holy sh*t that works well

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*bites back* Oooh.. I’m a naughty girl. *evil grin*

I feel so loved. That’s very sweet.

Thanks DWN, I loved it, and I love you.

He changed in the car as it fulfilled its role in the chain of transportation, then a train discretely traveled, and finally a helicopter. No words ever passed his lips. Nothing for the cold air to hang on as he moved ever forward, his eyes so much like a shark’s on the prowl, empty.

The moon was hanging in the sky, a pale pearl to observe the night’s deeds both benign and dutiful. He strode as a wraith through the night, ever coming closer to his first kill. A whisper from his pistol pierced the throat of a guard and empty eyes took comfort in his efficiency.

Snowflakes crushed like silent screams beneath his boots before another whisper made sure his escape route was secure, crimson warmth staining the ground while wide eyes would never see again. There were more whispers, more red made cold upon the ground, as the empty eyes saw fit in his mission. Each whisper another part of his success. Nobody to watch the rooftops now. Nobody patrolling the grounds. Nobody to see the brazenly simple finality. Just cooling pools of red staining the virgin snow.

The case’s contents were assembled efficiently to shame the best Swiss watches and when the shot rang out, nobody heard it. Not the target, his head a macabre mural now. Not the guards with vacant eyes and equally vacant veins. Nobody but the man with empty eyes, the shark in the cold night.

The pimple had been popped. Another cold night in another cold almost war. His superiors would receive word of his success and his bank account would be able to supply more vodka to warm the night.