Niko’s Eye

Chapter 3.

Niko had planned to carry out every single step of her mission on her own and in person. The aid that would come to her, was to always come from the shadows and away from the scene. She didn’t want anyone else that she was working with, to be held accountable for anything. She believed that it was her fight and that nobody could fight for her. They just wouldn’t understand or fight the battle with the same intention and consciousness as she would. But she was to be pleasantly surprised.

She trusted and loved her co-workers, but she knew that this mission was for her alone. If she needed any help, they could back her up from far.

Niko was draped in an expensive Japanese-clothed kimono, embellished with pure golden buttons on the sides of the wide sleeves, tied with a silk sash made from the finest fabric. She chose to wear a kimono because, generally, many things could be hidden inside of a kimono. She was clad in earpieces and deadly weapons, designed for light carriage.

As she made her way to the lobby of the hotel, she met Kenya on her way to the gentlemen’s meeting and lightly nodded her head in acknowledgment. Their plan was in motion.

She smirked, moving her mauve-painted lips in amusement and satisfaction. She made her way down the stairs and swiftly moved into the huge rotating doors of the hotel lobby.

As she was greeted by the salty breeze of Hawaii, she spotted Kenya getting Sang-Hoon wrapped around her pretty fingers.

Sang-Hoon threw his head back in laughter and bellowed with pleasure as Kenya sat on his lap and caressed his balding head.

What a pig. I’m sure he’s already intoxicated with the dimethylmercury that was slipped into his system. Dimethylmercury is a colorless, sweet, and smelling flammable liquid that vaporizes easily, and is one of the strongest neurotoxins.

Kenya’s pointy finger wore a fake acrylic nail that was laced with a deadly poison that had been slipped into Sang-Hoon’s system by placing it onto his scalp. That way it would have traveled to the brain, with the desired effect.

Niko was satisfied with the position of their operation and so she had decided to go ahead with the next part of their plan.

Looking like a character from a K-drama or an anime, maybe hentai, Niko powerfully strode in her exquisite outfit, complete with a pair of golden chopsticks used to tie up her jet-black hair in a bun.

The memories of her unfortunate past flashed before her iris, fueling her long and quick strides. Her expression had changed into a closed and secret one with no submission.

She was on her way to deciding the fate of another human being and everything inside of her was perfectly in tune with it. No remorse, no afterthought, no fear of messing up, and no regrets.

An extra key had been given to her by Kenya when they came across each other in the lobby. Every move on her chessboard had a motive. She carefully slipped into Sang-Hoon’s room and paced around the room, making sure to wear gloves. She placed micro-cameras and microphones in discrete places in the room. After moments of snooping and picking up little pieces she thought would serve to later be useful, she decided to make herself comfortable by sitting in the armchair that was next to the room’s window. Niko slipped the objects she took into her kimono, lowering onto the seat of the armchair, she sat down and placed one leg onto another. "You mention the house in Alazan province. What about my other personal property?" Niko was listening to everything that was transpiring amongst Sang-Hoon, his goons, and Kenya. The next 35 minutes reduced Niko to a state of jitters rare to her. She felt nervous, but it felt different. It's not like I've never killed before. I think it is the anxiety of hoping for a sign from my parents that this is the right thing to do. Yes, that's it.

"I will tell you exactly what we control so that you may judge for yourself," Jensing began, "To begin with, all provincial army garrisons, air force establishments, police posts, and five out of eight of the provincial governors. Now as to the capital. We control the airfields, both military and civil, the naval base, all communications including telephone and radio and television broadcast facilities, the power stations, all fuel-oil storage facilities, and military arsenals in Korea and Japan. This will make it easy to move the weapons."

"I don't know why it was easy to infiltrate such a well-connected territory, but I guess my strength is that I'm aware of their weaknesses, and they're not. Protect that always," she said as she drew a deep breath. She looked at her wristwatch. 30 seconds till he walks in here. Niko positioned herself, certain that Kenya had followed instructions to the tee.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…A card slid into its designated place and the door clicked open.

Niko awaited patiently as a figure of a man stumbled into the room, trying to find a light switch, she presumed but failing to because Niko had cleverly dislocated and covered the spot with tape and cardboard. s**t. She heard the man mutter.

Niko spoke. Making sure to activate the voice changer placed on the inside of the mask that she had worn upon hearing Sang-Hoon’s footsteps. Sang-Hoon’s soul almost jumped out of its body upon hearing the voice. Niko made a note to laugh about it later on.

“Who...who, who are you?” He asked, frightened, and drilled to the spot where he was standing, looking around him and straining his weakened eyes in order to try and see who was in the room with him. He just stood there looking about him in bewilderment, like a boxer who has staggered to his feet after a count of ten and can't quite realize that the fight is over. Niko’s mask had been made to function with night vision so it was like she was watching an HD movie, in all clarity and perfection.

“I am Niko. The product of a man you killed 25 years ago and a woman whose life was lost in a house fire, including two children. Do you remember?”

She watched as Sang-Hoon’s eyes widened in horror and realization. “Please, I’m sorry. I..I…it was greed…please..th…th…they…d…do…don..I was misled, in killing Hiroto Akira and his entire family, and then taking some of his fortunes for myself” Niko felt the heat rise to her ears, upon hearing the mention of her father's name.

On top of killing my parents, he stole from my father! Niko listened as Sang-Hoon became more and more disoriented from the poison that had begun to take its course in his system. All Niko needed was the acknowledgment, alongside the cameras and microphones that were in place to capture it. Sang-Hoon's misfortune would include a live broadcast on the dark web, the internet, all international social platforms, including a clip sent to each and every one of his acquaintances in order to instill fear in them, which was aimed to push them to halt any other illegal activity.

Sang-Hoon began to beg and plead for his life, in between slow breaths of death and intoxication. It was enough for Niko. He had remembered what she had mentioned to him, instantly acknowledging the occurrence. She stood up, hovered over his wavering body, rolled her neck around her shoulders, and stepped over him. She placed the light switch back into place, removed the cameras and microphones as she made her way to the door. With the door partly opened, she looked back at Sang-Hoon as he passed out.

He'll die soon, but it won't be today. She needed an outlet. Any kind of outlet.

As she swiftly walked across the hallway, she spotted a handsome geezer and immediately grabbed his head and stuck her lips to his. Pleasantly surprised by the kiss, the stranger did not protest, instead he fully opened the half door to his hotel room and let Niko in.

She thought about what it would be like to suck and lick a man's lips while straddling him. The man had to be in his early thirties. Over the past few months she had been hornier than she could fathom. She hadn’t had s*x in over six months and was trying to maintain but her body had been aching to feel a man inside her.

This man was instantly in lust when Niko had walked up to him. Many women tend to come onto him whenever he was out and about but no woman had ever made him want to take them up on their offer of late night s*x. Niko knew this by the words he spoke inbetween their hungry kisses.

Niko kissed back roughly and pulled the man into her, making sure that he had slid on protection. His body felt good against her. Even better when she felt his rough hands tear her kimono robe open and roughly grab and pinch at her n*****s. Niko leaned back and he licked and sucked her neck marking his territory. He pulled her closer to him with her legs on either side of him. Pressing his rock hard c**k against her covered mound he knew in an instant he wanted to take her right there on the kitchen counter. He rushed to pull down her pants thankful that she was not wearing any underwear.

She thought about how ironic it was to have been worried about Kenya sleeping with random strangers, whereas she was doing the exact same. Brushing her thoughts away, she fumbled with his belt and zipper and pulled down his boxers along with his pants. The stranger put two of his fingers in his mouth and then inside of Niko. She was already wet but the penetration of his fingers was needed. It had been a while since she’d had s*x so she was extremely tight.

Burying her face into the crane of his neck, she breathed heavily as the image of her shenanigans slowly faded into the background...