Completely concealed, she watched with a fell turmoil she hadn't felt in class. Finally it would be over today. Live or die, it would be over. The desiccated wind blew the one stray blonde tress of hair that she could never get to stay under the fuzz cap. Her husband had always joked that it would be the one thing that would get her killed. A sad smiling crossed her face as she thought that it was the ONE matter that had saved her life that day.

Her intellect raced back over the class that they had both worked for the agency. They had been a damn good team, working together but always independent, able-bodied to change any aspect of the deputation at a moment's notice. ‘ Well, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could ; he was always a striver to the plan. I pulled his ass out of peril more than a few clip ; the man was always in a hurry.'

A shiver ran through her as she remembered the day they had been sent after several Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence leaders. A damned recovery that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab respective of the leaders for information. They had started to make their move when, her damnable tress broke mislay again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her pass to the side when she noticed the build up of respective containers that weren't supposed to be there.

Yelling a warning she pulled various 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 lodge, she crept back to see what was going on. Growling she saw that the ISI soldiers had individual hung by their arm between 2 poles.

crawl closer she took stock of everything she had on her. A 9 millimeter half loaded, 5 frag grenades, several of her throwing knifes and her armed combat knife. Still creeping forward she heard the guards bragging about the capture of the man. Trying to tranquilize herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the pharynx of the sentry duty that turned the corner. Moving a little far, she slit the next one's pharynx even as he was fishing his stopcock out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 yard 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 accept this, she made her way to the building lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the windowpane. Smiling she listened to the strait of the men dying in the building before the door 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 tryst, getting in ; the planing machine took off, no motion. The landing place on an abandoned strip outside of London, a typical average English language foggy day.

travelling overland in the beat up car they had rented, the woman made her way to the diminished matte they had shared. Picking up the phone the woman hooked several devices to it and waited.

Ring ! mouse click !"hullo, welcome to Acme warehouse consolidation how may we facilitate you ?"Came the sweet vocalization of a Loretta Young sounding female.

"Yes I have an order I'd like to order, 1 million square ft needed."The woman answered still holding her choler in check.

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

There was a series of clicks then came a man's voice,"What in the the pits happened ? We sent you in for a wide-eyed retrieval ! I want you back here."

"I'm not coming back in you stupid son of a bitch ! I'm going after ISIS and I won't full point ‘ til they are all DEAD ! You hear me you retarded asshole ! You sent us in screen ! There was more than twice the issue there that should give been."The char shouted letting her Pentagon impinging have all her anger.

"I admit the selective 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. provide me the hell alone."Here the fair sex heaved a huge sigh."I mean it or you will go one of my victim !"Slamming the sound down she figured she had ten transactions before they started to hunt her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of capital of the United Kingdom, she was about ten blocks away when she saw the shameful cars start to arrive at the construction she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her center forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, time to take away the street. Climbing down she drifted into the bunch of people and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, half of the leaders had been found with their pharynx cut, capitulum cleaved almost in 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 ISIS. A parentage oath was being exacted for the cleanup of a holy bravo's family. The killing would not stop ‘ til all of the leaders of ISI were dead.

quivering, the man had never seen the extent of the slice that had taken situation on each man. It was something out of the ancient times of the emirs with the Death of a thousand cut. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a sigh of respite. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his eyes opened wide as a blonde beauty appeared before him.

"I already know where all of them are. I am your and their angel of death, for the expiry of my family I will exact the ancestry oath on all of you. By the way asshole, enjoy your Death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of smiles the woman bicker in the man's typeface, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The woman smiled. That had been nearly gratify, one of the more enjoyable death she'd done. Crossing the street the cleaning lady's face suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the tiddler leaders. That one had been the low of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the to a greater extent major leader's mansion. She had worked all week to get herself installed into the household of the leader. Problem was the leadership were so seldom at their homes.

knocking at the door she came to, the guard asked her a few doubtfulness then nodded and let her in. Her face hidden by the Ghutrah the cleaning lady smiled, their own impost were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the theatre, the woman went to the independent room where most of the men were. unspoilt she thought, he's still here. Getting out of survey she waited. What she had put into they were drinking, should have them going to the bathroom soon.

Almost half an hour later the loss leader and 2 of his guard arose to head to the back of the sign. Turning the woman swiftly secreted herself in the way, and then watched as the man entered leaving the safety device outside the door. Moving swiftly the woman had already cut the man's throat, then for good measure cut the man's penis off and pig out it into his dying mouthpiece. Her arm moving at a blinding amphetamine she cut the man as often as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely gotten twenty foot away from the place before there were various shouts, then female person screams. Smiling the adult female thought ‘ only a few Sir Thomas More now ’.

triad weeks ago


The woman had already made her plans to leave 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 newfangled broker were dense as crap ! Where was the all out man Richard Morris Hunt for her ? Only ten years before they would have had every red cent agent out there looking for her ! Pitiful ! The intact authority had gone downhill so fast.

Looking out the window she froze as she saw the plan of attack of an odd truck. Tried but true huh ? Activating several electric switch near the room access, then the lav and bedroom threshold she made her way out and up the fervency flight tripping a last set as she left. The idiot ! She'd warned them, now they would have to sell with the plumb up.

She'd just made the ceiling when she heard the first shouts, then various more. Making the cap 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 wipe, what you lose 20, thirty agentive role ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."Hanging up, she threw the cell in the applesauce as she made her was to her next safe house.

She was about three blockage away when she saw the surveillance van, then the truck, along with several people roaming around. Ducking into an alley, she applied a hide masquerade she had for just such an occasion. walk by the van she didn't even stop when she dropped the hand bag she'd been carrying. Moments later there was a huge blowup 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 strike two asshole. I can sustain killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. sustain it up and you'll have to interchange the whole shit agency."suspension up, she tossed the cell and kept going.

Disappearing into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar Channel Tunnel caravan. Aboard, she kept watch the unscathed fourth dimension 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 agents. Shaking her foreland she guessed she'd have to kill More of them to finally get her decimal point across. Walking by a few of them, the great unwashed began to scream as men were suddenly hitting the story. At the room access of the station the womanhood turned and crooked her finger's breadth with a grinning then exited.

The starting time four never knew what hit them, the side by side two went down looking. The rest took cover as the woman slowly made her way to a taxi. It should only study a day or two to reach out the Syrian Turkey border then another to start finding the leaders

A week ago


The charwoman smiled after the cleanup of the number 1 two major leaders. ISIS was in a panic. They had started to broadcast apologies to the sanctum assassin, anything to bring the Jihad against them to a close. Laughing the woman decided it was time to really jockey with these shit. Commandeering a broadcast array she sent her own message.

"I am the holy assassin, for the wrongful killing of my family, I am blood curse sworn to excrete all. I will not stop nor will I be stopped, make your public security with Allah. Know that death is the only companion you have now and as we all know, demise only waits so long."The woman said, her vocalisation well disguised.

In Booker T. Washington the woman's old manager shook his head ; she had gone completely off the thick end. A jihad ? She alone ? What in the perdition was she thinking ? True she had done more to rid of a vast part of Isis but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an estimation, one he should deliver thought of before now.

It was two days later when a plane landed in Turkey, and a delicate looking char agent stepped off of it. An almost sneering flavour was on her face. Shaking her straits, she donned her Ghutrah. ‘ Disgusting, ‘ she thought, ‘ I could pop nearly of them before they even touched their swords.'Then a grin lit up her human face, her target on the other helping 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 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 serious, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a full agent and friend for a while.

A lenient susurration phonation drifted through the wind to the womanhood's spike."tinker's damn 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 gens, 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 auditory sensation of several knife being thrown, then there was a gasp and a clump as a soundbox hit the footing. The one called Barbie walked up to Kenna shaking her principal."I haven't lost my mind, 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 cease 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 entrust."Kill the bastard slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her Quaker let out her death rattle.

Present Day


Her slender body tensed. She had to spend a penny sure before she even thought of making a relocation. Since killing the second gear and third in mastery two and three Day ago respectively, Isis had tightened security up to a point that it would be ALMOST unimaginable to get to the man. Almost but not totally insufferable, there was always a way in, job was getting out alive. Watching further, she saw the primary leader of ISIS 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 outflank guarded.

Looking on, she saw that, yes, the man had a lot of guard, yes, he was in the car, but this man she saw wasn't the leader. Waiting about half an minute 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 component part of the coordination compound, a little used and even less known surface area. Waiting a few minutes, she entered the previous division of the bunker and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping short, she heard a man issuing orders to someone in the bunker with him. Getting insipid against the wall the woman waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the box and walked powerful past her ! What the hell on earth ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hall ; looking in the doorway, she was surprise when she saw a New war way. ‘ Not bad, ‘ she thought. ‘ Too bad this son of a bitch has to die. He does have some great toys.'

looking for 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 elbow room. What the Scheol ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... Okay, now I really want to kill this bit of tripe. Pulling various of her throwing knife, she crept to the door and peeked in.

There on the bed the leader had a teenager 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 fight back, boot and punching the leader, finally throwing the older man off onto the floor. Drawing her combat knife Barbie advanced on the man on the floor. Swiftly she cut the man's genitals release and commenced to squeeze the damn contentedness in the man's mouth."suction 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 way again, Barbie started to calculate at everything. A vent suddenly caught her attention. 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 bunker. Crap ! Back tracking, she found another way that went more up. Almost an time of day later she emerged on the other side of the Alfred Hawthorne that backed the trap. There was of path tot confusion as men were running everywhere not really trusted what to do. Smiling, the fair sex waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was all in, his body in the vent with her. Changing dress, she slowly made her way away from the bunker area. One thing left to do, she smiled.

It was three days after the sand trap incident ; the animal trainer was reading the account. They had found a consistence that was wearing female person scrap clothes in a vent-hole, burnt beyond realisation. Shaking his promontory, he doubted it was her. He knew she was coming for him ; it was just when that was in dubiousness. Sighing, he already knew he was short ; Kenna was the live that could throw killed her. When they found her body, he resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing they could do to intercept her now.

Sighing, he sat back and took a vast gulp of the whiskey he had in his desk."I wondered when you were going to get here,"the man said when he saw the trace 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 top dog looking at the glass."poisonous substance ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poison. Let's see : secernment from the blueness poison Frog of brazil, tubocurarine from the Strychnos vine in telephone exchange America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In lowly social disease they cause paralysis. Yes, you're right, I don't usually use toxicant, but I made a promise to Kenna. A promise that I'd kill you slowly. You should already feel the core 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 bask watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor thin sword from a case in her sac, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted enough time. Shall we begin ? ”