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“Yes!” barked the angry old man “And he was supposed to finish you off after the last job.”
Thank God for Henry’s unnatural fetish involving morbidly obese women. He probably figured he could have his trophy bass and finish me off at lunch. Henry wouldn’t be retired for not finishing me. “Who knows, maybe he already has” came my reflex response. “I’ve had the cod fish, but am not familiar enough with the rest of the poisons to know what others I have ingested.”
“Doesn’t matter” spat the angry old man. “The cleaners will be here shortly. Acrobats do you job!” he shouted.
I had three blades and no real chance against The Acrobats in a confined space, or any space for that matter. God, fate, whatever you choose to call it can be kind, even to an assassin. My first throwing blade went straight through the angry old man’s Adam’s Apple and peeked out the back of his neck, having magically found the gap between vertebra which meant much of his spine was also severed. Pretty little thing didn’t even flinch. She was out of body.
HR had been standing too close to Slim. She hit the floor about the same time angry old man slumped forward gurgling.
I squared up facing The Acrobats, not because there was a snowball’s chance in Hell of me taking Stretch, let alone all three, but because of habit.
Giant shocked me by asking into the air “If both he and HR are dead now, is the order still valid?”
Stretch spoke up “A better question is would we even get paid?”
Slim answered “HR I did for free.”
“I’m surprised you waited this long” I stated.
“No, the order isn’t valid” Pretty Little Thing uttered, shocking us all. “I was being groomed to take his place on the legitimate side of this business. I need to verify with the board I was also supposed to take over this side. Despite what my uncle said, I did know about this side of the business. Of course knowing and seeing are two different things. Hand me her card.”
Slim walked over to her and gently placed the card in her hand. She quickly moved to the computer on the desk and placed the card on what looked like an external USB drive, but must have been some kind of security card reader. Interesting. There is no login screen. You cannot guess a password.”
“I need her thumb here” stated Pretty Little Thing.
“Attached or . . .” Slim started to ask.
“Attached is fine” responded Pretty Little Thing. “Her right thumb, here on this reader.”
Stretch picked up HR by her now broken neck and carried her over using only one arm. Slim put her right thumb on the reader. Boom. Her virtual desktop popped up with email still open. She clicked on a few things and said “The job was never entered into the system. This was completely off-books. Not only were you not going to get paid, odds are an official job to take you out for retiring an active unit would have been issued. I do not know what my uncle was doing. Probably never will, but as of right now you are clean. I will have to appear before the board and explain this matter. What was this matter . . .”
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