Assassin 10
Tom looked at his phone and read the text that Bill sent him; he sighed and got up, closing his phone and heading for the room.
Casey was sitting on the couch cleaning her gun when he entered.
"I thought you were going to go to bed." He said, thinking that this made his job easier.
"I will in a minute." She answered him, looking up and then back down.
"Bill said the paparazzi are watching us and we need to do something or they will think we are having problems." Tom announced.
Casey glanced furtively towards the window and sighed, putting her gun up, "Well what do you suppose we do?" she asked.
Tom gestured for her to get up, when she did he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her head up so he could lean down. She stiffened a little when his lips met hers but he didn't notice.
Soon he moved them towards the bed and laid her down on it, Casey looked up at him through narrowed eyes, "What the hell are you doing?" she whispered.
"This is usually what I do, trust me on this they will go away." He murmured, moving his lips down the pale column of her throat. She rolled her eyes but bent a leg up and rested her foot on the bed, the other stayed down.
She glanced at the window and saw some dark shapes.
"They're starting to piss me off." She whispered.
Tom looked up at her, "Play along and they will go away." He suggested.
Casey sighed and her hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
When he began to twine his fingers around her belt she looked back over at the window.
This time it was empty and she blinked, stopping Tom.
When he looked at her with lust filled eyes she pointed to the window and then slid out from under his body, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and stood.
Then she got some clothes together and went to the washroom, leaving Tom on the bed.
Tom groaned, hitting the mattress with his fist and glancing down at his pants. Why did she have to look over at the window?
He looked up and frowned at it, this time wishing they would appear again.
But his wish wasn't granted and he was left to his frustrated desires.
…
Bill took deep breaths as Alex kissed his face and traced it with her fingers. His breaths were shuddering. He felt passion, it wasn't really lust, and it was perhaps what the Greeks called Eros.
He had an intense desire to pull her close to kiss her to bring her to his bed, but even if he could over power her which he couldn't he would scare her away and that wasn't something that was an acceptable option. So he rested on hand on her hair and another on her back letting her kiss him and touch him.
Gently, so much so that he barely felt it, she slipped his shirt off. She traced the lines of his tattoo and whispered the words against his skin. Every now and then she would look up at him with worry in her eyes as if she was scared she was doing something wrong.
…
Casey came out of the shower with the steam billowing out around her figure in the door.
Her hair was still wet and she had some long pajama pants on with a long shirt covering her torso.
She looked around and saw Tom lying belly down on his bed, head smashed into his pillow.
She rolled her eyes at his figure and strolled to the couch, laying on it on her back and crossing her arms under her head to support it.
She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, ignoring the lack of deep breathing that would indicate that Tom was asleep. She didn't even care.
…..
It didn't even occur to Alex with her current distraction that she should tell Casey the man's message. Bill's fingers trailed the lines of her face and she smiled.
Things progressed as was natural though perhaps far slower than was normal. Bill was completely relaxed and in the moment mostly because Alex hadn't told him the last half of the message, the whole it's the whore or your life part because Alex had no intention of Bill so much as getting hurt.
This girl had no idea what she was messing with.
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Tom looked over at the figure on the couch; he sighed and rolled over on his back. Why did he like her? She didn't give him sex, she was a bit standoffish, and she probably did more things than he did, hell she probably killed before!
He knew Alex killed people, but that wasn't really a problem, Bill had her.
Casey looked too feminine to kill, like she would rather paint her nails or go to the salon than lift a gun.
He sat up on the bed and got off of it, walking over to the couch and looking down on its sleeping occupant.
He knew it could be uncomfortable.
Tom sighed and leaned down, sliding his arms under her form and picking her up. He turned and walked back to the bed, placing her on it and then sliding the cover over her body.
Then he climbed back into the bed and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards him and tangling his legs with hers.
…..
After a fair while Alex and Bill just curled up together on the bed.
Alex could still see dark shapes out the window, probably hoping they would get naked. She sighed stood up and shut the curtains, they could find another vantage point or go away with the dirt they had.
She headed into the bathroom as Bill watched her she emerged with her hair down and in loose silk pants and slightly to large tee. She looked a lot different this way. Even without knowing she was a mobile armory she looked intimidating and full of confidence most of the time.
Now she just looked tired and surprisingly vulnerable, though he knew that was an illusion she was as harmless as a rabid cat. She sighed and sat on the floor in front of the pile of armory she usually wore which she had stepped out of photo range to remove to prevent Bill from hurting himself (she knew to do so from experience).
"Do you have to wear those, all the time, how can you sleep in them?" he asked, being cased in blades could not be comfortable could it?
"It's for your safety, the man came with a threat for a reason today. I don't notice them any more for one and for two they were specially made, really comfortable." She said but for Bills sake she did not wrap herself up completely.
She left her hair down and stiletto free. She wore no arm sheaths with her tee only her abdomen and legs were sheathed she stowed the rest in the trunk and crawled back into bed so Bill could hold her though she knew she would not find sleep tonight, not until that girl was dead.
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Casey woke at least two hours later, she knew immediately that something was wrong as there were things tangled on her torso and with her legs.
She opened her eyes and looked down, letting them adjust before seeing an arm on her waist over the cover.
She rolled her eyes; he just wouldn't give up would he?
She had to say that she liked it, but because she was trying to get back on Alex's good side she couldn't allow this.
Casey took his arm off of her waist and the sat up to untangle his legs from hers.
When all of that was done she climbed out of the bed and left the room for some water.
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Alex knew that it would be easy to take the woman, but she couldn't help but think that they could have made it a little harder, maybe?
Bill didn't even awake as Alex left the bed picked up a gun and a katana and headed to the kitchen where the noise was coming from. The woman was giving instructions and two men were listening, just three? They were pathetic; Alex knocked one guy out before they realized she was there.
Casey stayed in the shadows and watched for a second; Alex took one guy down and then moved on to the woman. Casey bolted forward and pressed a pressure point on the other guy's neck, he crumpled immediately.
She looked up to see that Alex had the woman jammed in a corner with a sword across her neck and a slender blade pressed to her chest. Somehow both she and Casey knew that blade would pierce both heart and lung if Alex used it, she would die fairly quickly but it would hurt and it would be messy. The girl's chest rose and fell in terror.
"Who are you?" the girl demanded her voice shrill with terror.
"Bill's girlfriend." Alex said with a devilish grin.
"You're a freak," she said.
"No, I'm an assassin, you're the freak sneaking in here to kill the man you claim to love."
"I do love him!" she exclaimed.
"No, you don't know what love is stupid." a small part of Casey wanted to let Alex kill the crazy bitch. Another part knew if she tried to stop Alex, she might get killed and the girl would get away. Another said that she had to save the girl.
"You're the stupid one!" the girl said looking flustered.
"I am not the one who is pinned to a wall with the blade to my throat." Alex said twitching it enough to draw blood to make her point.
"Fight me fair, no weapons!" the girl said seizing a desperate chance. Casey winced she hadn't seen Alex fight since she returned from the school but she had seen her fight, a lot, before she left and she could best anyone who wasn't professionally trained and some who were.
"That's the only stipulation? No weapons?" Alex asked carefully not showing anything in her face. Even the emphatic gleam was gone.
"Yes!" The girl said thinking that since Alex's eyes went dark that meant she wasn't confident.
"I'll take it." Alex said tossing aside the blades and un-strapping her abdomen case and tossing it aside, she left her legs be, she may need them.
Casey picked up the weapons to get them out of the way; she knew not to stop Alex once she was set on something. The best thing to do was to get everything out of the way and then just watch the fireworks.
She placed the weapons on a table and then retreated to a far corner, best not to stay close to the fight, Alex could sling things far.
She watched them, eyes calculating.
"Please don't be too loud, there are people sleeping," Alex said quietly.
"You'll be the one who is screaming," said the girl with a snarl far more confident with the blades away. Alex closed her eyes and bowed her head, shifting from foot to foot as if waiting for a whistle.
The girl stepped forward with a turn punch to catch Alex unawares. Casey hissed she had seen Alex do this a hundred times. She brought a vicious block through the girl's punch throwing the girl hard to the floor a few feet away.
Alex paced towards her and the girl got up. Alex faked a strong punch the girl blocked it and Alex swung her box and gave her a strong upper cut to the chin. Casey shook her head, Alex could have beaten this girl before she became an assassin what was the dumb bitch thinking?
The girl next tried to kick Alex in the shin, hoping to cripple her, but Alex just jumped and landed silently. Then she did a roundhouse kick to the girl's head, it connected and the girl flew around in about two circles before falling to the ground with a thump.
Alex was on her back before she could move. She drew a tight grip in her hair and brought her to her feet. She drew her back and just before the girl tipped and slammed her hard into the floor. Several times.
"Now bitch," she said kneeling hard on the pressure point in the girl's back, "what am I to do with you?"
Casey knew better than to interrupt, Alex would do whatever she wanted; there was nothing that could stop her.
So she turned and faced the wall, numbing her mind to what she was sure she would hear.
Alex flipped the girl over and slowly with her hand over the girls mouth to muffle sound began to push her favorite set of stilettos into the girl's stomach. She shrieked but Alex checked that not even feeling the teeth deep in her skin.
The girl was writhing so Alex pulled her knives and slit her throat. The blood sprayed her. All of her anger leaked away, with the girl's blood and pain. She stood up and looked down at herself and the mess she had made. Casey turned at the sound of Alex's voice.
"I hate arteries," with that she set off to the shower leaving Casey to do the cleaning if she would. She did however call her friend, her cleaning crew if you would.
Casey watched Alex leave the room and then got to work; she pulled a pair of gloves out of her pocket and then fixed the dead girl into a position that would not get in her way.
Then she started cleaning up the blood around her on the floor, luckily the floor wasn't carpet where the blood lay. When Casey was finished with that she opened the door to the hall and allowed a woman in, the woman looked at her sideways but went to the dead woman.
She pulled out a black bag from her pack and then Casey moved to help her put the body in it. The woman zipped it up and then left, returning with a laundry cart.
They hauled the body in it and then covered it with the dirty sheets inside.
The woman left without a word spoken between them and Casey shut the door behind her.
Then she mopped the place with a gallon of hot water mixed in with four cups of bleach to take away any residue blood.
The smell of bleach was strong but she was used to it.
Alex realized that in her rush she had not marked the girl, swearing colorfully she quickly texted Enna her cleanup crew, Enna knew the mark having graduated from the place herself but it really was Alex's job to mark the girl.
Alex emerged from her shower dressed and clean to find that her mess had been removed, that was nice, blood was a messy substance. She glanced at Casey yawned and went back to curl up next to Bill.
Casey returned to the room she shared with Tom and gathered clothes to take another shower.
When she was done she glanced at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning. She curled up on the couch then, yawning, and then fell into a light slumber.