He waited like he'd been told too. The woman didn't leave until 10:45pm, and he was pissed that he'd spent the better part of 4 hours freezing his ass off waiting for her to come into the park. The thought of the pay he'd receive did little to stave off the numbness on his body.

He didn't quite care the means to which he earned money, he just cared that he got the $10,000 that was promised for some blonde Military officer. The man didn't give him a reason for wanting her, specifically, but from the picture he'd been given, he could think of a whole lot of reasons to why he'd want her. All of which weren't exactly the cleanest of thoughts, but hey, he wasn't a "clean" person.

The man told him to get a picture of her walking...what the hell he wanted with that, was anyone's guess.

Now that he was thinking of it, he was glad it was late, not many people were here, maybe one or two homeless men, and maybe a junkie, but no one to be worried about getting seen by. He turned the metal pipe over in his hands, walking into the path behind her. He sped up his steps, trying to seems as casual as he could. He got within 5 or so meters of her, and he broke out into a run. He wanted to get it right the first time, according to his client, she would be a pain his ass, and most likely put a bullet in his head if he didn't get her down on the first swing.

Riza heard the steps behind her break into a run, her intuition told her a gun was definitely necessary. She drew the gun from her holster and was halfway turned when she felt the crack of some kind of metal bar on her skull. The last thing she saw was the snow.

Well, he was mighty pleased with himself, got her one hit. A well placed one at that. She was bleeding, the snow into which she had fallen was slowly turning red. The gun she had pulled was lying near her.

He tossed the bar into a nearby bush, picked up her gun and shoved it into the deep pockets of his coat. A trophy to a job well done if he did say so himself.

He threw her over his shoulder, thanking whatever God there was that she wasn't some fat ass like the Banker he'd taken out a few months back.

He walked to a parked car nearby, he laid her out in the back seat, bounding her hands and feet, so if she did come to, he wasn't about to get some flailing bitch in the back seat.

He had a thing for blondes. And she was a pretty hot piece of ass. The guy said not to kill her, but anything else was up to him.

He felt himself getting a little... "excited". She most likely wasn't going to wake up in the next 5 to 10 minutes, so, he unbound her feet.

It was dark where he was parked, no street lamps, no witnesses.

He pushed the heavy coat aside, quickly finding the belt to the blue uniform pants. He pushed he uniform jacket and shirt up exposing her nice tits. He felt his blood pounding. He couldn't wait anymore, he was going to blow his load in his pants any second. He ripped down her pants and spread her legs. He thrust himself inside her, pounding into her for a few minutes before his came inside her.

He pulled out and zipped his pants back up.

He sloppily redressed her, hauling her shirt and jacket down, and doing her pants back up so atleast she'd look presentable to the guy who wanted her.

Riza awoke to a pounding headache. She knew something was wrong, she could feel it...She could see a man...he was...he was raping her. Her hands were tied, and he was done, apparently she was unconscious through most of it...but she was awake to feel him...come inside her, to feel him pull out. For the first time in a long time, she felt completely helpless. The pain from the injury to her head quickly pushed her back into darkness. But, years from now, she wouldn't forget those brief moments.