*Carrion*
She was alive. The bitch had somehow single-handedly managed to kill three of his best men. Antonio Moran was furious! The bitch was supposed to be dead! NO. . .she waas up and running like nothing had happened-like she had never been shot. He wanted to break something, anything, especially Jack Melivenski's neck. Oh, that would be SO nice. Over the past days all he could think of was this woman. He wanted to kill her, kiss her, beat her, but most of all. . .he had an incessant desire to fuck her senseless. Damn the bitch and damn her all too fuckable body. He wanted her dead and he'd HAVE IT! He was Antonio Moran, the great and powerful terrorist.
Three of his men were gone but he still had one operative left. This one was far more valuable, supposed to be the best in that line of work. He damned well better be, it wasn't easy to make him look legit. This one seemed to be good though, had an air about himself that practically oozed confidence. It was like he was constantly saying I am the best goddamned assassin to ever live, I can take out anyone or anything-and somehow he managed to say that with nothing more than a look. Oh yes, this one was valuable. . .he was close to Jack-REAL close. Now the only thing that was stopping Jack Melivenski from being dead was Tony Moran's signal to do it. It was all a matter of timing now. He'd let her get comfortable and then he'd kill her off when she least expected it. It would be soon. . .very soon.
Moran pressed a button beckoning his advisor, Marcus Maxwell, "Tell the inside operative that timing is everything. Stay on alert for the time being and pick up any spare information he can manage to get his hands on. Tell him to wait for my signal. Timing is crucial, Maxwell. Just let him know when it is time that he get the job done and he get it done quick."
Maxwell speedily replied, "Yes, sir. I will contact him immediately."
Antonio Moran sat back in his chair staring at the picture of Jack in his hands. His obsession, his whore that he'd never have. A pity. Damn. This time she WOULD die, no questions. The time was nearing, all he could do was wait in silent anticipation.