The killer part 3

Qatar 2008

 A beautiful blonde with long flowing hair entered the dressing-room down the back; her manicured hands grasping at four or five thin, short-sleeved dresses. I heard the curtain close, and the ruffle of fabric rustling before the tender sound of cloth falling to the floor cut through the silence. I opened the latch of the desk and headed back.

Angelia wearing a heavily padded sports bra stood in front of me; I unfurled the curtain. I wrapped my hands around her breasts and gently removed the inserts. They might have been small; but at least they were still perky

I shut the curtain; and grabbed the red dress hanging on the hook. The dress hung loosely against her body; unable to show her figure; I undid the dress and stood at her barely clothed body. 

I moved my hand over her belly-button before stopping at the elastic band of her poker-dotted panties. I peered out of the curtain and gently asked

"Does your father know you are out with me?" 

She smiled and gently undid the top button of my suit

"Would that change anything?" 

I unhooked the back of her bra; revealing perfectly moulded C cup breasts. I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and pinned her against the back-board of the change-room. I pointed to her panties

"Are you going to remove them?" 

She whispered

"Are you not worried about little children running into the shop?"

I placed a Condom on. 

As her naked body lay next to me; I softly asked

"Do you ever get tired of sneaking around behind your fathers back?" 

I felt her cold lips on the top of my forehead as she gently replied

"Anthony we both know this; is not going to work. For one you are an army ranger and I am your enemy."

"And..."

"And once you leave they are going to kill me anyway" 

"So what if I took you with me" 

"You wouldn't leave the army; the army gives you a purpose. What are you without them?"

I heard a knock at the door. I peered through the peep-hole and saw the green uniform. He placed his AK-47 gun to the door and muffled 

"You know the rules Anthony; we have to kill her" 

I whispered

"Stand behind me" 

I clocked the gun

"Do you really think I am ever going to move out of your way?"

He laughed

"You would die for this..."

I pointed to the gun at his temple

"Do you want to find out?" 

He pushed me to the ground and coldly stated

"I really thought we were on the same team; clearly I was wrong" 

He pressed the butt of the gun to my girlfriend's temple and hovered his hand over the trigger. He gently pushed down; and I watched her fall to the ground; blood slowly dripped from her temple. He smiled

"I guess that women did not have the same strength as you" 

"Is command going to find out?" 

He cut the zip-ties and softly said

"No; they don't need to know about you insubordination" 

Azalea by Louise Armstrong and Duke Ellington 

"What the fuck where you thinking killing someone innocent; her only crime wanted a better life"

He chuckled

"Anthony we are not a charity. She was a Qatari and last I checked our job is to find and illuminate all targets associated with ISIS..." 

He tossed the papers to the floor

"If this is not a red flag then I really don't know what is. Her father was a farmer yet they have enough money to afford this. "

"She wasn't radicalised"

"And you know that for a fact. My job is to make sure of it; and I do that by finding evidence, I have no idea how the fuck you came to that conclusion; by sleeping with her"

"You know the rules; if you had stayed in the shadows and did your job that bitch might still be alive"

She lay on the ground; blood and bruises concealing her face. As I made my way down her body I saw her name badge proudly positioned on her chest; it said The Killer I felt the Velcro in my hand as I ripped the tag off of her body and placed it on mine. 

Aside

Club house

"Have you ever lied Anthony? I am sure a little white lie has slipped out of your mouth; everyone has"

He twirled his silver, hand-crafted pocket-knife. 

"Before everyone joins the team; I want to make sure they are clean. Do you know what I found when I ran your name; Nothing! I don't like ghosts. Because ghosts have something to hide, and I am not in the business of deceit.

So I called an Old friend at the FBI; and he informed me that you were lying to me about your military record. You never killed a God Damn Soul; you stole someone's story and claimed it as your own"

 "Are you going to punish me?" 

He placed the knife in his hand and ran it along the side of my cheek

"I could kill you with one slip of my finger and no-one would care; but for the time being I will let it slide"

He placed the cover on his knife and placed it back in the draw.