Unapologize
By: PricklySare
A/N: Back by popular demand.... then psycho handler, Tracto! Thanks for all your support of this story! Meg, you're still awesome. Usual disclaimers apply, yada, yada.
--Sare
Chapter Twenty-Three: Tracto Discovers a Way Inside
"You've hated him since he fucked you and left, this is the perfect job for you," I told the woman on the phone. Jesus! You would think the dumb bitch would jump at the chance to get payback.
"He might be an asshole, but he's the best operative I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot," the woman replied. "It's not easy to get the drop on someone with his skill level."
"Then get him in bed," I told her irritably. "Men are always less aware of their surroundings if they've got their head buried between a woman's thighs." I figured I didn't need to explain which head. Either would work.
"Why is this so important suddenly?"
"He's a loose end, and has become a liability," I said.
There was a sigh on the other end and I smiled. It's so easy to manipulate people who allow their feelings to get in the way. The dumb bitch had made the mistake of believing Nychta's words while he'd fucked her senseless. Stupid, stupid, woman. "How do you want it done?" she asked her voice steady with just a hint of anger.
"I don't care how you do it. Poison him, shoot him, stab him, blow him up. Hell, fuck him to death for all I care. Just make sure he doesn't leave Mexico alive," I said before slamming the phone down. Shit! It was so hard to find good assassins these days. Everyone always wanted to share their feelings. What the fuck for? Dammit. I needed a drink.
Fifteen minutes later I was on my second glass of scotch, contemplating the next stage of my mission when the phone rang. "What?"
"It's been taken care of," the caller said.
"Will she be tied to it?" I asked.
"Yes," was all the caller said. I didn't need to know the details. The less I knew of the details, the easier it would be for me to deny knowledge of it. Plausible deniability was a major part of my work.
"Good. Keep me updated. I want to know everything," I said.
"Yes, Ma'am. Is there anything else you need?" He asked, his voice showing how eager he was. I smiled. I could work with eager.
I swung my desk chair around and gazed out the window. Darkness had fallen hours earlier, but I ignored the multicolored lights of the city that surrounded me. Instead I focused on my reflection in the glass while an idea started to form in my head. "I need you to get to Trenton."
"What's in Trenton?" he asked. Anger flashed through me. I was getting damn tired of everyone questioning me.
"Why must everyone question my orders?" I yelled into the phone before beating the headset against my desk. The bang, bang, bang, it made as plastic met wood helped me regain control again. I noticed he hadn't said anything, so I chose to ignore my outburst and said, "Rangeman."
"Rangeman?" He asked. I clenched my hand into a fist and brought it down on my desk. I needed to calm down. Picking up the decanter I poured another glass of scotch and tossed it back. Better.
"Rangeman is a security firm in Trenton," I said, speaking slowly so that the Neanderthal I was speaking to would understand. "I need you to get there and gather all the intel you can. I want to know their routines, their schedules, who they let in, and how they operate within the general public."
"I can do that," he said. I fucking hoped so. I really didn't want to have to kill him. Killing someone created so much paperwork. "Is there anyone in particular you want me to keep an eye on?" If there was, you dumbass, I would have told you. I needed to find more competent help. Nychta would never question me. I'd save him from himself. It's a shame he had to die for me to do that though.
"Not right now," I said, and then added, "However, if you see that Plum woman there follow her. I'll want her routine and schedule down too."
"She won't be there. I've already taken care of that problem," he said. I noted he sounded indignant. Oh well. I chose to ignore his tone. I was feeling generous.
"Then, it won't be a problem. Get there tonight," I told him, hanging up before he responded. It was time to do a little more research on Rangeman.
An hour later my pulse quickened and a laugh bubbled out. It was time for me to use my feminine wiles on an unsuspecting Rangeman. This was going to be like taking candy from a baby. I shut down my computer, grabbed my bag and headed out of my office. I needed to make a stop at my apartment before heading out to rendezvous with my ticket to destroying Manoso from the inside.