It was her first real hit. After receiving extensive instruction in various methods of
separating targets from their lives, Nicole
was judged ready to go out on her own. She had proven a willing student; the fact that she
had coolly whacked two guys while
still in the amateur ranks significantly added to her cachet. She made all the
arrangements for the evening's activities: dinner with
a mark who considered himself quite the gourmet chef. Nicole planned to furnish desert.
The beautiful blonde sat across from the man she had been hired to kill. She had just
finished dinner with the guy. She took
a long white Virginia Slims from the pack on the table, held it to her lips and lit it.
She took a drag as she absently stirred her
coffee. The man drank in her every move. "Nothing like a smoke after a good meal,
huh?", the man asked, taking out a cigar of
his own.
Nicole exhaled in a long stream and smiled radiantly. "No, nothing like it.",
she agreed. She laid the long cigarette in a
crystal ashtray, excused herself, picked up her purse and headed for the bathroom. The man
watched, admiring her leather
miniskirt and stiletto heeled pumps as she walked away. Once in the bathroom, Nicole
opened her purse. She took out a sleek
Beretta, then a long cylindrical silencer. She carefully screwed it to the automatic. She
preferred using the silencer. It cut the
report of the Beretta down to a sharp cough and she thought it made her look much more
professional. Nicole flushed the john,
then ran water in the sink for effect. She left the bathroom, holding the silenced pistol
in her right hand, her left hand concealing
the gun with her purse. The man looked up to see the pretty blonde striding purposely
towards him. Just as she neared the
table, Nicole let the purse drop to the floor. She brought the silenced Beretta up, aimed
carefully and shot the astonished man
twice. She relaxed her aim, lowering the gun to her side as the man slumped in the chair.
She picked up her cigarette and took
a reflective drag. This really hadn't been that different from the first time. It was just
a matter of pulling the trigger and collecting
the cash. It had been greatly stressed upon her to make sure the man was dead. She
casually raised the gun at arm's length and
made sure of the job, shooting the man directly between the eyes. The pretty blonde killer
tidied up after herself and made her
escape.
"I'm going to kill you.", the beautiful blonde hitwoman stated. She was
seated on a park bench with a man. He had
made the soon to be fatal mistake of attempting to steal money rightfully due Nicole for a
hit she had performed. She had
retrieved the cash and would now exact her revenge. She held a long white Virginia Slims
and spoke in a husky, conspiratorial
tone. "I'm going to shoot you, then I'll watch you die...You never should have messed
with me." She took a drag and exhaled.
"But here's the best part:," she said with a wicked smile. I'm not going to do
it today. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week,
maybe next year....but I will kill you, Bobby, that's a promise. And, until I do, every
pretty girl you see, every flash of blonde
hair, well, it could be me. Then, some day, when you think you're safe, it will be me and
then Bang! Bang! Bobby, you're
dead." She imitated a gun with her extended thumb and forefinger. She blew across her
fingertip, then touched it to her lips. "I
can't wait to watch you squirm. And don't worry, Bobby, I'll make sure you have plently of
time to see its me before I let you
have it. Enjoy whatever you have left".
The man let himself into his high-security apartment and proceeded to turn the multiple
locks on the door. A lighter flared as
he turned into the room, illuminating the fine features of the pretty blonde hitwoman as
she lit the long white cigarette that
dangled from her lip. Her other gloved hand held a Sig-Sauer fitted with a silencer. She
took the cigarette from her lips and
extended the silenced gun at arm's length, taking careful aim as the man frantically pawed
at the locks he had just secured.
PHHUTT!!......PHHUTT!! Nicole shot the man twice in the back. He slammed into the door
with the twin impacts. The pretty
blonde killer took a drag as she watched the man, still on his feet, turn stiffly to face
her, a stricken look on his face. She
exhaled in a long stream before speaking. "Hello, Bobby," she purred, "I'm
sorry I made you wait so long for this. I hope you
didn't think I forgot about you." The man stared, wide-eyed and speechless.
"I've really been looking forward to this and, I
must confess, its been everything I'd hoped it'd be." She held her long cigarette to
her lips and took a drag. "How 'bout a little
more.", she offered sweetly. "No, Nikki, please.." the man gasped. "I
insist.", she said, raising the silenced gun. She shot the
cringing man twice in the chest. The man crumpled to the floor. Nicole looked down at him
for a long moment, then dragged
him out of the way. She returned her gun to her purse and left the room.