Target Down

I've added this to the Discussion board and have changed it a bit on there.

“Target down,” she said with her eyes still glistening. Taking a step backward she looked down and gently nudged the body with her stiletto, leather boots. Still breathing. Of course he was she thought, shaking herself out of her trance. It was a perfect shot, close enough to the nerve to keep him alive, but enough so he wouldn’t be able to play football with his little nephews for months, maybe years. Lowering her pistol with a steady hand she looked at her hands wet with his blood. Her heart pace lowered and her breathing rate, well, she mused, it never changed. This was her job, why should it bug her. Subtly glancing around the underground parking lot she scanned for any sign of the incoming whirlwind. Flipping her rich chocolate hair over her shoulder she bent down and took a small needle out of her jacket pocket. Quickly she injected the small chip into his shoulder.
“Kat, we got trouble,” the small listening device whispered in her ear. Touching her long, blue painted fingernail to it she looked down with sad crystal blue eyes on her fiancées face. He hadn’t deserved this. He was handsome with dark honey-brown hair and luscious eyes that matched. When she met his parents she had heard them talking in another room about how they were the perfect match. They both loved sports, especially horseback riding, and she fit in perfectly with the family. Her 6 foot structure had made it so she was the first girl he had not made dwarfed with his 6’4 frame, and personality wise they were the best match. The best one the company had ever put her with. Would he even remember me? Would he be sad he lost me? Of course he would remember her, but not as the person who had just ruined his life. He would know that she had been shot and killed by the same man that had attacked him. They’d give him back his million dollar ring, act sorry, and it’d be done with. One more job taken care of.
“Kat?”
Snapping back to life she took one more glance at the body with her dark brown eyes, disgust evident in her raised eyebrows.
“Send them in.”

Hopping into the car she knew she had five minutes at the most. Breaking into the Ferrari was any but a challenge however hotwiring this thing would be. If you even could. The car had a hand touch memory on the steering wheel and while playing fiancée to a rich, handsome, bachelor had its perks- driving the car wasn’t one of them. Throwing the door open she walked in frustrated to the trunk. Picking the lock would take about ten seconds she figured pulling her tool from the half of her hair that had a bun in it. Once opened, she searched the trunk to find her options. Choosing her “weapon” she grabbed the crowbar.
“Maddy,” the husky voice moaned, “Maddy, where are you?”
She froze, that was one thing she’d never get used to. The lies, always the lies, only this one she had almost believed herself.


“Sir, she’s here,” the receptionist said as he walked into the neatly furnished room. The man who sat anxiously behind the desk glanced up, and then checked his watch.

“She’s getting faster”, he said with a smile as he straightened his grey suit coat and practically ran to the stairwell outside his office. The receptionist simply smiled. The director was only like that with Maddy. With any other agent he would have finished what he was doing and meandered over to talk to them in about an hour. Maddy on the other hand was a different story. The boss had been waiting for her to return since she’d left on her “date” an hour and a half ago. Of course he’d never admit that to her, but it was fun to watch. Maddy had that effect on most people.