Chapter 2 THE JOB

My eyes were hurting and heavy and I could hardly open them even for a short period. Everywhere seemed white and cloudy. I tried to turn and I felt a sharp pain on the right side of my head.

"You would want to lie down a little while you need some rest," said Larry, as he tried to get a glass of water for me. He gave me some pills, I took them without hesitation and they worked like magic. In a few minutes the pain left.

"Did you get my phone?" I asked.

I wanted to be sure the Contractor could reach me or else I would lose the next job and contract. Larry was my Clean-Up guy. Whenever I finish a contract, he cleans up and I pay him. I turned and I saw his card on my table. My bill was $100,000 with a note below 'I woke you up from death.' I could see why my head ached. It was the damn bike that hit me during the blast. I stood up, the coverings slipped down and the things on my chest stood up with the tip pointing towards Larry like an arrow aiming at him.

"Why am I naked, Larry? I asked.

"You were very wet but if you want I can give you back your wet clothes," he replied, laughing. He went to the other bed in the room to get one of his shirts and pants.

I was naked and did not bother. Larry and I understood our jobs and sex was part of it. We helped each other in so many ways and those were some of the benefits of the job. I don't mind sleeping with my cleanup guy. He was as professional as I was. Larry is the most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes on. I could say he was one of the few men who respected me as a lady.

"Okay, come and get some," I smiled, lying back on the bed as seductive as I could be.

"$50,000 additional is my charge," Larry said.

"Are you gonna charge me for sex? That's ridiculous," I said.

Larry hopped on the bed, laid me down on my back gently, and kissed the valley of my chest caused by those busty things before he slipped downwards. He put his face between my upper thighs while his hands caressed my body. He had his hands on those busty things while his tongue was on my navel. As he got to my chambers, I sensed a slight shiver in my system as I quivered and moaned for more.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I knew who was calling and I had no intention of missing the call.

"It is done," I said. The Contractor did not reply. Instead, he said "Your balance is in the safe, you will see the file containing details for your next job. Expect the call to confirm the contract."

Any confirmation of contact means there is more than one gun. This is not good and I don't compete. Why would he want more hires when I have never failed in any job and I had an 'A' rating?

For seven kills I got seven million dollars! I knew the contractor could not make mistakes. I had killed Mark and his bodyguards, so my greed just went up when I opened the file for my next job.

I looked at the file over and over again. The file contained the picture of the youngest billionaire in New York, Marvin. I was responsible for the death of his father and now I might be responsible for his death.

The Contractor called but this time I was ready to say how much I wanted for the job. Each job gave me the confidence to set a particular standard and expectation.

"Fifty million dollars or nothing," I said confidently.

"You need to do your research on him, he is not an easy target. That's why the contract is open," said the Contractor.

I was going to back down. "How many hires?' I asked.

He said that there were three hires on the target and asked whether he should not leave it open. I told him there was no need.

I was going to kill the son whose father I killed. As far as I am concerned, Mr. Marvin is dead and with this $50m I am out of the game, the Contractor can get another hire.

I lay on the bed naked going through the details of my assignment when the notification on my phone popped up. An intruder!

Larry whispered to me. " Get your gun, we have got a visitor." He was also aware, his watch signaled it.

I stretched my hand under the bed to reach for my gun. The first shot hit Larry and he fell on the couch. He was exposed! The bulletproof door failed or the shooter had a more sophisticated gun. There was another shot and it hit Larry again and this time there was no sound from him.

I rolled towards his position, shooting consistently at the door. I knew it was a bulletproof door, so my shots had no effect, but the shooter does not know this, at least for now.

I moved Larry gradually to blindsight. I was not sure if he was alive. There was a bigger shot. Looks like a double barrel shot. It was his mistake. I was in blindsight and could see the shooter from the bullet holes that the double barrel made in the door.

I shot him twice and I heard him fall. I rushed towards the door. He was running away and towards the stairs, I shot him twice again in the left leg and right arm.

"You ain't going anywhere," I said.

When I turned him over and laid him on his back, I could see that he was a hire. "Who sent you? I said,

"Ma --Ma -- Ma -- Marvin," he said, and he was dead a few seconds after that speech.

I dragged him into the room, locked the door, and rushed toward Larry. He looked dead. I took out the life kit box. I hope he makes it.