Kill(h)er

Chapter 2

I got  off the lifeless body underneath me.Now i just had to find a way to get out of here.I moved towards the window.Damn the alarm was on so i couldnt escape from it.

  Okay i had to do this the fun way.I looked around and searched the big room for a gun.I started moving,heading for the dark wooden desk.On my way I put on my trench coat and buttoned it.As I put my coat on I loked at the now dead,Andrei Yokovich.His blood had stained the bed sheets.

  The desk had many drawers and I decided to start from the one on the top.Nothing.God I hated this "costume" I couldnt carry a gun on me.Second drawer.Nothing.This went on for the next three drawers.Until I got to the one in the middle.I was locked.No shit.I grabbed my knives.I learned how to lockpick when I was ten.The how is another story.Bingo!. Its open. 

   Oh how convinient . A Glock.I grabbed it and checked the magazine.Full.Perfect.Now lets get to work.I put on the silencer I found next to the gun and went for the window making sure to grab the small piece of rope I found next to the bed.

  I tied the one end of the rope to the handle and hid behind the door across the room holding the other end.I braced myself to face three tall-as-a-building men and I pulled the rope.

  The alarm went off.I heard voices outside and loud footsteps on the floor.One second later they came rushing in.Once they were all inside,the one in the middle spoke."Close the door so she cant escape."the one on the left followed the order immediatelly."Come out come out wherever you are"

  The guy who set off to close the door was now in front of me.Not that he could see me.I was hidden in the shadows.The moment we were at breathing distance,I stepped forward and slit his throat with my dagger.he didn't even make a sound as his lifeless body fell to the floor.

  By the time they turned around the one on the right was already dying from a lethal bullet coming from me.One more to go.His mouth formed an " O".He took a minute to find his voice and by the time he did my gun was already pointed to his heart.

  Finally,he spoke "Who are you?" I gave him a half smile"I am The Reaper"I said and pulled the trigger.

  After I closed the door,I took off my lifesaving,beloved,no fingerprint stickers off my fingertips.I was clean.Not a drop of blood on me.I pressed the "foyer" button on the evelator.I made a quick check on me one last time.The doors opened and i stepped onto the red carpeted floor.I nodded a goodbye to the receptionist and got out of the door.

  My phone rang.I checked the caller ID.Blocked.Of course."Hello?"I said in a professional tone."Is it done? A very masculine voice asked "Yes"

"Then five million dollars have just been added to your account"

  He always paid on time.Thats one of the reasons I liked working for him."Nice doing bussiness with you" It truly was."You know where to find me if you need anything else"  Silence."In fact" Now this was going somewhere "I do"

"Do tell"

"Ill text you an address.Come meet me there.Its a very delicate subject.One which we cannot discuss over the phone."

"You know what will happen if you try to kill me dont you Mr S.?"

"Of course Miss Smith"He said and hung up.

  I met Mr S. when I was 17.It was right after I had finished a job for an old client of mine.My client suggested my services to him and the next morning I got a phone call from him asking me to meet up .That he had a job offer.He paid well so we had a well functioning relationship.Eight years later and he still comes to me when he needs strong targets out of the picture.

  While I walked to my car i kept thinking.Delicate subject?. It was never a good sign when he hesitated to offer a job via phone. Something big is coming.