Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

It should all have been so easy. All she had to do was follow Miguel into the alley and put two shots into his back plus a couple more into his head, just like she'd been taught. Then it would be off to get some lunch. Then that asshole of a mugger had interfered and tried to stick Miguel with some kind of absurdly large knife and rob her of her hard earned paycheck. No way was she having that! Didn't he realise she had rent and bills to pay. She'd sent some shots in the assholes direction and had the satisfaction of seeing him spin away into the wall. She didn't hold any malice towards him but It served him right for getting in her way. She'd paused then, holding her pistol in a classic double handed grip and taken carefull aim at the rapidly departing Miguel, marveling at how fast the fat little man could run, but before she could pull the trigger the asshole had tried to throw the knife at her but his wound was obviously causing him problems. It was a nice try though. And then it had all gone south big time. The guy had pulled out a gun and had started shooting at her. A gun with a silencer on it. Who the hell was he? As She'd dived into cover she'd felt a bullet pass close enough to ruffle her hair. Even as he was trying his best to kill her Kelly had never felt so alive as the adrenaline rush kicked in. She'd popped up just long enough to empty her magazine at him, forcing him to take cover too. Then she'd erupted from behind her cover to sprint the short distance to jump up and grab a fire escape ladder. It had been a near suicidal move, but she'd been to hyped up on the danger to think about that. Anyway, the guy wasn't her target, Miguel was. Then she was off and running along the gantry, switching in her spare magazine as she ran. She'd gambled that it was the last thing he'd expect her to do, and she'd been right. She could hear him running along the ally beneath her even as she tried unsuccessfully to get a clean shot at Miguel. The gantry ended abruptly but she'd leapt onto the handrail and dived off, and used some kind of pole in the manner of a gymnastics bar to break her foreward momentum and drop her safely to the ground. She'd got him. Miguel, obviously tired, was just in front of her. Her pistol came up and she aimed carefully as she tried to control her breathing. Then something hard slammed into her and she went flying, her last bullet going she had no idea where. Kelly had squealed in pain as she felt her shoulder give way when she'd hit the ground awkwardly, but her gymnastics training and muscle memory caused her to roll clear despite the pain and flip herself upright, only to nearly piss herself in a strange mixture of fear and exitement when she found herself staring down the muzzle of the small caliber pistol the guy was pointing at her. His eyes had said she was dead. It was so unfair. Would it hurt? What about the new dress she'd bought, now she'd never get to wear it. Would she even feel it? What gave him the right to ruin her day like this. The strange jumble of thoughts flickered through her mind as she glared defiantly back at him, unwilling to give him the pleasure of knowing how scared she realy was. He'd not killed her though. Just warned her to stay out of his way before he'd taken off after Miguel. She'd stood there for a long moment, nursing her dislocated shoulder and shaking shock, feeling fear, exitement and, strangely, arousal, all at the same time, realising how close she'd come to having her career come to an abrupt end. Getting a shaky grip on herself she headed back up the ally the way she'd come. She didn't think it would be a good idea to be around if he changed his mind and came back. ----- Months had gone past and she'd found out the guys name was Ivan and that he had been something in the KGB. Kelly had been out her league and she knew how lucky she'd been to get away with taking him on head to head. The latest contact with her handler had gone well though but it had suprised her to find out that the contract on Miguel was still open. Now she had the name Miguel was using and an address in Las Vegas. Even better, this time there would be no-one to get between Kelly and her pay cheque. Now she was after some fun before heading to Vegas the following afternoon. ----- The club was hot, smokey and already packed with sweaty bodies dancing to the pounding beat of the music blaring from the giant speakers along one wall when Kelly had arrived. It wasn't the most upmarket place in Miami but it was still better than most. A fun place for a night out her handler had suggested she might like. None of the men there had caught her interest as she'd danced slowly in time to the music, and then she'd caught a glimpse of Ivan at the bar through a gap in the crowd. There was no way she'd ever forget that face. Or the threat. It was obvious why he was there. He wanted payback for her shooting him. It never occured to her to think how he could know she would be there. Even she'd not known that for certain untill she'd arrived. Kelly was unarmed and needed options before he spotted her. She could probaly get out of there unnoticed but he'd only track her down again, and next time she might not spot him untill it was to late. But was she unarmed? She had her body and her wits. She could use those to distract him untill she could get him back to her hotel room and deal with him. The way the stylish little black dress she was wearing clung enticingly to her supple form would help. It would be so easy. He was a man, he'd be thinking with his prick, plus it wouldn't be the first time she'd enticed a man into her bed and killed him. Decision made she worked her way to the bar, looking confident but with a tight knot in the pit of her stomach as she stood next to him. Buy a girl a drink? Kelly knew she could pull this off. Would she fuck him first? Mixing business and pleasure was such fun, a deadly game that was irresistable.