Hey there. This is my fanfic on the lovelyand deadly Nina Williams. I hope you enjoy it and please be sureto review. Thank you and enjoy!

Nina fired her last bullet from her sniper rifle into her targets chest as he staggered to the counter for his final drink. Within seconds, he died with his arms spread out over the counter.

Apparently, the target knew he was going to die all along. He just wanted to have one final drink before his passing. Nina stood on top of the rooftop across from the bar in the rainy weather cold and emotionless.

She felt no remorse for what she had just done. The man she killed was a loving husband and a father. He had three children: two little girls and one boy. Sadly, they would never be able to see their father return home again, thanks to Nina.

Nina was aware of all of this, but she did not care. She did not care how his family felt or what they would do without him. She did what needed to be done and that's all that mattered to her. After successfully completing her objective, Nina went back to the hotel where she checked in at for her next mission.

In her room, she pulled out all her weapons from her trench coat and placed them under her bed. Quickly, she headed over to the small refrigerator for a drink to cool her scorching throat. While guzzling the cool refreshing liquid down her esophagus, she went over to the bathroom to run some bath water.

After she finished her beverage, she took the empty bottle and flung it against the wall. The bottle shattered into pieces and scattered across the floor. Once her bath was ready, Nina undressed herself and went into the bathroom.

Bit by bit, she lowered her slim body into the warm suds of the water. Calmly, she leaned her back against the end of the tub and stretched her legs out into a comfortable position. Looking up at the ceiling, she began to remember the look on the face of the man she killed.

She remembered that slight smirk he displayed on his face as he chugged his last drink. He knew he was going to die but why did he seem happy knowing his demise was near and why didn't he do anything to stop his death from happening?

Nina didn't let those questions bother her. The man was dead and that was the end of it. It meant nothing else to her. After finishing up her bath, Nina dried herself off with a towel and wrapped it tightly around her body.

Upon coming back to the bedroom, Nina heard a slight knock at the door. Nina paced over to the door and stared through the peephole. Through the small glass window she could see a short bellhop with a large tray in his hands.

"What do you want?" Nina said coldly through the door.

"Miss Williams? Miss Williams, you ask for room service?" asked the bellhop.

"I didn't ask for any room service!" snapped Nina.

"Oh. I'm sorry to disturb you then," apologized the bellhop as he walked away.

"Idiot!" Nina whispered as she walked away from the door.

Nina went over to her bed and pulled out a small pistol from underneath. She loaded the pistol with bullets, cocked it back, and laid it underneath her pillow. It was sort of a safety procedure to her to keep a gun under her pillow when she went to bed. When she got in the bed and pulled the covers over her, a quick knock was heard from the door. Nina grunted angrily and proceeded over to the door.

"Look! I said I didn't order any room service!"

When Nina opened the door, she gasped in shock.