Working with the devil

Elaine

“I am in position”, I whisper. Hiding behind a corner, where I prepare my gun. I know that Victor and his fellows are disguised as waiters, in order to get into the room and blend in. But not today. I am sitting near the door of the kitchen, in an aisle that you can’t see, when you leave the kitchen.  I take a deep breath. Laurent is having an eye on all the cameras, so that he can tell me, when they are near me. The three men will have weapons and they will be stronger than me. But I am faster and professionally trained. 

Fuck, I will kick their asses.

The blood is rushing through my veins, so excited am I. Carefully I put the sound absorber on my gun. No one needs to hear the shots. The gala has started a few hours ago, that basically means, that I am in this building for a long time. Finally the kitchen door opens. The waiters are carrying plates full of good smelling food. Normally I would have loved to eat those things. But due to the concentration and tense feeling, I lost my appetite. 

“Okay, they are coming”, Lauren says. 

“Got it”, I mumble. 

All the other waiters are gone already when the three men finally step out of the kitchen. They look around, putting their plates down. The music in the ballroom gets louder.

Let’s dance guys.

I creep around the corner, holding up my gun. The men are standing with their backs towards me, getting ready for their job. Not hesitating one second I pull the trigger, sending a bullet through the man’s head who is standing on the right. He falls over, landing on his face. The other two killers snap around. The left one, pulls out a long knife, reaching me within a few seconds. The other one starts running down the aisle, so that he is still able to fulfill his job. This huge guy stabs in my direction, only with my great reflexes I manage to duck away. His eyes full of hate meet mine. 

How I love playing around.

We circle around each other, when he makes a huge step forward trying to reach my throat, but I step to the side, just to feel his fist crashing on my face. I stumble backwards, pain running through my head. 

“Come here you bitch”, he growls.

He grabs me by my wrist, holding the knife on my throat slightly cutting it.

“Maybe I should fuck you, before I kill you”, he smirks disgustingly.

“Maybe you should pay attention”, I answer. 

I pull up my knee, kick him into his stomach, so that he looses his balance. Immediately he lets go of me, the blood still dropping down my neck. I run towards him, jump on his back and ram my knee in his back. In the same moment I grab his head and turn it around, until I hear a cracking sound. His body goes down to the floor. The man is not moving anymore. He is dead. Since his face is on the floor, I turn him around. This is not Victor.