Completely concealed, she watched with a vicious excitement she hadn't felt in geezerhood. Finally it would be over today. Live or die, it would be over. The arid wind blew the one stray blonde tress of hair that she could never get to bide 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 cheek as she thought that it was the ONE thing that had saved her life that day.

Her mind raced back over the years that they had both worked for the government agency. They had been a hoot ripe team, working together but always autonomous, able to change any panorama of the mission at a consequence's posting. ‘ wellspring, ‘ 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 damned retrieval that was all they were supposed to do ! He'd thought he could nab several of the drawing card for entropy. They had started to give their move when, her damnable tress broke lose again and she stopped to fix it. She had moved her straits to the incline when she noticed the physical body 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 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 person hung by their blazon 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 tongue and her combat knife. Still creeping forward she heard the safety bragging about the seizure of the man. Trying to calm herself as she had been taught, she crept closer still, and slit the throat of the sentry duty that turned the corner. Moving a fiddling further, she slit the next one's throat even as he was fishing his peter out to piss.

Finally she was within 20 chiliad when the man noticed her. Shaking his head and motioning to the construction behind him, indicating at to the lowest degree 30 men. Telling her he loved her, he motioned for her to go, telling her good bye. Unable to go for this, she made her way to the construction lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the windowpane. Smiling she listened to the sounds of the men dying in the building before the threshold 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 planing machine took off, no questions. The landing on an abandoned flight strip outside of Jack London, a typical average English foggy day.

travel 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 adult female hooked various devices to it and waited.

Ring ! Click !"Hello, welcome to Acme warehouse consolidation how may we help you ?"Came the mellifluous voice of a Danton True Young sounding female.

"Yes I have an order I'd like to place, 1 million satisfying metrical foot needed."The woman answered still holding her ire in check.

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

There was a series of clicks then came a man's representative,"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 person son of a bitch ! I'm going after ISIS and I won't catch ‘ 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 have been."The woman shouted letting her pentagon tangency 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 federal agent. Leave me the hellhole alone."Here the woman heaved a Brobdingnagian sigh."I mean it or you will go one of my victim !"Slamming the earpiece down she figured she had ten minute of arc before they started to run her. Packing everything up, she was gone in three.

Crossing the rooftops of London, she was about ten blocks away when she saw the inkiness motorcar start to arrive at the construction she'd just left. Smirking, she turned her optic forward ; they'd be ahead of her soon, time to ingest the street. Climbing down she drifted into the crowd of mass and vanished.

Two weeks ago


The man was trembling, one-half of the drawing card had been found with their throat cut, headland cleaved almost in half many of those burned almost beyond recognition. Near or on each of them had been the declaration that a holy place international jihad had been declared upon ISI. A blood curse was being exacted for the violent death of a holy assassin's household. The killing would not stop ‘ til all of the leaders of Inter-Services Intelligence were dead.

Shaking, the man had never seen the extent of the slice that had taken place on each man. It was something out of the antediluvian metre of the amir with the demise of a chiliad cutting. Looking around, the man saw no one and breathed a suspiration of relief. He noticed that his vision was blurry, and then his eyes opened encompassing as a blonde beauty appeared before him.

"I already know where all of them are. I am your and their saint of death, for the death of my syndicate I will exact the blood line oath on all of you. By the way son of a bitch, savor your death I only cut half your throat."With the sweetest of grin the charwoman spat in the man's face, then left as the man slowly bled to death.

The fair sex smiled. That had been near satisfying, one of the more enjoyable deaths she'd done. Crossing the street the charwoman's face suddenly got serious, so far she had taken out all of the minor leaders. That one had been the world-class of the more important leaders. She was heading to another of the more major loss leader's household. She had worked all week to get herself installed into the household of the loss leader. Problem was the leaders were so seldom at their homes.

Knocking at the door she came to, the sentry duty asked her a few interrogative sentence then nodded and let her in. Her fount hidden by the Ghutrah the woman smiled, their own customs were what were getting them killed. Advancing into the sign, the cleaning lady went to the main way where to the highest degree of the men were. commodity she thought, he's still here. Getting out of quite a little she waited. What she had put into they were drinking, should stimulate them going to the toilet soon.

Almost half an 60 minutes later the leader and 2 of his guards arose to head to the back of the business firm. Turning the woman swiftly secreted herself in the way, and then watched as the man entered leaving the guards outside the door. Moving swiftly the woman had already cut the man's throat, then for effective measure cut the man's penis off and gourmandize it into his dying mouth. Her arm moving at a blinding swiftness she cut the man as much as she dared before she made her way out of the building.

She'd barely gotten twenty dollar bill feet away from the place before there were several call, then female person shrieking. Smiling the fair sex thought ‘ only a few to a greater extent now ’.

Three calendar week ago


The fair sex had already made her design to leave England. So far she hadn't seen any factor but she knew they were there. Ha ! Amateurs ! She'd have already tracked where she was, made plans, and executed them. These newer broker were slow as shit ! Where was the all out man Hunt for her ? Only ten years before they would have had every darn 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 unfeigned huh ? Activating several switches near the door, then the bathroom and bedroom doors she made her way out and up the flaming escape tripping a last set as she left. The idiots ! She'd warned them, now they would suffer to deal with the clean up.

She'd just made the roof when she heard the first of all cry, then various more. Making the roof following room access she was making her way down when the entire flat exploded. Grabbing a burner cellular telephone she dialed a identification number and waited. In a quiet and calmer voice than she felt she said,"I warned you ass pass over, what you lose XX, 30 factor ? Have fun scraping them off the walls."suspension up, she threw the cubicle in the trash as she made her was to her next dependable house.

She was about three blocks away when she saw the surveillance van, then the truck, along with respective people roaming around. Ducking into an skittle alley, she applied a tegument mask she had for just such an function. walking by the van she didn't even stop when she dropped the hand bag she'd been carrying. Moments 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 golf hole in his chest.

Walking further, she pulled another burner cell and dialed again."That's strike two son of a bitch. I can hold back killing them all day ; it seems you have nothing but trainees. Keep it up and you'll have to put back the whole shucks agency."Hanging up, she tossed the jail cell and kept going.

Disappearing into the crowd, she made her way to the Eurostar distribution channel Tunnel train. Aboard, she kept watch the entirely time as the string made its way to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. Making her way out of the post she began to see to a greater extent and Thomas More federal agent. Shaking her forefront she guessed she'd have to shoot down more of them to finally get her spot across. Walking by a few of them, people began to scream as men were suddenly hitting the floor. At the door of the place the womanhood turned and crooked her digit with a smile then exited.

The for the first time 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 taxi. It should only take a day or two to reach the Syrian Meleagris gallopavo border then another to start finding the drawing card

A week ago


The charwoman smiled after the killing of the starting time two John Major leader. ISIS was in a terror. They had started to broadcast apologies to the holy assassin, anything to bring the Jihad against them to a closing curtain. Laughing the woman decided it was time to really chouse with these cocksucker. Commandeering a program array she sent her own message.

"I am the holy assassin, for the wrongful killing of my family, I am rip oath sworn to eliminate all. I will not stop 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, death only waits so long."The woman said, her articulation well disguised.

In American capital the woman's old handler shook his header ; she had gone completely off the deep end. A Jihad ? She alone ? What in the hell was she thinking ? True she had done more to eliminate a immense part of ISIS but she was pushing it now. Reaching for the phone, the man suddenly had an thought, one he should ingest thought of before now.

It was two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later when a sheet landed in turkey, and a soft looking woman agent stepped off of it. An almost sneering feel was on her font. 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 boldness, her aim on the other hand ; now that would be a true challenge !

The woman had killed all but three of the leaders now ; they were going to be the heavy to get to. She was awaiting the arrival of one of the three when a slight, very cold-shoulder movement caught her oculus. SO ! They were finally starting to get severe, too bad really this one she really liked. She'd been a good broker and friend for a while.

A subdued voicelessness voice drifted through the wind to the adult female's capitulum."shucks 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 name, Kenna, always have. As if you don't remember, I am far bettor when I am mad. Is that what you are hoping for ?"The womanhood said.

"Always,"Kenna said.

There was the sound of respective 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 brain."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 stop pursuing me, know I'll kill him for the both of us."

"Good,"came the weakening vocalism of Kenna."He told all of them you were on a secret war. retaliation isn't war, no it's far beyond that."Kenna grabbed Barbie's arm as she started to depart."kill the bastard slow."Barbie smiled widely and nodded as her booster let out her decease rattle.

Present Day


Her slender body tensed. She had to attain certainly before she even thought of making a movement. Since killing the bit and 3rd in dictation two and three days ago respectively, Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence had tightened security up to a point in time that it would be ALMOST impossible to get to the man. Almost but not totally impossible, there was always a way in, trouble was getting out alive. Watching further, she saw the main loss leader of Directorate for Inter-Services Intelligence kick the bucket his car. Barbie had studied the man for the last few week. The others had really been zippo, but this man, HE was the most fear 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 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 have it away area. Waiting a few minute of arc, she entered the older discussion section of the dugout and silently made her way down into the semi-darkness. Stopping unawares, she heard a man issuing society to somebody in the bunker with him. Getting apartment against the wall the woman waited for whoever or whatever was coming.

Several men made their way around the corner and walked mightily past her ! What the hell ? Silently she made her way to the end of the hallway ; looking in the door, 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 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 way. What the Hell ? There was moaning, groaning and screaming almost like ra ... Okay, now I really want to vote down this piece of trash. Pulling various of her throwing knives, she crept to the door and peeked in.

There on the bed the drawing card had a teen male being held down by the early two men while he raped the teenage's ass. Bursting in Barbie threw and buried both of the throwing knives to the hilt in the two men's throats.

No longer being held down, the teen started to push back, boot and punching the leader, finally throwing the older man off onto the story. Drawing her combat knife Barbie advanced on the man on the floor. Swiftly she cut the man's privates liberal and commenced to stuff the bloody contents in the man's lip."suck and choke on that you sick son of a beef !"Leaving her final calling card, she spit in the dying man's face.

Looking around, Barbie knew she didn't have very 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 look at everything. A air suddenly caught her attention. Snatching the grating loose, she started to make her way out, or so she thought.

stopping, she saw that she was in the other office of the bunker. shit ! spine tracking, she found another way that went More up. Almost an 60 minutes later she emerged on the other side of the hill that backed the bunker. There was of trend totality confusion as men were running everywhere not really sure what to do. Smiling, the char waited for a soldier to get too close. Then he was dead, his body in the vent with her. Changing wearing apparel, she slowly made her way away from the bunker expanse. One thing left to do, she smiled.

It was three daylight after the bunker incident ; the handler was reading the reports. They had found a trunk that was wearing female combat apparel in a vent, burnt beyond acknowledgement. Shaking his head, he doubted it was her. He knew she was coming for him ; it was just when that was in doubtfulness. Sighing, he already knew he was utterly ; Kenna was the lowest that could have killed her. When they found her body, he resigned himself to the fact that there was cipher they could do to stop 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 shadower on the wall.

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

The man stopped a bit and agitate his header looking at the glass."Poison ? Very unlike you."

"Oh, it's more than poison. Let's see : secretions from the Blue Poison Frog of Brasil, curare from the Strychnos vine in central America. Those are the two I think you'll appreciate the most. In small venereal infection they cause paralysis. Yes, you're right, I don't usually use poisonous substance, but I made a promise to Kenna. A hope that I'd putting to death you slowly. You should already finger the effect 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 revel watching you die, asshole."Pulling a razor tenuous blade from a case in her pocket, she smiled at the man."I think we've wasted enough time. Shall we begin ? ”