Nigeriana

Chapter One

"I'm telling ya' red-eye, you better not mess up this shot. This doll is worth the nursery I'm supposed to buy." Alex spoke into the headset, munching on a bag of Doritos. 

"Easy there blue, I'm planning on getting a ring for my girl with this cash." Jackson sighed and focused his rifle, his back hurting from the slanted roof, just meters away from the hotel window. 

"Who? Lil' Nessa? You only been with her for about a year."

"A year is plenty." Jackson sighed, "..and could you stop eating chips in my ear!" He whispered/shouted.

"Could you guys be any more annoying? I turn my headset on for two seconds and you guys are already chatting up a storm." Rolan complained from the other line. 

"Oh hey Little! How's the single life working out for ya?" Alex chuckled

"Shut the fuck up man-"

Jackson sighed and tuned the two men out, looking around for the short-haired beauty, who's heart will soon no longer be pumping. 

As if on cue, Jackson saw within his night vision lenses the black haired vixen. With a curvy yet tall figure, she waltzed into the Monson Hotel. 

"I have a visual on the target."

Alex let out an involuntary gasp, before shuffling around and mildly cursing. Jackson had to chuckle at his unprepared behavior, while he could have sworn he heard Rolan whisper "idiot".

"Uh okay uh" Alex cleared his throat. "Target is approaching stairs, not the elevator. I repeat, target is approaching stairs."

"I bet she's trying to be avoided by the cameras, silly girl. We have the whole perimeter surrounded with surveillance" Rolan chuckled

"She will be arriving at targeted room in T minus three minutes." Alex whispered, typing away on his computer. 

Sierra Sibley, or Nigeriana as they call her in the news, is a seductive out of control crazy killer. She manipulates, destroys, and kills for a living. So far, she has brutally murdered seven guys and five witnesses to her murders. Rumor has it that her third murder was her own fiance, but there's no specific proof of that. 

The organization has been trying to track her down for months, whereas they could only manage to find out her fake names that she uses. There was this one incident where they had cornered her down by foot into an ally way. Rolan was on that job, but she had gotten away in the blink of an eye before they could catch her. 

She's a real sneaky bitch. But that was all about to end tonight.

"Target approaching room, don't fuck this up. There's half a million dollars on this 'gal" Alex spoke softly. 

Jackson could only see the left side of the hotel room, which included the bedside lamp and half of the unmade wreck of a bed. He took a shaky breathe as Nigeriana approached the slightly cracked open window, giving him the perfect view and shot. 

Nigeriana didn't probably notice the opened window, because she stripped off her blouse right in front of them. 

"Woah." Alex said from the headset. 

"What? What do you see?" Rolan complained, mostly because he doesn't have the chance to see when he's in the hotel lobby, scoping out just in case something goes wrong. 

Jackson rolled his eyes and took off his safety lock on the trigger, looking into the lens to make sure that she was still in view. He preferred to to get things quick and over with, a bullet resting in her heart so that her evil blood could stop pumping its-

"Hey Jack!" He heard an all too familiar voice in his headset, that definitely did not match Alex's.

What. 

 "I was wondering what you wanted for dinner tomorrow tonight."His soon to be fiance's voice echoed through his ears, cursing violently to himself as he tried to find his target without Alex's instructions. 

Who the fuck connected the phone to his headset?

"Baby? You there?" Vanessa questioned confusingly. 

"Yeah, u-uh baby I'm going to have to call you back" Jackson's heart started beating rapidly as he desperately tried to take the shot, but the vixen was no where to be seen. 

"Yeah but I want to know-"

"Anything I don't care love you bye." He didn't even give her a chance to respond, before shutting her line off the headset, only to be met by Alex's screams. 

"What the hell! You had an open window for five seconds! What were you doing dumbass!" 

"I-I'm sorry, I-I" 

"Forget it Kaufman, I'll handle it myself." Rolan said before shutting off his headset and taking matter into his own hands. 

Jackson rushed up and grabbed the hookline out of his black bag and hooked it to the window. As quick as a cheetah, taking the 9mm pistol and aiming it at the window, striding his way inside the room. 

Rolan and Jackson barged into the room at the same time, but only to be met with the messy bed, and no trace of Nigeriana. 

"Nice going dumbass." Rolan sighed, before putting his pistol back into it's pouch. 

"That's impossible, how'd she get away so quickly?!" Jackson sighed of frustration. 

Rolan walked over to the bed and picked up a piece of crumbled up paper. "I think that's the least of your worries right about now."

"Give me that." Jackson snatched the paper out of his reach, before his stomach started to churn and boil over the words.

Next time, try not to get distracted while attempting to assassinate a serial killer, much love. - ss

P.S. You should probably check on your little girlfriend.