Stolen Kill

New Target

Mary Watson put down her phone. Then she deleted all trace of the conversation she just had from the history. And then, she turned off her phone, put it in her pocket, and brought out her other phone, her personal one. The other one was her work phone. She only took calls on that cell away from home, and always turned it on and off in different places. She couldn't afford to be traced on that phone.

On her personal phone, she texted her husband, John Watson.

Will be home soon x

With that, she pocketed the phone, pulled up the hood of her coat, and strode off into the streets of rainy London.

She had just been hired, over the phone, as usual. Her client refused to give their name. As usual. She had no idea how they got her number. As usual. But, her name got around, her assassin name, whispers on the street. And she was having more business than ever.

Her new target was Klaus Kraven. A Brit, of Russian heritage. He'd recently moved into London, after it was too dangerous for him to stay in his old city. The police had personally relocated him. He was in danger of being subject to hate-crimes, particularly murder. He was a horrible man. A horrible, horrible man. He provoked people into attacking him, and got money from it.

Mary had heard of him. But, as protocol demanded, she'd have to gather a file on him tonight, with the help of Tenniwick, her technical genius friend.

She pulled down her hood, and glanced both ways, before crossing a road. Her house was just down the street. She reached it in no time, pushing open the unlocked door, and hanging up her damp coat.

"Hey," her husband cried from the living room.

Mary smiled, and peeked her head around the corner to where John Watson was sitting with a newspaper and coffee. "Hey," she replied.

He smiled at her, smiled at her belly (seven months pregnant - she had to be extra careful now) then got back to his newspaper. Mary left him and crept upstairs to her study, where she unlocked a set of draws in a far left corner. John had never seen inside here. Inside was everything to do with her job. Every mission, every victim, every kill. She pulled out a small laptop, and turned it on.

Immediately, messenger popped up on her desktop screen. She had received a message from Tenniwick. Her laptop was connected to Tenniwick's equipment, so they knew whenever Mary turned it on.

Mary didn't know much about Tenniwick. That wasn't even their real name. Just a code name. They could be young or old, or male or female. Mary had never met them, but she and Tenniwick had been co-operating for a while. Her first mission with Tenniwick was the assassination of Karen Helliwell, a Scottish murderer. One of Mary's first missions.

She glanced at the case files in the draws. Helliwell's was still in there somewhere.

Anyway, Mary was never the best at hacking, and she contacted Tenniwick over the internet, in need of help. They soon formed a fast friendship - well, online, anyway - and began working together on most missions

The message read:

If it isn't my favourite assassin!

Mary grinned and replied:

Hey, Tenniwick.

So, who's the deadman to be? Or woman?, Tenniwick asked.

Klaus Kraven. Going for £600.

And I will get...?

Depends how much you help me, Mary typed.

Ok... I've got some stuff.... he's been a bad boy!

Yeah, I've heard of him.

I'm surprised nobody's killed him already. Although, people have tried.

Mary raised her eyebrows. That bad, huh?

I'm sending you a file.... Tenniwick typed.

And, sure enough, an attachment appeared on the side of the screen.

That's 20 GB of information, Tenniwick explained.

Mary nodded to herself. OK, when I get payed, you get £150. That suffice?

£200?

Mary laughed. Tenniwick always liked to bargain. OK, £200.

Great. I'll be off now.

OK. Thanks.

A notice popped up on the screen: TENNIWICK HAS LEFT THE CHAT.

Mary sighed, and began to print the attachment. It would take her a while to sort through it all, but, ah well. The process of planning an assassination was long, particular and arduous.

As she watched the printer in the corner chug away, she thought about how she had agreed to give away a third of her earnings to Tenniwick. Maybe they deserved it, but she'd definitely try and get some more from her client, at least and extra £150, and still pay off the £200 to the hacker.

The first sheet came from the printer. Mary walked over to inspect it. It was just a picture, taking up about half the page. Klaus Kraven was tall and thin, sickly pale. He had a long sharp nose and a dead look in his eyes that reminded her of her last case, Charles Augustus Magnussen.

"This is going to be fun," she said.

A/N: So this is the first chapter.... Hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to vote and comment. And thanks to mxrvel7 for making the cover as they have done with all the others :)