The Killers Freedom

Chapter Three: I am Not Alone

Waking up that morning was the same as every morning that had come before it. Use the bathroom, brush my teeth and put my hair in a tight ponytail. No need to shower now because I'm going to after my workout anyway. Make my way into the kitchen for breakfast, a smoothie made up of yogurt and whatever fruits and vegetables I had on hand that day. Cleaned the few dishes I made and then made my way downstairs to my home gym for two hours of intense training. After that it's off to shower and get ready for the day ahead. Same thing, different day as if my life was the same movie stuck on repeat forever. Live and kill, live and kill.

Getting into the shower after an intense workout was one of the best feelings. The cold water soaking my overheating body. Once I'm cooled off enough I turn the water to warm and let the steam work it's magic on my sore muscles. I hang eucalyptus in my shower so that when it heats up it perfumes my nostrils with an aroma that reminds me of my mother. The closest I will ever get to home.

I don't remember much about my parents but the few things I do remember is the smell of eucalyptus would always radiate off of my Mother and my Father smelled of tobacco and vanilla. Three scents that make me feel as though I have a home no matter where I am.

A knock on the metal door downstairs makes me jump from my thoughts and immediately my brain rolls into fight mode. I never get visitors here and the men who drop off my things simply drop them in the box at the door and leave, sending me a text when they are gone. I rush to throw on my clothes, still soaking wet from my incomplete shower, and grab my Ruger-57. My trusted pistol that stays by my side no matter where I travel in this world. In my line of work I have to be prepared for anyone and anything to happen so I always have some form of protection on me at all times.

Hiding my pistol slightly behind my right side I quickly and quietly descend the stairs and make my way across the cold metal floor leaving a trial of water footprints behind me, being sure I make no noise as I rush to the giant door that stands between me and whoever decided to pay me a visit today. I place my right ear on the door and hear a muffled man's voice to which I can't make out, speaking on what I assume to be his phone since I cannot hear any other voices in the background. I click my pistol to make sure I have it ready to fire if I need to, killing has been embedded into my blood so this is second nature to me. I can feel my heart start to race and my adrenaline grow as I raise the pistol higher, my favorite type of high. I place my fingers on the handle of the door and as quick as I open the door I aim the pistol between my unexpected visitors eyes.

"What the hell are you doing, Bugs?" Stryker stood unphased staring down the length of my gun into my eyes, "is this how you greet your guests?" He smirks in my direction, "I brought your dress for tonight and have a few things to go over with you for this assignment. Now get out of my way so I can come in and put the damn gun down we both know you would never actually pull that trigger on me."

I was in shock. The chance finally presented itself that I could kill this man. He specifically has never shown up around me alone for fear that I will end his life when I get the chance and there I stood, frozen like a deer in headlights because he was acting so casual about arriving at my home with the rest of my assignment in hand. I lowered my gun and stared at him, my heart was still racing, coming down off the adrenaline high.

"Don't worry I am not alone, I have men posted at every corner of this property already. I see that look on your face you stupid girl. You wouldn't have the guts to kill me, you and I both know that by now. Now I hate to repeat myself so move or be moved." He pushed past me and made his way upstairs to my living room area. "This is the dress you will be wearing tonight along with the accessories in the bag," Stryker pointed to the dress bag and smaller black bag attached to it. He placed them on the arm of my couch and sat down next to them laying a file down on the coffee table.

"What is all of this about? Why not leave everything at the door like you normally do?" I asked sitting down in the recliner now realizing I won't be able to finish my shower so I may as well just get comfortable for the conversation that was about to be had.

"As you know already from reading those files," he begins by pointing at the files I had received yesterday laying sprawled out over my coffee table, "you were assigned to deliver the package to Joseph. Now I know that you two don't get along due to your past but this deal will solidify our new found working relationship with the Russians since he has taken over. As much as I can be an asshole to you, I didn't assign you this to punish you. We both know I have not a single person on my team better than you so I cannot afford to loose any deals that I have in the works right now due to some fuck up."

I listened to Sryker explain more about what is expected for tonight, exactly how I should act and the person I should claim to be for the next few hours. As much as Jaxson seemed to be just an ordinary man he is turning out to be everything but that. He hacked into Joseph's files and attempted to exploit everything he was doing but Joseph's men got a hold of it quicker than Jaxon could post it to any media pages and because of that they wanted him dead.

Joseph runs a multi billion dollar hotel empire in Russia along with that he sticks his hands into any company, restaurants and firearm businesses he can to cover up the drug dealing and the illegal importing he does on the side. He is seamlessly untouchable over there. Joseph is one of the most sought after people when it comes to building a business from the ground up and has never been suspected of any crimes because he has everyone do his deeds for him, he is just the puppet master. I had always admired this man when we worked together, he would walk into a room and his sheer presence alone would demand everyone's attention. He was always good in crowds and made it on the cover of many magazines all while behind the scenes he has never gotten caught. He's also got a way with ladies due to his charm so any time we were assigned a female target he would be the one that got to take the lead, flawlessly executing whatever we were tasked with.

After a few more hours of listening to Stryker go over what I am to do this evening he got up and started to leave, taking all of his men who were now peppered around my living room either sleeping or watching television, with him. "I will send you flight plans tonight. Once you land you will have less than two hours to be at his office. You will be taking the private jet per usual. Don't fuck this one up. I will be expecting a text from you no later than midnight tonight. Get in and get out quickly and I will have men posted at whatever hotel you arrive at ready for clean up."

"Same shit different day," I murmured under my breath knowing he heard it. And with that he left, leaving me to start to get dressed for the night ahead of me. 

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