Summary: A mission ends with a scaly surprise. Written for a prompt of "Alligators." (Implications of gore and violence.)
"Shit," Heinkel said, wiping her brow as she and Yumie watched the pond froth red under the blazing Florida sun.
They'd most certainly had their share of targets try to run for their lives over the years, but swimming away was new. So great was their prey's terror that he had either failed to see the ominous sign posted at the shoreline or consciously ignored it to try his luck with a different kind of killer.
Either option was a compliment, really.
"Technically, you could say the job was still done."
"We were supposed to assassinate him! Not a reptile!"