I sigh flipping through channels, there is nothing on television worth watching any more. After about ten minutes of horrible "dramatic" shows a knock on the door pulled me out the mindless lull of boredom I was in. I got off the couch and walked to the door. Upon opening the door I find two adult men, they were well taller than me.
"Are you Mercury Fox?" asks the shorter one showing no emotion what so ever, he also had a thick German accent.
"Yes" I say.
"Mrs. Fox. We are here to kill you. We do not often kill children, but when children are as dangerous as you we can not afford any...chances" says the taller one, he as well having a German accent. I nod and motion them inside, one raises an eyebrow but agrees as soon as his partner steps into the main entrance.
"Please sit down. Make yourself at home" I say ushering them to the living room. "Would you like anything to drink." They both nod.
"For someone who is going to die, you are a very hospitable girl." I smile and nod, then walk to the kitchen. While pouring their Tea I get a bottle of Chloroform down from the cabinet. As I pour just the slightest bit in their glasses I hear hushed voices speaking German. I understand what they say and listen closely.
"das Mädchen kann nicht vertraut werden, wenn sie versucht alles, sie zu töten sofort."
"ja, ich habe gehört, sie ist der Kopf der Death Skull Betrieb." I scoff. Really I am not the just the brains of the operation, I am also the brute force. I cut open a lemon and squeeze in some trying to hide the scent of the chemical. I take a quick smell of both glasses and make sure they are safe. Smiling, I place the glasses on a tray and bring the tray out to my "guests". I sit it down on the coffee table and they pick up their glasses slowly. They both smell their glasses.
"It pains me that you don't trust me" I say pouting, then I take a sip of my tea. They both drink their tea slowly, but they finish it all. I begin counting, all I have to do is keep them busy for about five minutes as the chemical sinks into their stomach acid. Chloroform, used as a sedative when inhaled, but when ingested it causes headache, stomach pains, and then death. They stand and each pull out guns. I remain seated.
"Really? Guns. You came to kill me, with guns" I say scowling. They are both sweating and look as if they are in pain, I hold back a smirk and keep a straight face. "Guns are so unoriginal and unimaginative. But if you must use them."
"We are known as the Gentlemen. What flowers would you like at your funeral?" asks the taller one, holding a notepad.
"Black roses and blue daisies." After few times off dropping the pen he is finally able to write down what I said.
"Any last words" the other asks as he aims his hand shaking violently. He winces and blinks.
"Three." As the words come from my mouth they both drop to the floor their guns going in different directions.
"Sweet Dreams, Boys."
I leaves there bodies where they are. I walk to the home phone and call headquarters.
"This is not good" I think "I hope Samantha and Ian are okay."
