Nicole - Double Hit (Part 4).

"I've got something for you.", the beautiful blonde hitwoman said slyly. The man looked with interest as she opened her purse. She drew a silenced Sig-Sauer and leveled it on his chest, her finger resting lightly on the trigger. She took a drag from a just-lit Virginia Slims as she watched his reaction. "NNicole, " the man stammered, "What is this?" The pretty killer exhaled in
a long stream before replying. "What's it look like?" "It looks like you're pointing a gun at me!" "Excellent!", the pretty hitwoman said encouragingly. "What else do your keen powers of deduction tell you?" The man considered a long moment. "Is that a silencer?", he asked, indicating the machined cylinder attached to the automatic. Nicole nodded as she took a drag. "Then I'd
have to guess you're a pro." Nicole smiled radiantly. "Another good guess. One last question: Why do you think a professional killer is pointing a silenced gun at you?" The man did not reply. "No?", Nicole pouted. "I thought that one would be easy. I'll tell you then. I'm going to kill you." "But I haven't done anything!", the man protested. "I know you haven't, " she said, soothingly. "It's just that someone who is willing to pay a lot of money to have this done thinks you did something and I'm afraid that's good enough for me." She turned sideways and raised the gun at arm's length. "It's all over, Bobby. I'm sorry I have to do this, " she said in an unapologetic tone as she aimed carefully. "I'm real sorry." PHHUUTT! The man's frantic pleading ended
with the sharp cough of the silenced pistol, recoil throwing her arm upwards. Nicole steadied the gun and aimed for a second, unprotested shot. PHHUUTT! She lowered the gun and took a drag from her long white cigarette as the man grabbed his chest and sank to the ground. She exhaled, pointed the gun at him again and finished him off with a single silenced shot. She returned her weapon to her purse and made her escape

The beautiful blonde hitwoman strode confidently into the seedy bar. She scarcely gave a glance at the two men inhabiting
the dive, the bartender and one customer. She took a long white Benson and Hedges 100 from her purse and held it up
expectantly with gloved fingers. "Where's your manners? The lady needs a light." , the lone customer chided the bartender,
busily engaged in staring at the pretty blonde. Jarred into action, the bartender ran down the bar and extended a lighter. Nicole
held the long white cigarette to her lips. She looked over the cigarette and drew as the man applied the flame to the tip. "I'm
sorry...", the bartender stammered, "we don't get your kind of girl in here very often." Nicole took the cigarette from her lips
and exhaled in a long stream. "Maybe you don't know what kind of girl I am." she said suggestively. She looked around. "Why
don't you lock up and we can all go in the back room." The two men looked at each other, amazed. The bartender lost no time
in shutting off the lights and locking the front door. Nicole got up and led the way into the back room. Once in the back room,
the pretty blonde killer drew a silenced Beretta from her purse. "Get up against the wall." she ordered. One man took a
threatening step towards her. The silenced gun coughed viciously as she fired a shot into a bottle on the shelf next to the man's
head. The bottle exploded and showered the man in glass shards and scotch. "Don't move.", she commanded. "You two
clowns did the hit on George Maxwell.", she stated. Her voice was emotionless, stating a fact. "I want to know who ordered
the hit." "I'm not telling you nothing, bitch.", the customer said belligerantly. "I respect your position.", Nicole said. She shot him
three times in the chest. The man grunted from the impact, rose up on his toes and pitched forward. Nicole watched him fall,
then deliberately shot him again. "How 'bout you? ", she asked the remaining man. "Do you share his conviction?" The man
stared apprehensively into the bore of the silenced pistol she held, rock steady on his chest. "You're gonna kill me anyways..."
he said. Nicole shrugged noncommittedly. "You saw what he got for not cooperating with me. There's plenty more..." "No...."
the man exclaimed. "It was Marc Gambrelli who ordered the hit....he wanted George out of the way." Nicole smiled. "There,
that wasn't so hard, was it? By the way, how much did you get for it.?" "10 grand a piece.", the man stated proudly. Nicole
shook her head as she drew on her cigarette. "What," the man asked defensively, "That's good money." She exhaled before
replying. "It's not much to die for.", she stated plainly. The man looked at the gun in her gloved hand. "NO!", he started
PHHUTT! PHHUUTT! She shot him twice in the chest. The man clutched his chest, swaying unsteadily. "You said you
wouldn't...." he gasped. "I never said wouldn't....", the pretty blonde killer said affably. "Besides, it's a woman's perogative to
change her mind." The man slumped to the floor. Nicole took careful aim and finished him off.