"Do you normally make-out with the people you're hired to kill? It doesn't strike me as very professional."
"Put the gun down," Gabriel panted, not answering her.
"Why on earth would I do that?"
"Because you're not going to shoot me," Gabriel rep...
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Find her. Kill her.
It was a simple agenda, but Gabriel still found himself repeating it in his head mindlessly as he walked towards her hotel. He liked to run down his plan of attack on his way to a hit, but that plan was usually far more elaborate. Usually, he had hours, if not days, to map out every detail. Usually, he had more information on the target - at the very least a picture of them and who ordered the hit.
Instead, he had nothing: no well-crafted plan, no time to come up with one, and no information about the target. He didn't even know her name.
Nothing about this hit was usual.
"I know you're supposed to be on break," his boss had said when he called. "But we had an emergency pop up and you're the only one close enough to make it."
"No problem at all, boss," Gabriel had replied. "What do you need me to do?"
"Room 215. Travelodge. As soon as possible. 30 minutes tops."
"Now?" Gabriel asked, looking at his watch. It was 10:45, which meant he would need to make it by 11:15. Doable, but it would be cutting it close.
"Can you do it?" His boss's response had been deceptively phrased as a question, but Gabriel knew there was only one correct answer.
"Of course," he replied, pushing aside the half-naked woman on top of him as he moved to stand up. "That just doesn't give me much time to prepare."
"Based on what they told me, you shouldn't need much time. It should be an in and out job - they just need her taken out quickly and discretely."
"Her?"
"Her. Is that going to be a problem?" his boss asked in a pointed tone.
"Not at all," Gabriel replied. He had no problem with taking out women - he had done it before. It was just uncommon to have a female target. "Just make sure they have a car waiting for me in the parking lot."
"I'll leave your standard. The key will be in the typical place. They asked for a picture when you're done."
He heard a click as his boss hung up.
That was it? What did she look like? Was she alone? Was she armed? What should he expect? Who wanted her dead? What was her name?
He dismissed the urge to ask. His boss only had two rules - do what you're told and don't ask questions. He always said he would tell them everything they needed to know. Asking questions wouldn't get him any answers; it would only piss off his boss.
"Sorry, Charlene," he told the busty blonde still occupying his hotel bed, as he put his suit back on and grabbed his briefcase. "Duty calls."
An exaggerated pout spread across his companion's face. "Just when it was getting good."
"I know, babe," he replied sympathetically, giving her a kiss. "The room's already paid for. Order anything you want."
