For who died suddenly in violent deaths.
A man crossed the crowded Brazilian street and entered a small bar located in Rio. It was a small simple place located in a popular corner of the city. There weren't many costumers inside the shady bar despite of the Brazilian summer heat. He had studied the surrounding area before the meeting and he was confident that he wouldn't attract too much attention to himself in that place, especially since the city was so crowded with tourists from all around the world.
It was business as usual for him. He would meet Katarina and make the deal just in time to catch his flight home. With some luck, he would be able to reach Washington just in time to fully appreciate the spectacle he was orchestrating. A warm smile graced his face while he was contemplating the future.
Then Katarina arrived. He was able to sensed the small party approach, as a tense atmosphere dominated the bar. They looked like a regular group of friends having fun during summer, carrying bears and cameras without a care in the world and yet there was a unknown sense of dread coming from the costumers.
A small woman separated from the group and came smiling to greet him. "I'm so glad you managed to get a table! Usually this place is a little more crowded around this time."
He hadn't expected her familiarity, but managed to keep the conversation rolling "Yes. Looks like most of the tourist are still having fun on the beach." He said while standing up to greet her. "I apologize for asking you to meet me so sudden, but opportunity came knocking on my door"
She kept her smile as she reached for the chair "It's not a problem. We take pride in caring for our costumers and attending their special needs. May I ask who we will be searching this time?"
With trepidation he slipped her some photos and a small dossier he had brought with him "This man."
She silently looked trough the pages, fingers caressing the images she saw. At the end, she lifted her eyes and said in a smooth voice "This is no mere man"
"No he isn't" The man could easily agree with that assessment "This is a demon, one that I'll take great pleasure in destroying"
"Demon as he may be, I'd like to point you the fact that he is an active federal agent..." She said those words calmly, like presenting an collection item to an avid buyer.
He expected no less from Katarina "So..."
"So, it would cost you more than the regular fee, as you can well understand"She informed him.
"We both know how irrelevant price is for a regular costumer as me. Also, this is a special occasion. This demon killed my son. My son." The man said punctuating his words with his right hand. "So, I expect full service from you guys this time. Killing him, won't be enough."
"I understand. We, of course, will take the job. You already know the rules and penances from our standard contract."
"Yes. I'm fully aware of them" He said while preparing to leave. He had nothing else do discuss with them "I'll send you the money as usual" And with that. He left some money over the table and left the bar.
The woman sat there for a while longer, watching him leave the bar and lost himself among the sea of tourists on the Brazilian streets. It would be fun this time... This time, it was a familiar target... this time was Leroy Jethro Gibbs...