The Ghost

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I am the Ghost,the most feared assassin in the world ,when you hear I am coming for you there is nothing you can do about it. I work for the money only. When your death is ordered ,you are sure to die,I do not ask questions.
If you need me you would find me .But I have a conscience...... which is bad for an assassin.

            Some place Downtown California, USA. 6:05 AM.

     Rrrriiiinnnggg .....ugh..oh 'come on its morning already'... Bernard Lenard groaned..he was twenty five years of age and had completed  college with good grades....he still lived with his mum and she had pressured him to get a job...a suitable one too. He obliged and had gotten a job at the prestigious Balme Bank.He had worked there for three years now and had slowly risen from errand boy to personal assistant to the boss himself ,Mr Daniel Balme.        

     "Hey, Ben  get up you have to go to work", Mrs.Lenard called. She loved her son so much and she was sorry she forced him into his job but she felt it was necessary.... She was sure Matthew would have thought the same,if he was alive,"I am coming!" She heard Ben call back.A few minutes later she saw her son coming down the stairs all dressed up for work. Wow that was fast she said.

     "Good morning mum" he bent and kissed her on her cheek.  He grabbed some toast and out he went hailing a cab to get to work.
         "Balme Bank 23rd street" he told the driver,he really hated his job but the pay was okay so he had to go with it.His mum forced him to get that job,he knew his dad would have disagreed with his mum,if he was alive.

         City of Paris, France. 10:22 AM.

       "Good morning Agent Devant" her boss said, "how are u this morning?"
       "I heard u  wanted me?", she said                                                                                              
        "Yes I did ,head of the FSS(French Secret Service), Mr.Mòntè said to her,"follow me" .
Melissa followed her boss to his office wandering what it was that he wanted. "Sit," he ordered.
     Look at these he slid some files across the table to her. Melissa took the file and opened it immediately and the first thing she saw was a picture of Mr Daniel Balme in a suit .
      " What exactly is this?" She asked.
     "That's your new assignment", this man's wealth is really suspicious and he is one of the most powerful men in the world.
       Melissa asked "what has that got to do with France,Sir?"
"Oh a lot actually" He continued "recently an FBI agent was killed whilst investigating him ,they have lost five of their best on that case! So they asked for help from us"he said this with a smirk."They have promised to pay a huge sum and also give us sophisticated gadgets, the ones we need".
       "Your flight leaves at ten am tomorrow morning". "Be ready".  "Now if you would excuse me I have a call to make".
      "Of course sir" she replied as she left the office.
        "Oh come on" she thought to herself "not yet five days and I already have a case"
Then something occurred to her, she turned back and went into the office ,Um Sir? ,Mr Monte,"I was wondering how those agents died and who am I to be reporting to?",as she said this she noticed her boss try hastily to end a call he was making, she was not sure but she thought he said something like " yes tomorrow at ten".
    "Ah yes"he replied "about that, it was the ghost that killed them , I am sure you have heard of him".

      Of course she had,every one in the espionage world had heard of him , or her ,not many people knew .

           Detroit City 11:57 PM.

      Head Investigator Livingston and his mistress just arrived from dinner and planned to have a enjoyable night ,she threw him down to the bed and started ripping off his clothes ,he did the same to her, "oh baby baby" he groaned, she replied in a seductive voice "yes honey I am here" ,they started kissing furiously and then took it from there.
      An hour later they were still not tired and decided to try something else , she snaked her hand down and started rubbing him till he was really hard. She sent her head down slowly with a tongue trailing down and down .She started to  put it inside her mouth and changed her mind suddenly, she said in that seductive voice honey you know we missed desert right....let me get some for us ,I would be back in a minute
    Livingston thought to himself ,oh this is the life ,he was going to make so much money from the evidence tapes and  papers Agent Lillard had given him before he died mysteriously.
     She went to get ice cream from the fridge and tore the packet open ,it was creamy white , she heard a groan  and moved towards the kitchen door,she sensed someone  behind her and turned quickly ,nothing was there and she picked up the ice cream and left, if she was observant she would have noticed that it had a spoon in it  or that it seemed  whiter than before.
      " Honey I am back" she said,
        " what took you so  long" he asked ,what do  u need that ice cream for",
     "oh honey just wait and find out" she replied,
      she fetched a spoon of it and placed it on his cock ,
        "Oh ,Ah, mmm" , he kept groaning, she started using her hand to rub the cream all around and proceeded to suck it .
      A minute later both Livingston and his mistress were screaming their heads off but not from pleasure but from pain.
        Then they both  lay on the bed dead.

    The Ghost came out of his hiding place, put his gloves on and proceeded to search for the tapes and papers Mr.Balme had sent him for .He found them easily and left the house. On his way home he was thinking of how clever his plan  was ,putting sodium cyanide into the ice cream ,this of course is poisonous, and the woman died from it through her mouth and the agent died through his lust, a good job done he congratulated himself.