Posted 28 May 2010 - 12:43 PM
He had her holed up in her hide out. She would go nowhere, with her men having unccurred a lot of losses. Would probably have to resort to hired instead of loyal help, soon, he guessed. As for the other... well, he had made certain she got the warning by sending her his bloodied knife. That little minx would not be out murdering this night.
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He entered the room, smelling of the sludge he had dragged himself through to get here, and winced as he saw the dirt on his blade. He'd have to clean it, oil it and probably get a new scabbard, too. The other heard his wet footsteps on the concrete, looked up from where he sat, and turned, gun at he ready. The man with the golden chain began to back out of the room, and the savage sprint followed by a kiai shout and a cut along the inner side of the arm made him drop the pistol. He slammed the big iron flood door, and turned the heavy iron bar. He would be safe here.
Then, a garrote tightened around his throat, and a voice whispered in his ear: "Normally, I'd try to break your neck. This time, I'm going to make it last until the last bit of air has been choked from you." He tried to beat her of him, but she had her legs around his middle, arms under armpits, garrote winded around his neck, and she wrenched it up and down, causing bleeding burn marks on his throat. They remained entangled for a long, long, time.
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He put the Arnold Arms Mark 2 Neutralizer together, adjusted the scope to a distance of 700 yards, and loaded the .762mm bullets. He calibrated the windstrength, adjusted his aim. He tossed a silver dollar up, caught it, and put it down next to the gun. Dollar to childcare if he killed in one shot. The pink haired assassin was busy putting her body armor on, it seems a lot stiffer than he had assumed. A lot of those gadgets had to be high-tech... carbon, platinum, nylon... seems ninjas did exist, and it seemed also that they had upgraded themselves throughout the times.
However, no ninja could stop a bullet to the brain when she couldn't even see the one shooting at her. He pulled the trigger, and saw her die, standing one moment, collapsing the next. A clear headshot.
Eloth is dead. She was Idegawa Hitomi, a Japanese Spy.
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They curled up in the big bed, limbs entangled, lips locked, hands all over one another. A pair of sunglasses sat over a t-shirt which read I HEART METRO'S. Marin Gaye's Sexual Healing played in the background.
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She put on her lovely black Givenchy dress, piled up her hair, and looked in the mirror, then noticed the little bug with its camera eyes. A wild chase through the room ensued, ended only just before dawn.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.