The Assassin Awakens

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

The stainless steel blades of the mini food processor spun at over seventeen hundred times a minute. Within seconds, the four green tablets were reduced to fine dust.

Wearing an N95 medical-grade facemask and blue rubber gloves, Tasha carefully transferred the lethal powder from the processor to a small glass bowl, where she added 8ml of sterile saline.

She was going to use plain tap water since she wasn’t concerned with keeping this sterile. But she’d become paranoid, wondering if there was anything in her home’s water that could be traced back to a specific neighborhood.

Tasha mixed the fluid and powder until it was completely dissolved and all that remained was a nearly clear liquid. She drew the contents of the bowl into a 10cc syringe and attached a 20-gauge, inch and a half long needle. Leaving the needle capped, Tasha put the syringe aside and proceeded to wash the food processor and bowl four times each and then ran them through in the dishwasher by themselves. Her family’s food went in these items, and she wanted no trace of the deadly narcotic to remain.

Next, Tasha wiped down the counters twice, making sure that no residue remained. Her kitchen had never been cleaner. After that, she removed the mask and gloves, took the syringe, and looked for a place to hide it where neither the kids nor her husband would find it. In the end, she stashed it under the driver's seat in her car.

Glancing at the clock, Tasha was pleased. Everything was ready right as naptime was ending. She’d promised the kids to take them to the park when they woke up.

As she waited for the kids to awaken, she thought back to how easy her first-ever illegal drug purchase had gone.

After meeting with Darius, she arrived at the intersection he mentioned and found a spot to park by the curb as the rain started falling. No sooner did she stop than someone was at her door. Rolling down the window, she saw a boy who looked to be about ten years old.

“Tasha?” he asked.

Surprised, she said, “Yes?”

He handed her a small package.

“What do I owe you?”

He waved a dismissive hand at her as he ran back across the street. It was clear that this kid was experienced in such things, as there was no hesitancy in his actions.

Relieved to have the transaction over, she left the area, glad to still have the $300 she’d brought with her. She hadn’t been sure what the street value of Fentanyl was and didn’t want to ask a drug dealer to wait while she ran to an ATM.