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

Ivan was armed with only a knife this night. A short, sharp, and deadly SIG Tactical. It was even more deadly in his hands, and that was where his first thought went when he spotted, Kelly, that was her name, headed towards him at the bar. He had researched her a little, managing to capture her face on one of the many camera's that faced the busy streets outside the alley where their intense, but brief, first meeting had been held. A free lancer, high spirited, and afraid of nothing. Overconfident. That was Ivan's first thought when reading the rather pathetic dossier he'd managed to get his hands on. Overconfident, but skilled. He reminded himself just before another memory came blazing through of Amelia in a dress similar, but not exactly the same as the one that Kelly wore. It was the night his first child was conceived, Ivan was convinced of it, they had been attending an embassy function and while Ivan was supposed to have been working, Amelia had caught his eyes and it had been very hard for him to keep focused the rest of the party. After the party, he'd pursued, and she'd been willing. The rest was history. Dead history now. Buy a girl a drink? She asked in a rather seductive, but excited voice. Ivan thought, briefly, about just killing her right then and there. He knew his face had given away nothing he as his mind ran along various reasons for Kelly being here. Other then his current employer turning him in, there was no way she could have followed him, it had to be chance. There was no way his current employer had given him up, the man was now dead, and probably inside the stomach of an alligator. But how she had gotten here was probably irrelevant at this point, the more pressing point was what she was up to, was it just play, or something else? Perhaps you should be the one to buy me a drink, Ivan spoke in unaccented English, with very little hesitation that gave away it was only his third language of several. Even as he spoke he waved the bartender closer, he had been giving good tips the last few hours, and the man hurried over. As you were the one who shot me. He finished just before the bartender arrived, Whatever the lady is having, and another Corona. Handing over a twenty, he added, Keep the change. Kelly looked good, and while very much like his Amelia, it was always the eyes he came back to. There was no softness, not even with her seductive pose and clingy clothing. It was all excitement, adventure, and confidence. Very overconfident. Thought Ivan to himself as he allowed his eyes to travel up, and down her figure. It certainly was enticing, and with his knife only a split-second movement away, he thought it might be possible that she would be a good lay, if indeed that was all she had come over for. Perhaps a sympathy fuck? Ivan allowed a smile to curve over his face at that thought, even though his eyes continued to show naught but morbid interest in what was going on in front, and indeed all around him. As soon as he'd finished his glance, and check for a weapon, his eyes had moved around the room to make sure no backup was present. Already his ears were tuning in again to the conversations that floated around, trying to pick out the name Miguel.