The Black Widow

A familiar face

There was no funeral but that was okay with me. Better to mourn in private away from all prying eyes. Away from all the people who could care less. What I need now is to work.

That's what I repeated again and again while I packed up my sniper rifle and walked out into the cold winter air. A fresh blanket of snow sits on the ground ready to be crushed and muddied as people go about there business. The mission is a complicated one involving a somewhat high body count and a kidnapping. I get settled in my sniper perch and wait. Watching the back door of a concrete one story building. On the outside nothing special. The grounds are unkempt and there isn't a single identifying sign.

It's cute that they thought this would hide them.

After exactly 52 minutes and 38 seconds of waiting and 27 people walking in and out out a tall man with dark hair exits the building. He walks fast in a hurry to get out of the cold.  I aim my rifle and shoot aiming for a major artery in his shoulder. There needs to he a lot of blood.
I squeeze the trigger. A loud bang. I would prefer to use a silencer but a noise is necessary to draw the real target out. Ten seconds later a small blond women runs through the door wearing only a lab coat. She doesn't even notice the cold.

She sees the body. 

"Nicholas!" She cries out and rushes to his already dead body. She starts to sob. She begs him to wake up.

Pathetic.

Once she realizes that he is gone she looks around frantically. She spots me on the roof of the building next to her and I wave playfully. Even from this far away I can see the terror in her eyes. So she knows who I am or at least my reputation. That should make this so much easier. She tries to run.

"How do you expect out run a gun?" I mutter. It never ceases to amaze me at human stupidity. I roll my eyes and shoot her in the leg.

She collapses. I make my way down to her. When I get to the ally she is trying to drag herself back into the safety of the building. She hasn't made much progress. I stand and watch her for a moment barely holding in my laughter. After a full minute I finally say something, "Because that is really going to work." 

She turns. Her face and hair is smeared with blood. Probably a mix of her own and the other guys. "Please you don't have to do those."

"I wish that were true Alisa but you have something that my employers want and rejected all of their more civil offers." I crouch down next to her. 

She whimpers but stays silent. 

"They are done being civil Alisa but I'm not if you tell me everything I want to know then no one has to get hurt." I glance over at the body and then at her leg and smile, "Well... no one else."

"Go to hell." She mutters through clenched teeth

I frown and shake my head, "I thought you were a reasonable person... I guess not." I press down on her wound.

She screams so I cover her mouth with my other hand. "I need those pass codes Alisa."

I press down harder. More attempts to scream. She still doesn't say anything. I release her leg and reach into my pocket and pull out a small metal disk. I smile, "I so rarely get to use these. It will be such a treat."

I throw one on her and am a electric current runs through her body for about 15 seconds.
She no longer tries to scream only lie limply in the snow crying and whimpering. I want to tell her that it isn't all that much. She is just weak. I go through more pain then that on a daily basis.
She starts to black out so I throw another Widow's sting on her. That wakes her right up. I take out another one and roll it in between my fingers.