"When, where and who?" Was the only response I granted my father. The tone of his voice was a familiar thing to me, it meant that we were to keep things short, quick, clean and concise.
"As soon as possible, when do you close up shop today?" I smiled a bit to myself, my calculating lethal father wants me to arrive at my convenience so I don't neglect my own business in favor of his. Sweet thought, ridiculous really, but still sweet.
"When do you want me there? I don't have any orders for pick-ups today so I can just close now it in the spirit of family emergency if that's good?"
"Now Bells, it's not that urgent... You ca..."
"Dad. You called me for a mission. You never do that unless it is urgent. I will be at your house in an hour. Do I need to bring force?" It was my way to ask if this was a scouting mission or something more... Deadly.
"Bells, thank you an hour is good." My fathers tone took a turn from thankful to chiding now. "And have you already forgotten my extensive collection?" My fathers love of firearms made me smile, he had everything from small, discreet handguns to grenades and flamethrowers. The man especially loved his shotguns. Had like two dozen of them. Not that I blame him, guns are fun and efficient but not the thing that I prefer.
"I haven't I just wanted to see what my old mans reaction was, I'll see you then. Bye."
We hanged up and I started closing up, luckily it was the Friday before paycheck so business was slower than usual, you wouldn't really believe how much of a difference it does.
I had about 30 minutes before I had to leave to make it to my fathers on time, I turned the sign to say "Closed" and when I hurried to wipe down the counter I felt the same curious tingle at the back of my neck I had the other day in the presence of my Mystery Man. I got lost in memories of the lustfully intense stare. Don't get me wrong, I have been ogled by men before, especially when I'm in my more... Ehm, raunchier outfits. But Green-Eyes was different. Instead of being disgusted or amused by his blatant appraisal I got all hot... And tingly... And got caught up in some haze-like state of mind.
Finally snapping out of my reminisce I turned around just in time to see the blue end of a suit leave the sight of the window. The persons gait reminded me of Bronze-hair. Could it be? He came back? No, why would he? Shit, I'm imagining stuff. Being strangely disappointed with not finding out I changed out of my work clothes, locked up and sped away while wondering about my mission.
"DAD, I'M HERE!" I shouted knowing that if my dad was either watching a very loud baseball match or conducting business in his office, he would not be able to hear me at a normal tone. I heard a short "IN HERE BELLS." Coming from his office, so I went in, sat down in the comfortable chair across the polished oak desk waiting patiently for him to finish up his affairs.
"Hi Bells, did it go well closing up the shop? You won't lose to much business will ya?"
"Nah, most of the business is tomorrow and on Sunday anyway..."
"Good, good..." This was odd, my father looked oddly reluctant in telling me about the mission and he knew I was curious and straining myself not to demand the information the second I walked thru the door. Screw patience, this was probably good and it had been to long without a mission.
"Spit it out Pops, it can't be that bad, now can it." He started to grumble before mumbling:
"Maybe not for you, but for a fainthearted old man it is..."
"You are not old and certainly not fainthearted and you know it. Now, target please." I demanded.
"Fine, let's get this over with. It's commissioned by Carlisle..." This was not exactly surprising, he was my dad's best friend and partner. Most of my dad's work was in destroying Cullen's enemies.
"It's been a while since I saw him and Esme, maybe I should stop by after this mission is completed? After all Alice work for me and Emmett stole my cakes..." I mused aloud. My father fixed me with a stern look that really didn't work on me, I could see the amusement in his eyes.
"Later Bells," Was all that he said before continuing. "- as I said, it's commissioned by Carlisle and the target is James Hunter. Hunter has been loosely working for them at the docks, taking care about incoming shipments and the like. Last week he sold out a valuable shipment and its docking time to The Volturi." I could see why Carlisle was pissed, The Volturi was the second most powerful Mafia in town and they had been after the number 1 position forever, but the Cullen's were smarter, more careful and over all, better.
Still that didn't mean that The Volturi wasn't a fucking pain in the ass. This Hunter-man had been foolish for thinking that he could get away with it. Nobody watches his docks more than Carlisle. And nobody is more protective of his loyal staff either, which means that the disloyal are no more in his book.
"So? He's obviously dead and that seems like your normal gig, what do you need me for?"
"Well, Hunter is ridiculously paranoid and has security cameras and heat sensors everywhere in his house, I can't kill him while working either, that could harm other employees." That would be a problem, since Charlie preferred to sneak in - kill - sneak out. Quick, efficient and invisible at night when the target was asleep, less noise that way. Not my style either, I mean it was fun, but easy and no hunt involved and I had a sneaking suspicion that I would have to hunt the Hunter. Good.
"What do you suggest then? At this question my father promptly started to squirm in his seat. This was obviously the part he didn't like.
"Well, he frequents a club in the slums whose clientele is mostly heavy criminals, mafia and dealers..." I still didn't see the problem, it wasn't like I haven't been to places like that before.
"And the only way in is to be either of those 3 types or a... Umm... a pleasure women..." He cringed as he said the last piece and I got it now, I had to hooker myself up to get entrance to the club, now that I could see my father having a problem with.
"And if you showed up there you would have to explain what you do and then would not be able to be invisible anymore?" I asked him.
"Exactly." He said.
"When did Carlisle want this done?"
"As soon as possible."
"Okay give me the details on Hunter - habits, looks, mannerism and employee record and consider it done." I started to get excited, this would be fun.
I spent Friday night laying on the club's roof. Apparently the owners thought that cameras on the outside off said building was redundant. Amateurs. To top it off the building had a big ass skylight - as if they wanted to make my task easier, how kind of them.
I scouted out the entrance first. The criminals that arrived was of the usual type, tattooed and flashing their weapons - be it guns or knives, it didn't matter - and wanted to look more intimidating than they were. Fear is a useful tool after all.
The hookers looked as expected - fake fur, makeup as thick as plaster. Dresses that practically showed off their ass and cleavage to their belly button and tall ass heels with spikes on them. It looked as if it went 3 hookers on every criminal, so it wouldn't be to difficult to get access and blend in. Thru the skylight I saw the nature of the prostitution, apparently they "mingled" with beers and alcohol on comfortable looking couches and chairs - to make the grinding easier later on I thought sarcastically. It even had a dance floor, what a way to fool yourself.
Hunter arrived 'round midnight and went straight to the bar and started grabbing some girls, I stayed in my position for a while longer before heading home, Hunter looked comfortable enough to be sitting there. It was no point just watching him anymore.
I had some things to prepare and test, tomorrow would be very interesting.
Saturday afternoon loomed and it was time to get hookered up. I'd spent the morning testing out some new concoctions and one especially that I would use tonight.
After I had showered and blow-dried my hair I turned on my curling iron and went to my wardrobe to pick out the nights clothes. I rifled thru the back of the closet and found the piece I was looking for. A blood red formfitting latex dress with long sleeves and a flair-type skirt, perfect for hiding a thigh holster for a small throwing knife. Not that I probably needed it, but you can never be to sure. The cleavage and dress itself did not allow a bra, since it ended right beneath my breasts in a V, but the latex was so tight that it didn't matter anyway- the girls couldn't move even if they wanted to.
I paired it with a silver purse - big enough to hold my lipstick, car keys and a small handgun. I also found some shiny silver 4-inch heels, that I only owned in case of missions like this, or in the least case scenario - a very fancy party. Satisfied with my outfit I started with my hair.
I combed it out and started making glamorous tight curls, that I then sprayed with hairspray and separated with my fingertips. I mussed the hair up 'til it had that "just fucked" look and then added some more hairspray. I kept the makeup pretty basic, I did a black smokey-eye with a red lipstick that was just a shade darker than my dress.
I then started getting dressed by putting on some black lace boy shorts and my two matching lace thigh holsters. I then squeezed into my dress, put my throwing knife in one holster and my cellphone and the mascara-like device that had a hidden syringe inside, that by a press of a button released a poison of choice in the other. I put on my heels and checked the contents of my purse. Lastly I donned a silver necklace with an Italian horn pendant, the chain being so long that it ended right between my breasts, accentuating them perfectly. I inspected myself in the bedrooms full length mirror, I looked alluring, fierce and deadly, I smirked at myself. Perfect.
James Hunter it's time for you to meet your end.