What's the first thing you do when you realize you're being followed? Why, find a guy to grab onto, of course! I own nothing but the fluff. Enjoy! ;)
The market was busy that day. Filled with sounds of conversations between wives and shopkeepers, bartering for the days meat while children squeal in laughter as they run between the stalls playing tag, and hide-and-seek. One child ran into the white flowing skirt of a woman with long wavy brown hair, her pale skin slightly reddened from the day's hot sun, but she smiled warmly as the child apologized and scampered off. The woman waved as the child looked back smiling before disappearing around a buildings corner. That was when Rachel noticed him; a tall, bulky man, crudely shaved with balding hair. He wore a greasy, sweat-stained t shirt that was riding up over his protruding belly. She couldn't tell if he was watching her as she'd felt, as his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as he smiled at her, a wolfish leer. She frowned and turned back to her shopping, paying the shopkeeper for a small blade, and walked quickly to a stall that hid her from the man's leering gaze. Throughout the next hour, the heat continued to climb and the greasy man was still following her, sweating profusely, leaving a wet trail behind him.
"At least his smell is a warning of its own." She thought to herself. Rachel continued to try and dodge the fat man, but he was unusually fast for his size.
"I can help you with those bags," a voice grumbled behind her.
Again her hair stood on end, the smell was overwhelming, she turned, dreading what she knew she'd find. "Thank you, sir, but 'm quite able to manage." It was him. He was even more revolting up close, she noticed as large clammy hands tried to take her elbow.
"Let me escort you, such a pretty thing should not be alone out here. It's dangerous for pretty girls." He leered at her breasts.
Rachel pulled away, lying, "I'm not alone." He raised an eyebrow," I'm waiting for my fiancé."
He chuckled, "I'll take you to him."
"Really, that's not necessary. Thank you though, I appreciate your kindness and thought to my safety." She smiled, even though she thought to herself, "Oh if only we were in an alley, and I hadn't left my silencer at the hotel. "
Rachel was a spy, granted a newly recruited one but, she was learning fast, and the pay was good. She was on vacation when she'd gotten a call from a client asking her to check on someone they'd hired. She was still waiting on the photos to come in, which is what had drawn her to the marketplace. Now here she was being harassed by Fabio wannabe.
"Excuse me." She said politely, sidestepping the man. "Please don't follow…" she repeated to herself as she turned a corner and saw a rather handsome man run by. He hid behind a sign, surprising her as he pulled out a rifle. He made a quick shot, which no one else seemed to have heard, then packed up and ran to a bridge just on the outskirt of town. She lost him in the group of people gathering, but unfortunately the greasy man hadn't lost her. She dodged him, retracing her steps around another building. But he doggedly pursued her. When she came back around again, still hearing his heavy footsteps she was at her wits end. And then she spotted the handsome assassin. And a lightbulb came one in her mind.
A hundred different scenarios played in her mind just how badly this could go wrong and backfire on her. But there were that man's feet behind her again and she was out of any other ideas. Rachel took a deep breath and launched herself on the assassin…
