Strange

She shut the blinds, untied her robe where she had nothing underneath and made her way to the bathtub. Smelling the honeysuckle and its almost thick sort of scent, but fruity and warm hints of honey and ripe citrus relaxes the soul. It's like she could stay like that forever but can't afford that luxury. Submerging into the water together with her in-depth thoughts. Half an hour had passed, on her way out of the tub she heard the door knob clicking. By that instinct she took out Des-- her stunning, black finish Desert Eagle Scope.

Right after sliding the magazine in, she attached the silencer and cracked it; ready to aim and fire any second now. Reaching for the blue towel and wrapped it around her body. Kept the shower on as a little distraction. Tiptoeing her way towards the glass door and hid beside it as cover. Squeezing her eyes shut, to concentrate on the footsteps nearing the door. She tightened her grip on the weapon pointing it down with her left hand.

She purposely chose that unit so that sudden attacks can't easily budge in. Having the advantage of looking through the silhouette across the smoked-glass door. Breathing heavily; her heart's pumping hard against her chest. Feeling a familiar liquid stream down her forehead.

'Sweating? Are you kidding me? I fear no one, not even the devil himself. Damn it!’

 She cursed under her breath, the anticipation was killing her.

Suddenly a hand slowly slide the door open. Automatically she grabbed and twisted his left arm backwards, which caused him to give out a loud groan. Then kneed the back of his legs. She toppled him to face the tiled bathroom floor. She was on top of him pinning his hands down using her right hand for the grip. Now she was pointing

the muzzle of her gun against his head-too bad he has this helmet on.

Hearing him chuckle, she stepped out of his back and stood up.  While tucking in a loose part of the towel near her breast using her right arm, the other still pointing a gun at him. She kicked his stomach which made him cringe a little then continued laughing.  'What's wrong with this bum?’ Slowly he got up and sat on the floor with his legs crossed. Gently unlocking the straps of his helmet and removing it off his head.

"For crying out loud Ace! You almost killed me...for laughing my guts out," he burst into laughter as he was holding his stomach and even wiped a little tear off his smug face. 

 'How about I call the shots and make this even more fun? My way'

She tsked and leaned down to point the gun against his forehead, giving him that 'this-is-for-real' look. He gulped twice and his eyes were restless.

"So your back Ed?  You enjoyed that didn't you? That was too much for you to handle isn't it? Such an amateur," she said in a condescending tone. 

Pulling the hammer of the gun, sliding her pointing finger on the tip of the trigger with a serious face. 

'Damn I'm enjoying this… He never changed not a bit.'

She mockingly formed her right pointing finger against his head, as she fired her real gun at the same time. 

Bang!

 It made him close his eyes, anticipating she was aiming for him. The mirror near the sink shattered into pieces. 

"Damn that face was priceless…oops!" 

She just let the towel slip its way down to the tiled floor. Which revealed her bare figure to him.

"Tsk! not enough to seduce even the fourteen year-old me back then," he smirked in reply and looked away.

"Take a shower Ed…you stink, " she teased him. She bowed down without even blinking an eye to get the towel and

walk away.

***

Arching her brows while flipping the pages of

the grey portfolio.  "So what's the catch?"

She found the files in bed after going out of the shower. Her legs casually hung and crossed on top of the piled pillows.  While her head jangled at the edge of the bed. She's way too comfortable in that position.

"Rich Lawson, a famous business tycoon and an understated drug lord. Your next target." 

She saw an inverted version of him due to her position. He's leaning next to the glass door while drying his hair. Topless, while another white towel hung on his hips.

'Vampire looking son of a gun.'

"All the ammo and weapons you need are in your car," he continued as he stretch his arms to wear a  fitted grey shirt. 

The large dragon tattoo on his back, was a way to cover those scars  he had when they were kids. Their father always hated her for being weak and he took all the beating on her behalf. Unravelling the towel on his hips he started wearing a tattered denim. 

'Too bad he has boxers on…thought I could take a nice look at his sexy ass. Boring.'  

She thought to herself.

"What do I play this time?" She flipped over her bed and rested her hands under her chin, while gently fluttering her legs waiting for his answer. 

"A victim of a car accident, piece of cake. Since we practiced those stunts earlier in the shower." He gently shove his ash brown hair away from his face. A medium length hair styled into a contemporary quiff. 

"Wow just wow!" She replied with full on sarcasm. "After I became a kidnap victim, now you want me to be what? Did it ever occur to you, how you purposely hit me with a tennis ball...straight to my face just to be a bit more convincing?" 

She didn't noticed that she was already fuming with anger, until he coughed which brought her back to her senses. She caught herself red handed as she held him tight on his collar. Using his right hand to loosen her grip away from his shirt's neckline.

"It'll save us both time and money. I'm hurt you never realize it as a convenient act," he pursed his lips trying to look sincere. 

  'Psh! whatever' 

She just rolled her eyes and let go of him.  "The last time I checked, I'm not paid to pull one hell of a stunt. I'm an assassin for Pete's sake Ed. I had a swollen jaw for a week hear me? For. A. Week."

***

Seeing her target's headlight, that was her cue. There she goes, pulling her hood forward and finishes gulping that ice-cold beer as she walks in a drunken motion.

Ten meters

Five

Four

Three

Two

Jump!

She heard a clashing sound as she felt her body collide with his car. Hitting the windshield and fell on the road due to the impact. He immediately went out of his car and rushed to her side. His face looks panicky but in reality it was just an act.Accidents were nothing new to him. Most of it are even his own fault, though not this time.

"Miss hang in there I'm gonna take you to the hospital.”  He was panting, almost hysterical.

A pair of hands lifted her from the ground and she saw him unlock the car door across the driver seat. She managed to take a peek while pretending to be unconscious.

'Shit! Ed, you're going pay for this!'

She knows it's not that bad but the pain started swarming her body. Luckily that beer took its course, somehow it served as a pain reliever. After a few minutes, she acted like already gaining consciousness without losing the weary face effect.

'When you’re alone in his car you should take him there. Unless you could take down fifty men with one bullet? The moment you step out of his rotten car.'

Ed's voice resounded in her head.

"O..ouch! My head it's throbbing in pain," she whimpers while forcing a few tears.

He took the bait and for a minute he started to slow down.

'Good dog'.

"Are you okay, miss? We're almost at the hospital. “ 

Tsk, as if you meant every word. 

"No I'm fine. It's just that my fiancé ditched me over some slut..." She continues shedding crocodile tears. "I was so devastated that I drank too much, though I don't usually do.Sorry for dragging you into this, ending my life there was my last

resort." 

Don't pity me you asshole. Maybe I should have a career change. I think being an actress sits well with me too.

She obviously nailed it and he bought the tragic story.

"Keep driving just open the window please. I think I'm about to throw up," she pleaded and flashed him a sheepish smile.

Almost gouging her tonsils out as she tries to swallow her fist. Damn that desperation to puke - she kept the act. He even patted her back for comfort, obviously he got it all wrong. 

That's why she immediately took cover and wore a pair of silicon gloves. Sliding a gun out of her hoodie's pocket and discreetly assemble a silencer on its end. An evil grin curved her lips.

"Show's over baby. Now die and give me the most morbid dying face on earth. Don't you dare fail me?"  She taunts him while fancily wiggling her brows. 

Shit!

He slapped her. 

She jerked a little and elbowed his throat. "You bitch! Who are you? What do you need from me?" He shouted, while she just rolled her eyes as she sat on his lap facing him.

Now the car is wobbling because she's blocking his view of the road. Pinning him against his seat using her right elbow to lock his position. Then spat on his face and he just gave her a hellish smile.

 "I thought we could still play, I like dominant women." She punched him using her left hand still holding the gun. His lips burst and a little blood oozed out.

"Don't hate me for this babe," she pouted, "I have nothing personal against you, it's purely business.” This time pointed the gun on his forehead and pulled the trigger of her gun.

No scandalous sound came out of the car. Just pure silence. 

***

Opening the door on the driver's seat she kicked him out of his own car, leaving his lifeless body in a secluded riverbank. It was a cunning decision to have Ed drop her car there. She took the liberty of firing on his windshield, windows and headlights. It's enough to create an illusion of an ambush. She hopped into her car and grabbed a handful of her hair out of annoyance. Resting her head on the steering wheel and let out a deep sigh.

"It's strange...I feel so absurd. I killed so many people at this point, yet my conscience still hits me. I'm a murderer. A mercenary. I shouldn't feel guilty for any of this. Animals feed on others to live and killing is my way of making a living."

She started the engine and left that deserted place.