The Untold Tale of the Murder of Aatos Pajari
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She had to still her foot from tapping the floor; this was taking longer then expected. It was time to go. Looking at the man across from her, she could tell that he was confused and it was confirmed with his next question.
"Proof?" The man known as Lucas North asked. "What proof?"
She was going to have to spell it out for him. "Neil." Julia Green -professional burglar and assassin- replied, turning around to gather her jacket. "You're not going to take my word that he's a mole, so getting the disc back – the one we steal from his office- it'll get you the proof you need to make an arrest." She stood, resisting the urge to check her watch.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have another meeting I'm late for." She pulled on her coat and then leaned forward to place a few bills on the table. For a moment, she wondered what it might be like to know the man in front of her in a more personal way. He certainly was charming when he wasn't trying so hard to catch her.
"I'll call you," She told North with a smile, her other hand reaching for her cup. She straightened and walked away from the table. She located the bucket of dirty dishwater left by the busboy on the counter and dumped her cup in it before continuing towards the entrance way. No way was she leaving her DNA behind for them to run through the system.
She knew they would put a tail on her as soon as she left the coffee shop and was mildly surprised when no one followed her. Or no one that she knew from their files. The next best guess was that their tech department was using the CCTV to track her every move. No matter; it was easy to lose the cameras in the crowded streets. The parade today would work quite nicely.
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The knock of the warehouse door didn't surprise her. Julia quickly left the papers and newly minted British passport on the crates the served as a table and walked across the cement floor. She yanked open the large door, careful to stay within the shadows, out of sight of the cameras. "Aatos..." She started but that was as far as she got as the tall, dark-haired Finnish man strode across the gap that separated them and caught her in a kiss that left her breathless. Did he ever know how to kiss! He kept hold of her elbows even after his mouth had released her.
"I'm ready to get out of here, darling. I'm glad you contacted me." He told her with a gentle grin. She grabbed his jacket and pulled him inside the warehouse, out of sight of the cameras.
"Idiot," She admonished him. "The cameras."
"You have my papers?" He asked, looking down at her. She ignored him and stepped even closer. "I heard about your job; nice work." She briefly touched his chest before turning out of his hold and walking over to the crate table.
"Don't play your games with me, Julia." Pajari told her. "You know the best forgers in the city." He walked closer to her, hands slipping around her waist. "I'm negotiable on the price." He said into her ear as his hands roamed.
She turned in his hold, cutting off his exploration before it got any lower. "You know, you are the second man who has said that to me today. I'm not easy." She told him with a coy smile.
"No. Just very persuasive." Pajari told her with another smile. He bent to kiss her again and this time she let him. He leaned her against the table, resting one hand on the surface and the other sliding up her shirt. Her fingers closed around the handle and she pulled the Taser from behind her back and pushed it against his ribs, pressing the button.
He stiffened and let out a grunt, falling on her. She shoved him away and he fell to the ground where he finally lay still, unconscious.
She placed the Taser back on the table and leaned against it, letting out a sigh. This was just one more thing that was going to bring a bad headache to her already throbbing migraine. She kicked open the already unlocked safe under the crates and bent down pulling out the silenced weapon. She placed two bullets in the unconscious man on the ground and then turned back to the safe. She gathered the remaining papers and documents in the safe and threw them into a bag resting on the table, careful to leave behind the ones that would draw Harry and his band of marry men to her location.
She would have to move fast.
Julia picked up the bag and realized that her hands were shaking. It wasn't the first time her fingers had pulled a trigger, but this time it felt different. This time she was playing a more dangerous game; one that could very well get her killed if she wasn't careful.
This time, she was playing both sides.
