"So let's get this straight….there's one…one bed." Kay repeated again for the 50th time.
"Is there a problem?" James called out from the bathroom.
"God I swear I'll kill M. Touch me you die." Kay pointed at James as he walked out the bathroom. He had changed into jeans and a polo shirt.
"Okay I won't touch you…unless you want me to." James added.
Kay looked at him with a murderous glare in her eyes.
"Haha," Kay spat sarcastically,"Stay here. I gotta pick up some stuff."
"All your stuff is here though." James said.
"I never said I was picking up my stuff." Kay smiled.
James picked up his gun from the desk next to him and loaded it.
"Okay you get your stuff. I have some business to take care of too."
"I don't even wanna know." Kay said as she grabbed one of the bags sat by the door. Kay looked inside just to make sure it had her stuff.
Kay stepped out from the hotel and took a deep breath. The sun had already set and most shops were closing up. Kay smiled to herself. Perfect. She opened the bag up and pulled out a hoodie and gloves. Kay yanked the gloves over her hands and flexed her fingers. The gloves were specially made by the man she was going to see. They seemed like normal black fingerless gloves but they weren't. Where the gloves cut off, there were clear layer that covered the fingertips. That clear layer had microscopic sensors that took the nearest person's fingerprints and copied them. So whenever Kay touched something it left behind someone else's print.
She slipped the hoodie on and reached in the pockets. Inside were her favorite pocket knife and a small handgun. She jammed the handgun into her jean pocket and looked at the knife. She was rather surprised that M hadn't had these confiscated.
"Wow I missed you." Kay whispered as she flicked the blade.
The double bladed knife had helped her quite a bit. It had a three-inch black handle and was seven-inches with the blade. Kay was ecstatic to be holding it again. She took a few moments to examine it and then looked through the bag and saw her mask. It had broken during her struggle with the MI6 agents. Kay sighed and continued down the sidewalk.
By now it was dark and the late-night parties had begun. Kay passed by a club and already people were drunk. A couple who were hammered beyond belief, staggered toward Kay. The two talked loudly and were leaning on each other for support. The diamond ring on the lady's finger caught Kay's eye but that wasn't her target. Instead she was fixed on the dangling purse and the square shaped bulge in the man's pocket.
Within seconds it happened. Kay held the knife in her right hand and pushed through the couple. In a flash Kay grabbed the cord of the purse and cut it. With the other hand she fished the wallet out the man's pocket. She tucked them inside her bag as the man turned around and slurred some words that sounded like "watch it". By the time they noticed they money was gone, Kay would also be long gone.
When she rounded the corner Kay dug out the purse and looked through its contents. There wasn't much in it. The purse only contained an assortment of makeup, a cell phone, and a wallet. Kay pulled out the cell phone and the wallet. It was all she needed and then she tossed the purse into the trash can. The wallet had about 100 pounds in it, a couple credit cards, and an ATM card. It was pretty much the same with the man's wallet. Kay tossed the wallets and the cell phone into her bag and continued walking.