Jackson knocked loudly on his boss's door and sighed. This was his least favorite part of the job. Going in to see the boss. The stressed boss. The pressuring boss. The asshole boss.
He entered the room and instantly every hair stood up on the back of his neck. Maybe that was because everybody who entered the room was frisked by security. Jackson grumbled loudly.
"Nice job on the Krakov job, Jack," his boss, Matthews, said, crisply and hoarsely. "Although I really don't think you had to go as so far as to murder the bitch's sister."
"Trust me, it was," Jackson said in disgust. "She fucking pushed me down the stairs."
"I see. Anyway, are you ready for another job? I do know how weak you are, after all...you probably need some...recuperation time."
Jackson glowered at him. "No, I don't," he responded coolly. Even though he did.
"Fine. Here," a smooth manila folder was thrust into his hands. He blinked. Another girl he had to kill?
He voiced his thoughts.
"No. She's going to help you." Jackson raised an eyebrow. This was a new one.
"So...I'm not killing anyone this time?" he tried to conceal the disappointment in his voice.
"No. Unless there are...complications." Jackson nodded. There was hope yet.
He rose, tucking the folder under his arm as he strode out into the bright sunlight. It stung his eyes and he winced. Jackson had often been compared to a vampire, in the sense that he was inside most of the day, resulting in his light skin color.
Jackson began whistling as he got into his car and clicked on the radio.
"Miami governor Gregory William's daughter was murdered brutally today..."
Jackson grinned.

"The name's Jackson," he smiled innocently at her. She batted her eyelashes in a cat-like way that made him want to puke.
"I'm Wendi," she said in a sickening sweet tone. "With an 'I'. Maybe you've heard of me. Wendi Williams?"
"Oh, yes," Jackson gritted his teeth but still played the facade. "Of course. Although, I must say, you are way more beautiful in person than on television."
She giggled girlishly and waved her hand. "Oh, my, aren't you the charmer!"
"Of course."
It had been hard at first. Not that she didn't like him, or something...she clung to him like gum on a chair. It was annoying and pathetic, really. It was hard trying not to kill her instantly.
But he couldn't. She had to trust him 100 before he could carry out the operation. Otherwise it would be a flop. And misdemeanors were not handled gently in the Organization.
Three weeks. Three weeks he "dated" Wendi with an 'I'. And finally...finally it was time for the fun.

Jackson tapped his fingers jubilantly as he waited at the red light intersection. He couldn't wait to get home and review the files. Part of the fun of the job in itself was the research.

"Wendi, sweetheart?" Jackson fought to conceal the malice and utter delight in his voice. "Jackson!" she squealed, thrusting herself into his arms. He grunted under her weight and set her down. "What's up?"
"I have a surprise for you," he grinned mischievously at her. That wasn't a lie. Her death would shock her.
"Ooh..." she squeaked, allowing him to lead her to his car. She sat down, playfully toying with her straw-like blonde hair. Jackson began to drive deep into the wooded part of the city.
She began to look nervous and he chewed his lip. "Jackson, baby, where are we going?"
He just winked at her. Right. Like he would ever get it on with that bimbo.
After several more minutes of driving in silence he stopped the car. They were, in all of its glory, in the middle of nowhere. He opened her door like a gentleman. It was, after all, the very least he could do.
Jackson led her to a clearing completely invisible from the roadside. He gently pressed her up against a tree and kissed her. He felt her smile and he grinned inwardly. So far, so good..
A few moments later he sneakily reached to his back beltloop and withdrew his knife, twisting it into her gut. She screeched once and then fell silence.
He smiled as he hoisted her over his shoulder. Now time to make sure her mutilated body got to Daddy.
Jackson drove for a bit, finally ending up back at her house. He didn't think anyone was home, and let himself in with the spare key Wendi had given up. The bitch still lived with her parents.
A sudden noise behind him startled him as he wrote a note out to Gregory Williams. He spun around and saw a girl, her features quite similar to Wendi's but more hawk-like and young, staring at the body with a mixture of shock and horror.
"Hello," he said cautiously. She looked at him a moment, eyes wide, instantly darting upstairs. He cursed and followed her. Damn.
A chair connected with the edge of his head as he rounded the corner. It drew blood and made him see stars but he withdrew his knife and kept going.
As he came around the next curve she was directly in front of his face. Before he could react, she moved on his unstability and shoved him hard in the chest, sending him tumbling down the stairs.
He wasn't down long. His lip split open and his back throbbed, but he pulled himself back up and instantly dove at her. She hadn't counted on this and the knife slid easily into her neck, instantly paralyzing her vocal chords. She kicked out several times but within moments she was dead. Jackson just grinned sadistically and wiped his knife free, then continued to write the note.
Ah, the joy of sisters.

As soon as Jackson arrived back at his apartment he opened the file.
Lisa Reisert.
He was shocked at how...different...she was than the usual targets. Her features were soft and not plain but not anything to make a fuss over...but...she was beautiful. In his opinion, anyway.
He shook his head. What the hell? Never get involved. She's ugly. And a bitch. The ugliest skank that ever walked the planet.
Well, at least he could have fun with placing the cameras in her house, if nothing else.