AN: So, this Raylon/OC. Becky. I wrote her backstory if anyone is interested. From Small Things Momma, Big Things One Day Come I don't wanna be redundant, so you might want to read that. But it's not necessary.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Becky, Agent Walker, and the briefcase.
Everyone in the county knew that the Old Cutter place was a meth lab. Depending on who was telling the story, it was either God's Gift to or Satan's Curse on Letcher County, Kentucky.
From their porch, Joe and Billy had heard the sounds of a vehicle before they saw one. No one was expected, but desperate people had been known to just show up. Besides, the last time they'd been investigated, a cop had disappeared. That had been six months previous and no one else unwelcome had come calling since.
So they weren't too worried. The woman who stepped out of the old, battered, red pick-up was well dressed, beautiful, and definitely NOT a Kentucky native.
"Good evening, gentlemen," she said in an Israeli accent. (Not that the Cutter boys recognized it).
"Evenin'," Joe said curiously, looking up and down the stranger from the top of her French braid to the bottom of her designer boots. "You lost, Ma'am?"
"Not if this is the Cutter Brother Meth Lab." She looked around interestedly. "Where do you cook it?" She motioned behind her to the dilapidated barn. "In there? Or are you stupid enough to cook it in the house?"
"Now hold on a second, Honey," Joe said harshly, while Bill shifted uneasily next to him. "You're talking a lot about somethin' serious. We don't appreciate nosey strangers."
"I expect not," the strange woman said with a calm expression. "Still, I do need to know. It will make it so much easier (she pulled out a gun and aimed it, giving both men a cold smile) to clean up after I kill you."
Just like that, she shot them both through their hearts. They didn't even have time to be scared. She looked at her handiwork with satisfaction and whistled.
In response, three men jumped out of the truck bed. "Victor, Karl," she ordered two of them, "the lab is most likely in the barn. Find it whereever it is, throw them into is, and set the fire. You should know the drill by now."
With grunts of effort each, her henchmen took a brother each over their shoulders and started toward the barn.
"Aaron," she said to the last one. "You take the one in the backseat."
The dark-haired man said nothing. Instead,he picked up the body of the boy who had been unlucky enough to see their faces when he gave them directions. He was about twelve-years-old, fair-haired, and he had a bullet hole between his blue eyes.
Miri Eshel smiled, lighting a cigarette just as the barn went up in flames as a match was tossed in among the volatile chemicals. This was really too easy. She was almost bored. Almost.
Mentally, she checked the names off of her list. That was one county cleaned out. Which meant that she needed to move onto Harlan County.
She didn't forsee a problem.