Nicole (Part 2).


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.


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