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The group was small but still larger than expected, there was about five of them all together. The third man looked out of place, a large muscular body in loose fitting shorts and shirts that he tugged at uncomfortably every once in a while, his dreadlocks tied in a ponytail at the back of his head. He'd almost caught me twice but I hadn't give him the satisfaction; I was too good to make such rookie mistakes. Fools. They had no idea what was coming to them did they? Waiting patiently, I rolled down the window of my jeep-it was stiflingly hot here today, as per usual. Khewa was a small town, rural, not much going on here and outside visitors were uncommon in the area. Three of them were left in the jeep, the out of place man, the pale fidgety one and the other woman, she was a beauty but not my main focus. Mine was inside the small mud hut with the other man, who had stayed quite close to her and when he thought nobody was looking had grabbed her hand. I'd followed them all the way from the small, rundown airport with the worn and dangerous looking landing strip, staying far enough behind that I wouldn't arouse suspicion but close enough that I could tail the dust trail their own SUV left behind. Holding my binoculars to my face I looked carefully through them, scanning everything that moved on the horizon. The two men in the car appeared to be arguing and the woman was attempting to calm them. My couple were coming out of the mudhut, it was clear they were a couple however hard they tried to hide it. They could stand miles apart but the way he looked at her made it all to obvious. My lips curled into a vicious smile. The unexpected visitors were mine to do whatever I wished with, he'd said so himself, out of fairness to my prey I thought I'd soften the blow, I'd kill her lover quickly and her friends too...though her female friend might fetch me a decent price in the slave circles, she was pretty enough. How could I think this way you ask? Simply put I'm sadistic, or at least that's what everybody I've ever met has said, that's why he hired me. A chuckle escaped my throat as I watched the couple approach the car, that longing look was in the mans eyes again, he hovered close to her and she sent him a small reassuring smile that spoke a thousand words and got him to back off whenever she thought he was getting to close.
The SUV infront of me came to life, I knew for a fact it was military grade and so had planned ahead and brought the big guns, they didn't stand a chance. Not that they'd be able to fight back, it'd be like shooting fish in a barrell. They had begun to drive off, tyres leaving behind a trail of dust for me to follow. My jeep rumbled and roared beneath me like a powerful big cat, a jaguar perhaps...it was black like a jaguars fur, it could make sense. Well it did in my head, but we've already established my head isn't the most sane of places, and I am talking to myself, isn't that the first sign of madness? Can we move on now? Good. I tailed them for another two miles, the base she would be visiting was perhaps five miles from the outskirts of the city so now was my window of oppurtunity. They wouldn't get help out for over six hours, the small town of Khewa simply didn't have the resources, but by then the desert like sun would reflect off of some cleverly placed mirrors of mine and the bodies would be up in flames, destroying any evidence that might compromise me. I was too smart for this. Whistling cheerfully to myself I pulled out the RPG from the backseat of my jeep and rolled my window down fully, pulling up the bandana around my neck to shield my mouth from the dust, my goggles would protect my eyes. Aiming it out of the jeep window I waited for the bleep (my employer had long ago mastered military grade guidance systems and had fitted all of my equipment with his latest enhancements, only the best for her he had said) before I pulled the trigger. Continuing to whistle to myself I watched as the SUV infront of me flipped forward, then tilted and began to roll on it's side. A smile stretched across my lips,
"We could of had it all, rolling in the deep." I sang with a laugh. My mind worked in strange ways. Pulling up beside the now burning hunk of metal I took off my goggles and grabbed a 9mm from the driver side door, some plastic cord ties and a rag soaked in chloroform from my glove compartment, and headed out into the heat.
Inside the car I could hear a choked voice calling for a sound off and chuckled, how typically military. There was banging, the noise coming to me over the crackling of the flames. It wouldn't be long until the whole SUV blew. Pouting, I thought to myself, well now I won't get to exact all those delicious, murderous fantasies of mine. Sighing dramatically I knelt beside the driver side door, the target was barely concious and I rolled my eyes, I had expected better, he'd told me this would be a challenge but it was all to easy to kick in the window and unhook her seatbelt. She fell into a heap onto the roof (the car had landed on it's roof see), crying out when her leg landed in fire. Again, my eyes rolled skyward and I gripped her arm tightly, hauling her out and unceremoniously dumping her on the floor. "You know I expected better, I was told you were a fiesty one." I glanced at her as I tied her ankles together with the plastic cords and then her wrists. She wriggled weakly, coughing from the thick black smoke surrounding us.
"Who are you?" her voice was hoarse, thick. My eyebrows rose.
"That's not important." I dismissed her question like I was swatting a fly from the air, "No more talking." I added with a playfully stern look.
"Whatever he's paying you, I'll pay double if you let me go." she croaked, catching on quickly. Snorting I shook my head,
"I thought that military types were supposed to be good at following orders?" I retorted, delivering a sharp blow to her temple with the butt of my 9mm. She collapsed in an unconcious heap and I tucked my gun into the waistband of my jeans, scooping her up bridal style and beginning to walk away. However, she was still trying to stir herself, her head twisting to try and wake up in a last pathetic attempt to check if her friends were alright. Dropping her to the floor, I made sure she could see what was happening as I dropped to one knee and added on the scope I needed to make this shot. "Your compassion will be the death of you." I mused. "Why do you care so much?" I questioned, genuinely curious. "I'm perfectly happy as just me myself and I personally. Why would I want to care about anyone else? I get to keep all the money, there's no arguments when you try to order pizza toppings, I can walk around in my own apartment in my underwear and nobody tells me it's gross. Seriously, life on your own is fun." I laughed. "Let me get you started by getting rid of these for you." I suggested with a wicked grin.
Her struggle suddenly increased but she was too weak, too knocked down to stop me as I looked through the scope and fired straight at the petrol cap, once it was bust open and leaking I just had to shoot the puddle of petrol that was leaking out. The explosions shockwave rolled her over, sent me flying back two feet and made the ground vibrate beneath me. Squinting, I shielded my eyes from the brightness that burned them when the flames shot twenty feet into the air before they settled, the black smoke was thick and beginning to choke us as I fanned it away from my face with a cough and a laugh, "Your friends make a good catalyst." I remarked. Her glare was venomous but exhausted, the traumatising events adding up until she couldn't fight me when I stuffed her into the back of my jeep, making sure all of the weapons were out of reach and there were none on her. Turning the jeep around I headed back towards the town, leaving the burning bodies behind me for nature to dispose of. She was silent, unconcious for the entire two hour journey back to town. Once I was in the town centre I waited outside the run down market stall, people were selling all sorts of animals, fabrics, crops. However, I didn't let the market distract me as I waited for my contact, I took my time to study the woman before me. Her hair was a dark brown, caked in dust now from the time she'd spent on the floor with stray strands plastered to her face with blood. The blood was congealing around her left eye where it had run down from the gash in her hairline, I imagined she wouldn't be able to open that. Her leg was clearly burnt, the skin already blistered-her full pink lips were now a blood red, the lower one split open and clearly needing stitches, I tutted, she was bleeding all over the seat of my car! Her elbow was twisted in an awkward position too, dislocated I guessed. Bruises were forming on her collar bone where the seat belt had restrained her, small cuts ran up and down her arns and legs from the shards of glass she'd landed in. Shrugging to myself I sat back in my chair and continued to patiently wait, he'd never said anything about wanting her in perfect condition.
It took another two hours, humming to myself, grabbing a bite to eat at the market and sipping on my water, playing a game of angry birds on my phone and then threatening to shoot the kid who peeked in through my window and tried to swipe it, before finally he arrived. The man coming towards me was in a white suit, a white shirt underneath with the top three buttons open, shades covered his eyes and his blonde hair was pulled up in a quiff. He stopped at my window, knocking twice in rapid succesion, once more, then another two rapid knocks sounded, it was the exact pattern I'd requested. Opening the door I stepped out to greet him.
"The target?" he questioned.
"Sleeping soundly." I replied. "My money?" I enquired. He held out the briefcase to me and I put it ontop of the hood, opening up the latches and counting it out pile by pile. Fifty thousand dollars sure looked good. "Thank you. She's all yours." I stated, walking towards the car he'd come from as he got into mine, turning and driving away. Putting my briefcase in the back I sighed, a shadow had been cast over me and the car, another jeep only this one was much more modern, and white to reflect the heat. "Scram." I turned with a threatening glare, expecting to find another kid turned pick pocket, instead I was met with a pair of furious hazel eyes and a fist to the face. A hard fist to the face. Before I could scramble back to my feet he'd grabbed my arm,
"Daedalus beam us up." he barked the order, pure venom in his tone. Suddenly, I was surrounded by bright white lights and I was blinded, the tight grip on my arm never left and my legs turned to jelly, nausea sweeping over me as the lights began to disappear. Blinking rapidly, I tried to find out where I was as I fell to my knees, there was a high pitched, electronic noise and a jolt of pain ran through my body. The electricity passing through me made me jerk and cry out, my voice strangled before the darkness crept into the edges of my vision and took me under it's wing. All I could think was oh shit, I've been caught.