Hit 5

She sat perfectly composed. Her long legs sheathed in Wolford Velvet Deluxe sheer stockings ,crossed at the knee. She a beige  linen  skirt and beige Lafayete tapered jacket, very becoming in a decidedly professional way. Black peals at her neck with matching earrings completed her look.

She had placed her black leather brief case by the wooden leg of the carpet cushioned chair. He’d offer her the more comfortable lounge chairs one sank into but she preferred the straight chair in front of his desk. Her legs were not shown at their best there, compared to how they would have been in the lower more seductive chair, but she liked the easier mobility.

“I’m sure you’re aware that the owners of such condos are completely confidential,” he said.  He was 50 and balding. May have been a foot ball player younger. Wore a crumpled sports jacket and slacks.  His office spoke more of his success.  She knew him as one of the best. Had used his services in the past. 

“That’s why I came to you.” She smiled dmurely.

‘Mary Jenkins owns that particular penthouse suite. Her telephone number is in the portfolio I prepared for you. There’s some significant shady associations that might explain her siignificant income. I think you’ll find it interesting. Is there anything more I can help you with?”

“No that’s enough . Thank you.  You’ve been most helpful.” She reached down and took an immodest amount of cash from her brief case, then said, “there’s no record of us meeting as usual.”

“Of course,” he said.  

“And this other address, you’re sure is for the man they call the  Boss.”

“I’m sure.  You’re not the first whose asked me for his address. I expect that might help you as well.”  He didn’t know her actual work but knew that others she’d been interested had met their demise over the years. She told him she worked for some interested parties. He imagined her an analyst of some sort. Certainly not directly involved. 

“Yes, it does, “ she said, uncrossing her legs and standing on her black three inch heels.  He stood too.   She picked up her brief case. She reached across the table and shook his hand. 

“Thank you.” She said. She left him at the door, knowing he was contemplating her beautiful undulating butt as she walked slowly down the hall to the elevator.  She stepped on and turning looked back nodded. He was still standing there watching her as the doors of the elevator closed. 

Later that day she called Mary Jenkins and found no one home. Without letting the security cameras see her she made her way delicately through the security systems. They were electronic without human support.  She had the computer tools to by pass them.  It took little skill with the new computer tools to disable older security systems and off set the alarms.  So many of these buildings advertised their security systems but didn’t keep up the update giving their clients a false sense of security.   As th old adage went a lock only served to keep an honest man out. 

Her hacker contact who provided her computer tools, also,  for an additional fee,  ensured a buildings external alarm to police or security firm  never egaged. 

She had carried her rather heavy gift wrapped packages in from her car parked in the downstairs parking garage.  Nothing tripped. She rode the elevator to the penthouse. 

When the first package had arrived that morning from the bakery, special and private delivery,  she had been impressed with the amount of C4.  She’d left it in the trunk of a second hand Fiat, she’d bought the day after she had first called the bakery. She’d had to circle the block only once before she’d been able  park outside the exit to the target’s parking garage. She had the second package with her in the building across the street.   

She was on the balcony of  Mary Jenkins.   Wearing a mask she’d  gassed her  coming home from her corporate law officers  unlocked own her door and stepped into her own home. The gas had taken her out  as she physically wrestled her  to the floor. Ms Jenkins was now tied up in the closet of her own home with her own monogrammed  t towel stuffed in her mouth..  

Now she sat on the balcony looking across at the Penthouse.  She was wearing her black jeans and black turtleneck.  No she’d fabric. She had special hat and gloves to ensure no hairs and no prints were left.  

Beside her was the GS-777 Light weight shoulder fired recoilless launcher.  She had a half dozen standard RPG rounds.  She’d brought it all in a padded carry bag.  Nothing to it for a girl who liked to be prepared. 

She looked at her watch. Once  more figured the time she thought it would take. If she didn’t kill him with the rockets, it would take him at least 5 minutes to come down the elevator and get in the car.  10 minutes max. She knew the car he had, that fancy hummer.  Despite being armoured it wouldn’t likely withstand a close on blast of C4.  She planned to add a couple of rockets to that.  Then if anything continued to move she had her trusty 300 win mag Winchester. 

She saw the flickering light of a tv and thought this time was as good as any.

The first rocket crashed through the balcony glass exploding on impact. The second crashed through the room.  . The third felt like over kill.  Lots of explosions. Fire and sprinkler system automatically on. She moved back from the balcony. Others below here were coming out on theirs.

She watched the street seeing the parking gates lifting. She  detonated the Fiat car bomb as the Hummer accelerated out of the underground parking. She figured that meant the target had survived the rockets. The car bomb exploded throwing  the Hummer high in the air,  bouncing end over end crushing parked cars till coming to a rest finally  it’s side. She did’t figure the target would have taken the time to buckle up. That crash would certainly have killed him.  Still, for  good measure she placed one more rocket into the roof of the Hummer.  Even if it was the armoured Hummer was the best, it wasn’t likely anyone could survive.  She moved back from the filigree iron. She had the Winchester ready and waited. No one got out.  

She checked her site before leaving.  She left the RPG and untied Mary Jenkins before pulling her onto the balcony. If her timing was right Mary Jenkins would wake up when the police were bashing down her door.  Mary Jenkins her private eye had found wasn’t totally an innoscent which explained how she paid for this penthouse suite . That would certainly confuse pursuit. Her hacker had been paid to return the system to its preset.

On the street she carried her break down Winchester in it’s inconspicuous case.  She’d let her hair down and walked out of the parking garage to where her Peugeot was parked.  There was a lot of traffick on the roads heading towards the site of the ‘accident’.  It didn’t matter. Her own place was less than a mile away.  Without fear of pursuit or identification she  drove into her own underground parking.  She left the Peugeot taking the Winchester with her as she took the elevator up to her own penthouse suite.   She put the Winchester in the special lined safe in the bathroom floor.  The tiles were specially chosen for lead content. No one would find safe unless they tore the building down. The space was big enough for only a few treats.  But the privacy off set that limitation.

Putting the cases aside she took her Leica binoculars out of the drawer and walked out onto her balcony.  The Hummer was just as she left it. No door had opened. The police were there. An ambulance followed.  A fire truck had arrived. Through her binoculars she watched as the police and firemen used the jaws of life to open the crumpled Hummer.  Two bodies were pulled out. By the way they handled them she didn’t think they were alive.  

Later she’d hear on the 10 o’clock news that both were dead.

She picked up the cell phone and called the number on her contact list.

“Satisfied,” she asked.

“Very,” the woman’s voice at the other end responded. The line going dead immediately.

She stripped in her bed room before walking naked into the shower.  She languished under the hot shower enjoying soaping herself down with Irish Spring and washing her hair with  Crew shampoo.  She had some extra costs but in the end she’d still made a profit. Out of the shower towelling herself down she chose the Occitane lotion.  

In the walk in closet she selected  a matching black bra and panty set. She didn’t bother with stockings but slipped a cotton black dress over her head , zipping the back up herself.  She chose non metal jewelry considering the flight. Casual black pumps.  She took the already packed carry on from the closet and checked that her ticket and passport were in her carry on purse. As she walked out her door she engaged her security her hacker ensure was the best and always up to date.

That night Alfredo met her after the plane landed.  Driving his Baha bug he  took her to her cabana. His English wasn’t that good but his athletic body was exquisite.  He really was attentive too. The south sea breeze and gentle lapping of the surf contributed to her enjoyment of being home.  The next morning Alfredo brought her coffee with cream as she sat  in her bikini in her beach chair,

She smiled to herself.  She was certain that the man she’d killed the night before didn’t realize that his assassin  was the woman he’d watched in his star gazer telescope. Perhaps if he’d been looking where he was supposed to he might have seen his own fallen star before the end was inevitable.  The people she worked for didn’t tolerate cockiness in the up and coming help. 

Hitman 4

“Have they got anything, Charlie. I’m going nuts couped up in here.”  Here was a top floor of a penthouse high rise. He had a garden and a small swimming pool.  Theatre.  Gym.  Guest rooms. He’d had lots of escorts up here. The bar and fridge were always stocked. All the staff were vetted by his people.

It was day 3.

“No boss,” said Charlie, putting his cell phone back in his vest pocket. “ I spoke with our friend and the investigation is a dead end. They can’t even find where the shot came from. Think it was the top of a building. No evidence. Nothing suspicious apparently on the cameras. “ he said. 

‘They’re not just giving up!” The boss whined.  Charlie didn’t like that tone. It wasn’t manly.  He didn’t like when the boss wasn’t boss like.  But the waiting got to everyone.  Serges were like that. 

“No, they’re going back over everything, slower, with a fine tooth comb.  That takes time. They might find something but it doesn’t help us now.”

“What about our own assets?’ The boss asked.”  Anything on the street? Do our lawyers or accountants have any ideas?  Any of our businesses have a clue?.”

“Nothing new.” Charlie said.  “Everyone’s on alert normally but immediately after everyone went to high alert and everyone is back checking. They know the stakes.  No one wants you gone because you’re the goose that lays the golden egg.  It’s got to be competition. But which competition.  And who can afford a first rate sniper.  “

“Who? Which prick would do this.  It’s not business. This is personal. Whose the asshole who did this?”  Again that whining tone. At least there was more anger in it. 

“ You know there’s always a risk but nothing points to anyone for sure.  We have suspects and we’ve got our own people and the police watching those more carefully. But nothing.’ Charlie said.

“I don’t want to stay couped up in here. Makes me look like a coward.” The boss said pouring himself another shot from the crystal decanter on the mahogany sideboard,

“But its a sniper, Charlie . What’s the defence against a sniper?” Charlie noticed he stayed far back from the windows though there wasn’t any rifle that could hit them here, besides the glass was bullet proof. 

“If you go out you’re have to wear the flack jacket. We have the new one from the Frazer Valley, light weight porcelain. “ Charlie said, standing inside the doorway.

“But it won’t’ stop a sniper bullet.”

‘Probably not completely. It’s the best, might slow it down. Reduce the damage.”

“I don’t want any damage.” The Boss screamed.

“I know.” Said Charlie.  “We all wore helmuts overseas. The trouble here would be they’d make you more of a target.  We can cover you to the car if you want to go out.  Parking garages are the only answer. We can sweep them.   If we know where you want to go we can check the destination, have men on site.  It’s all going to improve the odds.” 

“I don’t want any odds. I want the fucker dead. So get on finding out who it is.  Call Elaine. She can distract me too.  You can do that still, right Charlie. Call Elaine.”

Charlie didn’t answer but made the call.  He liked Elaine.  She cost a fortune but made her money with a guy like the boss. At least he wasn’t mean like some of the men Charlie had  worked for. Some dead bodies he’d had to have removed. He didn’t like to think of those.  A lot of twisted kinky shit in this business.  Elaine had her work cut out for her. The boss could be an asshole but at least he wasn’t a real shit.  He’d like to see Elaine again. It had been a while. The Boss had had a thing for the teen twins recently. Hardly old enough to be professional. At times like this he was glad the boss was sticking with the pros.  

Hitman - 3

She lay on the balcony chaise, naked except for a tiny pink g string.  There was a voyeur in the penthouse across the way, a higher level, with a star gazer telescope she’d noticed was often suspiciously pointed elsewhere.  She liked to think that her pink g string gave the distant illusion of total nakedness. She’d concluded some dot come geek was sacking off with his little peepee looking at her while looking down at her. That amused her.

However ,she liked her privacy.  She’d leave him an illusion. But, she had some propriety.  Not much, but some.  Before trying out exotic dancing and finally being an escort she’d put cameras through out her cheap student apartment and let voyeurs watch her every day.  Her digs were a lot richer today and she knew the guy with the telescope had to be rich to have his penthouse.  She saw her present state as advertising. Just walking over to his building if she needed to she was sure she could get back on her investment.  Like a lay away plan.  A tease.

She didn’t like bikini top tan lines any time.  This afternoon the sun was tanning her all over perfectly.  The balcony wasn’t the beach but it would do. She did her best thinking after lying in the sun.

He’d hole up. She knew that.  She had to come up with a way to get him out of his hidey hide.  Of course she knew where that was. But she couldn’t figure what was the best way. She didn’t see herself getting in given the security.  She’d normally wait but the customer was impatient.  

She sat up to take a sip from the star on her cranberry and Sosa.  She glanced at her nails painted purple with little silver starts. Looking down at her body, she liked what she saw, her gaze following the line between the lovely foothills of her chest to the flat plain of her firm belly all the way down to the pink.  She liked her thighs and legs, her skin glistening with cococanut oil, her toes painted with matching purple without the stars.  

She thought of finding a man to pleasure her,  A good sized cock would be nice after Marcie . But she had work to do.  She couldn’t afford too much distraction.  It  wasn’t good for business. Especially when the clock was ticking on her own life.

“Diversion,” she thought.  “I need a diversion.”   

Reaching for her cell phone she called the arms distributor she knew best. She’d be glad to help her. For a price. She could afford the price.  Once she botched the margin didn’t matter.  All that mattered was completing the job that she’d begun.  

“Hello, Angel, I need some special items.”

( She stated the order in the approved code. A bakery was an excellent cover. Today she wanted  two apple rhubarb  pies , both with extra whipping cream.) 

“ There is a time consideration. I need the ordered filled tomorrow evening. Not much notice but I’ve only just planned the party.”

‘Thank you, darling. I’m so glad. I knew I could count on you.”

She hung up.  Standing she faced  the star gazer.  Cupping her full breasts with her hands she stroked them briefly be fore doing a little pirouette and reaching down for the cell phone she’d left on the table beside the chaise. Her legs just happened to remain straight and her butt just happened to show at it’s best.   She wondered if he had a camera attached to his telescope. That would be a fine shot indeed.  She stood quickly straight up stretching her hands over her head. 

She walked inside and crossed  the bed room.  Her walk in closet accessed   the gold tiled shower and 8 foot long porcelain bath. She especially liked the antique Victorian fixtures.  She was also thankful to have found a landlord  that accepted cash  for the whole cost of the condo.  She suspected a biker organization. She hadn’t even asked when strata fees seemed on the rather high side. She wondered though about her neighbours. They all might not be as shady as she but they weren’t squeaky clean.  Everyone minded their own business.  

 She certainly wasn’t one to call the police if she heard shots.  She had but that was only once in the first year she’d been there. What sounded like WW3 had erupted in the lobby.   She thought it good that management  the lobby by the next morning.   All evidence of what had became known as the “domestic dispute” gone by the afternoon.  She’d heard by elevator rumor mill  a dozen relatives were involved.  The tenant hadn’t been bothered though  thanks to the excellent surveillance.  Tenants supplied their own security but the buildings surveillance system extending to the surrounding neighbourhood was state of the art.

She liked the surveillance. The second elevator and the service Shute were very nice features.  In case you wanted to leave by the back door or meet visitors unannounced.

.  

She figured the neighbouring buildings were owned by the same consortium.  Maybe the masturbator across the way wasn’t just a geek.  She picked out a towel and hung it on the wall. She slipped off her g string and stepped into the shower.  As the hot water cascaded down her slender body and the room filled with steam she thought again that the diversion was the best idea.

Hit - 2

“WTF! WTF! WTF!’

He screamed on his butt as he  crab crawled back across the cafe floor till his back hit the wall. All the while he stared at the lifeless eyes of his former body guard.  Abject terror.

“Boss. Boss. Are you okay?” His other guard kneeling now at his side, asked, gun drawn, eyes scanning 

 Another guard,  still sheltered at the corner of the patio, looked down the street from where he figured the bullet had to have come. 

“Of course I’m not okay.’ The boss answered, regaining some composure, taking comfort in the known world of anger. 

Back to the wall, he looked down at his white shirt covered in the blood of the body guard. He used the sleeve of his arm to wipe the stickiness of blood and brains off his face.

“Let’s get out of here. Can you get me out of here.” He screamed. 

“Yes, boss”.

The guard spoke through his throat  mike to the other at the front of cafe. “Get the boss’s car and bring it round the back.”

‘There’s a bloody sniper out here, Charlie.!”

“The boss wants the car,”

Taking one last look up the street, thinking this job doesn’t pay enough, the guard sprinted down the street to the black hummer.

In the distance sirens were already approaching.  

Fumbling the keys, his eyes looking everywhere else, he opened the door jumped in all the time expecting a bullet to end his life.  Once in the  bullet proof Ottawa Valley hummer he felt better, marginally.  He drove round the back.

The boss jumped in the back, “What took you so long?” 

 Charlie joined him jumping in the front seat, pistol still drawn. Glock 9 mm. There were no more shots.

“Take me home, now. And watch for fuckers in the street. I don’t care if the windows are bullet proof. The maniac could have a rocket launcher. Get me out of here.”

They sped away. Traffic was light.  Charlie was watching everywhere and everyone. Not just for the boss. He didn’t himself want to go up in a blast. He’d done his tours in the Middle East.. He knew how a hand held rocket could spoil a vehicles paint job and anyone in the vehicle. 

“Who the fuck do you think it was Charlie? “ 

“A sniper. No one saw him. Maybe the police will have a clue.I’ll talk to our guy in their administration. For what you pay him , he’ll keep us posted on their investigation.  Now I’ll just get you safe.”

They were on the free way. They’d taken a few evasive moves to throw pursuit  It was looking better. Every mile away from the cafe the tension lessened.

“Siri, get me Jack.” Charlie spoke to the car phone.

Jack was the home guard. He came on and Charlie told him to expect them pronto. “Assasination attempt.Boss is okay.”

When the car drove into the underground parking, Jack was waiting with a Berretta 93 machine pistol in his hand. He opened the door for the boss as Charlie came around.  The followed the boss to the elevator. The  boss was silent, brooding.  

In the elevator, he turned to Charlie,  “I’ve got enemies Charlie. I can’t think which one would hire a sniper. I’ve got to make some calls.  You think of anyone, you get on it.”

The boss entered the penthouse suite heading straight for the shower.  

Charlie saw bits of glistening darkening brain tissue had fallen onto marble floor. He’d have to call the cleaner.