She's attractive... a distraction, and watching her through the library's glass windows, she's nose deep in a spy novel. An easy target, she'll have to do.
Its a simple task gaining access to her car, and her home. She's a bored librarian, craving excitement and unbeknownst to her, she's going to get more than what she's campaigning for.
He knows where I'm at, and I've bided my time, waiting for him to strike. What is he waiting for?
An invitation to her brother's thing, is declined, but I accept her offer to stay. I should have known that there would be a price, for an extended stay, room and board.
Sitting across from me at a restaurant, her green eyes glinting with a mild anger, the urge to touch her fiery mane alarms me.
She's beautiful...
"I never have a date, it's always lonely Tommi, no man... I'm gonna bring my vibrator, introduce him and be like "Hi, Jules... I'd like you to meet Victor, the Vaginator..." She's such a bitch..."
And vulgar too...
"When is the conference?"
"Next week."
"I'll go with you."
"Will you? Oh my god... thank you so much. See, we'll get you out of that shell you're in... make sure that you're..."
"Don't make me change my mind."
That shuts her up, her neck twisting with an attitude, she stuffs her mouth with salad.
I can read people really well, but I must have missed something
in this reading, apparently this isn't going to be as easy as I thought it would.
Coming back from the conference, she's delighted, chattering on about the night's events.
Walking down the street, we're accosted by two men, brandishing guns, they motion for us to move into the alley.
Laughing, hands raised in surrender... she follows them.
"You too..." He says, to me.
"You guys are in so much shit... my date is an assassin, and he's going to kill you."
"Oh is that so?"
Trying to take her bag, she fights for it, pulling it back.
"Hey lady, you want to die over fifty bucks, thats fine with me." He says, cocking the gun.
"Do what he says." I state.
"You're not going to do anything?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Kick some ass, that's what I want you to do."
"This aint a democracy, let him rob us, dont let him rob us... give it up."
Hands behind my head, I allow them to search me.
"Where's your wallet?"
"I don't have one."
"Oh shit... look at this." Says one, relieving me of one of my handguns.
"I cant let you have that, it's a personal favorite."
"Well, I'll just help myself to the other one too."
Breaking the arm going for my gun, I have him turned, his back to me, slowly applying pressure to his head.
"Ah...!"
Snatching Tommi's bag, the other raises his gun to me.
"Return the lady's belongings or I'm going to break his neck."
"Ah... give it back, give it to her... Ah...!"
"Wait... wait... just let him go, its just a purse, there's only about twenty bucks in there." Pleads, Tommi.
Looking from Tommi, to the victim, then to me, he takes off leaving his partner behind.
"No honor amongst theives..."
His neck breaking with a resounding crack, I let his lifeless body drop to the ground.
Retrieving my gun, Tommi's watching me with a horrific stare.
"You killed him..."
"I did."
"It was just a purse, you didn't have to do that." She says, going to his lifeless body.
"We have to call for help."
"It's too late for that..." I state. pulling her away from him.
