A/N: Aren't I good doing them all today. That and I'm listening to the track on repeat...
Going to be totally honest with you, I don't know how to go about killing someone, what poisons will do what and how long they take to work, I'm relying on wikipedia and my own imagination. If they're scientifically incorrect I do apologise!
Six
This man was going to die. Look at him, laughing and joking away with others when in fact he had killed six of the best the Red Room had to offer. Not just other girls she had trained with, sparred against, ate meal-times with but other agents.
He had killed six and he had not one drop of remorse in his features or posture. He held himself with poise and joked with those fawning women around him. She had spotted his face as soon as she walked through the door but he had not seen her.
Yet.
He would when she was ready for him. Accepting a champagne flute with a smile, Natalia circled the edge of the room marking her exits and tallying the people in the room. It had taken her a moment to decide how this American would meet his end. For the six murders on his tab she had wanted something that was elegant, painful and specifically not Russian. She had settled on arsenic.
In her Red Room classes she had been told that most American families drank arsenic in their water but it didn't kill them. This American already had a base amount of arsenic in his body from his upbringing but well Natalia wouldn't mind tipping him over the edge.
Not that she hadn't upped his intake over the last month of conferences anyway… For a man who had suffered a severe migraine an hour ago he looked pretty well. Not for long. Natalia couldn't count the number of times she had been in and out of his hotel room. She had waylaid the waiting staff on a number of times, pretending to be hopelessly lost whilst slipping extra dosages into his food. She had intercepted his tray outside the door, temporarily knocking one of the servers unconscious before stealing her uniform. Arsenic's tasteless state made it a very helpful drug and the American's pasta salad received a particularly large dose that night.
If she looked closely now, in the ballroom she noticed the slight sheen to his skin, the tic under his eye was probably his attempt to control stomach cramps and she thought now was the best time to make her move.
Thomas Lincoln was dazzled by the blonde that came over to enquire if he was okay, that he looked a little peaky and would he like company back to his room. He was so charmed by the inquisitive and caring look in her eyes that he said yes without a second thought to the convulsions threatening to rip his body apart. Maybe he needed a little TLC?
He took the champagne glass from her hand when she offered it and swallowed it back in one large gulp, handing the empty glass to a vendor who put it in the crate under a table with all the other dirty glasses and Lincoln smiled at his new guest's girlish laughter before the pair left to the 17th floor.
She allowed him to lead the way, pressing the buttons on the lift, opening the door for her before he sat heavily on the bed.
"You really are not well." Her accent was indistinct; European but her English was so impeccable he couldn't place it. Not that his head was allowing him to think at the moment. "I'll get you some water." His eyes were trained on the floor as she pushed a full glass under his nose which he drank from thirstily.
His eyes felt fuzzy, his head was pounding and finally everything clicked as he looked up at the woman.
"What…" He gurgled as she pushed him back onto the bed. She'd pulled on leather gloves and hauled his compliant body further up, pinning his hands to the bed-head with his own tie before stripping his clothes off.
"Next time your agency decides to kill six of mine, they'll remember you as a warning." She winked once and carefully, leather gloves still in place she left the corridor.
When the police would arrive later that night they would find the security tapes erased completely, hard-drive missing and the security guard bound and drugged in a corner of the room. The entire night had been deleted and nobody would see who had been around on the seventeenth floor. The blonde had been replaced by a brunette with a heavy Russian accent, the blonde had been there solely for that night, no-one else had seen her during the entire month of conferences.
He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to blame, if you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it... I betcha you would have done the same!