Three weeks ago


The charwoman had already made her architectural plan to entrust England. So far she hadn't seen any agentive role but she knew they were there. Ha ! Amateurs ! She'd have already tracked where she was, made plans, and executed them. These young federal agent were behind as shit ! 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 coming of an odd truck. Tried but rightful huh ? Activating several switches near the door, then the can and bedroom threshold she made her way out and up the blast outflow tripping a stopping point set as she left. The cretin ! She'd warned them, now they would deliver to deal with the white up.

She'd just made the ceiling when she heard the first of all shouts, then various more. Making the ceiling side by side threshold she was making her way down when the intact apartment exploded. Grabbing a burner cubicle she dialed a turn and waited. In a quiet and tranquil voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass wipe, what you lose XX, XXX agents ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."dangling up, she threw the cellular phone 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 hand truck, along with several people roaming around. Ducking into an alley, she applied a skin masquerade she had for just such an social function. Walking by the van she didn't even stop when she dropped the paw bag she'd been carrying. instant 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.

walking further, she pulled another burner mobile phone and dialed again."That's strike two shit. I can hold killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. Keep it up and you'll have to replace the unharmed damn agency."hanging up, she tossed the jail cell and kept going.

disappearing into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar transmission channel tunnel train. Aboard, she kept look out the whole time as the gear made its way to France. Making her way out of the place she began to see more and Sir Thomas More agents. Shaking her head she guessed she'd have to stamp out to a greater extent of them to finally get her point across. Walking by a few of them, people began to shout out as men were suddenly hitting the trading floor. At the door of the station the woman turned and crooked her fingerbreadth with a smile then exited.

The first-class honours degree four never knew what hit them, the next two went down looking. The rest took cover as the woman slowly made her way to a cab. It should only take a day or two to reach the Syrian Turkey border then another to come out finding the leadership

A week ago


The woman smiled after the killing of the start two major leadership. ISIS was in a panic. They had started to broadcast apologies to the holy assassin, anything to convey the Jihad against them to a finish. Laughing the woman decided it was time to really drive in with these arsehole. Commandeering a broadcast array she sent her own message.

"I am the holy bravo, for the wrongful killing of my sept, I am rakehell oath sworn to eliminate all. I will not stop nor will I be stopped, make your peacefulness with Allah. Know that death is the only fellow traveler you have now and as we all know, decease only waits so long."The womanhood said, her voice well disguised.

In Washington the woman's old manager shook his foreland ; she had gone completely off the bass end. A Jihad ? She alone ? What in the Scheol was she thinking ? True she had done more to carry off a vast part of ISI but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an melodic theme, one he should have thought of before now.

It was two days later when a planing machine landed in Turkey, and a touchy looking char agentive role stepped off of it. An almost snide look was on her expression. Shaking her headspring, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could stamp out to the highest degree of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a smile lit up her face, her target on the early hand ; now that would be a true up challenge !

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

A soft rustling articulation drifted through the winding to the woman's ears."red cent it Barbie ! Never thought I'd be taking you out. You were the best, though no more that you've lost your mind."Growling, the char re-positioned herself.

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

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the sound of several knives being thrown, then there was a gasp and a thump as a dead body hit the priming. The one called Barbie walked up to Kenna shaking her nous."I haven't lost my mind, he lied to you, I am taking retaliation is all, and they killed John. I will finish this, and then I'll goal him. I warned him to stop pursuing me, know I'll kill him for the both of us."

"trade 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 bastard slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her champion let out her death rattle.

present Day


Her slender organic structure tensed. She had to take a crap sure before she even thought of making a move. Since killing the second and third in command two and three days 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 out of the question, there was always a way in, job was getting out alive. Watching promote, she saw the main drawing card of ISIS exit his car. Barbie had studied the man for the terminal few weeks. The others had really been nil, but this man, HE was the most venerable and best guarded.

Looking on, she saw that, yes, the man had a lot of safeguard, 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 kick is !'

Following the three men, she saw they entered another part of the complex, a little used and even to a lesser extent have it away domain. Waiting a few minutes, she entered the Old section of the bunker and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping dead, she heard a man issuing orders to someone in the bunker 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 nether region ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the threshold, she was surprise when she saw a modern war room. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a bitch has to die. He does bear 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 voices in another room. What the hell ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... okeh, now I really want to defeat this spell of methamphetamine. Pulling respective of her throwing knives, she crept to the door and peeked in.

There on the bed the loss leader had a adolescent male being held down by the former 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 teen started to struggle back, kicking and punching the leader, finally throwing the older man off onto the trading floor. Drawing her combat knife Barbie advanced on the man on the story. Swiftly she cut the man's crotch escaped and commenced to stuff the bloody contents in the man's mouthpiece."suction and choke on that you sick son of a bitch !"Leaving her last calling card, 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 give vent suddenly caught her aid. Snatching the grate loose, she started to make her way out, or so she thought.

fillet, she saw that she was in the other component part of the sand trap. Crap ! binding tracking, she found another way that went more up. Almost an minute later she emerged on the other side of the pitcher's mound that backed the bunker. There was of course tally confusion as men were running everywhere not really for sure what to do. Smiling, the woman waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was abruptly, his body 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after the dugout incident ; the animal trainer was reading the reports. They had found a physical structure that was wearing female combat wearing apparel in a volcano, 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 have killed her. When they found her eubstance, he resigned himself to the fact that there was naught they could do to stop 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 second and shook his head looking at the spyglass."toxicant ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poison. Let's see : secretions from the blue air poison salientian of brazil, curare from the Strychnos vine in Central America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In small doses they cause paralysis. Yes, you're decent, I don't usually use poisons, but I made a promise to Kenna. A hope that I'd putting to death you slowly. You should already finger the essence 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 enjoy watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor slim steel from a lawsuit in her sack, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted enough time. Shall we begin ? ”