Reaper

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An envelope greeted Abigail as she walked up to her front door late one Wednesday night. The luminescent white sheath glowed under the bright moonlight as it was taped to the smooth surface of the dark Oak door. Only one word blemished the surface, "Reaper" was written in a neat cursive handwriting.

She pulled off the envelope as she opened the door. Walking through, she reached out to the right, flicked the light switch and closed the door with resounding thud.. The room was flooded with a soft golden glow. Deactivating the alarm that was attached next to the light switch, Abigail took off her black fedora hat, unzipped her matte black leather trench coat. Underneath she wore a turtleneck sleeveless, burgundy woolen blouse, a black low hipster skinny jeans and ankle high, suede black boots.

Flipping over the envelope, she upended the contents in her hands. A piece of paper with the address with a locker number, and a security deposit key taped to it. A flash drive accompanied them as well.

Stepping further into the spacious living room, Abigail headed to her bedroom. Her home was single story building. The living room was adjoin to the kitchen separated only by a built-in bar wall. A narrow corridor that was on the far left wall, lead the way to the back which held two bedrooms and a bathroom. Her bedroom was the second door on the left.

Her bedroom held scarcely any furniture besides the essentials. A queen size bed, covered in a deep royal purple duvet, and a dark wooden, French style, hand carved bureau that held a huge mirror that caught the reflection of the entire bedroom. The floor was a varnished, stain wood covered by a downy soft white carpet that was placed in the centre. All her clothing could be found in a wardrobe closet held in the corner of the room next to a double French windows.

Pulling the heavy purple drapes close over the windows, Abigail shrugged off her coat and threw across the chair in front of the bureau. She grabbed her Mac laptop from top of bureau, while she set the paper and key down and sat on her bed.

She booted up her laptop, and plugged the flash drive in and opened up to the only document stores on it. A word document popped up.

Target: Marcson Vidal
Age: 29
Address: 50 Blue Marlin Road
Price: $750,000.00 before + $750,000.00 after. ($1.5 million)
Death by: Single gunshot to the head. (Execution Style)
Time Frame: Two weeks

As Abigail looked over the data before her eyes, she felt no sympathy for the person. He was just another job. Many years ago she would have been innocent and felt some type of guilt. However, she had lost the one person in her life that had meant the world to a little orphan girl.

Now she was beyond guilt and conscience. That little girl had grown up, had seen the real world for what it is and as for sympathy... She had forgotten what the feeling was.

Abigail closed the laptop and fell back against the temperpeadic mattress and started to formulate her plan to take out Marcson Vidal.

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Two days later...

After ringing the doorbell, the sound of the locks turning cut off Abigail's concentration on observing the neighborhood. It seems that not much people lived around the area. It was do desolate. The houses were spread wide and far across acres of land for the wealthy.

This house, or mansion she should say, was the last on this road. It was at least three stories high, with white frame work, two large columns bordered the front porch, with a circular driveway displaying a huge Gothic fountain.

Disguised in a khaki, cargo overall, with a dead roach logo printed on the back, a matching fitted cap pulled over a high ponytail and a clipboard in hand. In the driveway was parked a white van with the name Martin's Pest Control & co.

A round, face greeted her. Dressed in a classic maid outfit the young girl watched Abigail with huge, chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes miss?" She was a timid little thing. She must be new. Abigail thought ton herself, a chesire cat smile would have spread across her face at that moment but sheer concentration made her facial features remain intact.

"Yes, I am from the pest control company," as she said this, she turned indicating towards the truck. She swung back to the young maid. "And we were called to come check out this address."

"I am sorry ma'am, but I never made a call to Martin's Pest Control & co. You must have the wrong address." The girl stated as she was about to close the door.

"Isn't this 50 Blue Marlin, the homeowner being a Mr. Marcson Vidal?" She glanced at the clipboard in her hand, acting confuse. Knowing well that this was the house she was looking for.

The maid seemed hesitant. "Yes it is, but I never made that call."

"What's your name?" Abigail asked her.

"Vivian."

"Oh, well it says here that the call was made by a Ms. Suzanne Gilles. Do you know anyone by that name?" She had done her research, that was the name of Vidal's personal assistant.

"Oh, Ms. Suzanne made the call? I wonder why she didn't tell me?" Vivian mused out loud.

"I don't know, I'm just here to do my job." Abigail smiled.

"Sure, come in then. I'm sorry about earlier. It's just that you can't be too careful now of days." Vivian stated.

"I agree, don't worry no hard feelings. I understand completely, you never know who your letting inside your house. I mean all serial killers and robbers look normal too." Abigail smiled at her.

"You know I've never seen a female working as a pest control. I thought most female found bugs disgusting like I do."

"I know, it's a stereotypical misconception. Females really can do anything males can. You just have to have a strong stomach and high tolerance level. Trust me."

"Well, okay is there a specific area you were asked to check out?" Vivian inquired.

"No it's just a random check up they wanted, make sure everything is okay."

"Okay, well I guess I'll leave you too it. Um... When your heading upstairs just call me cause Mr. Vidal does not like anyone left unsupervised in his study or bedroom. Meanwhile, I'll be in the kitchen organizing dinner if you need anything else. It's just down the hall last door to the right."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be fine. Thank you anyhow." Abigail smiled as she watched the young maid headed for the kitchen. As she disappeared from view, her smiled dropped suddenly she let her gaze scan the interior of the house.

Time to get to work.

*Picture of Abigail to the top.*