Luxe

Isaac

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way" I instruct keeping my voice low.

"Does it matter, both ways I end up dead" she spits, I watch her for a second as her skin glistenes with sweat.

"You're right," I say keeping my eyes on her, if there's anything I've learnt in this business it's to never take your eyes of the stock.

"But..." I add in a whisper slowly inching towards her, the fear in her eyes clear as day. I wish I didn't have to kill her in a couple minutes, even in her death hour she remained feisty and filled with sass, she almost reminded me of Diana. "If we do this the easy way, it's quick and painless but if you choose not to co-operate"

I moved towards her until my face is right in front of hers.

"I will torture you until you beg for death"

I say my words inaudible to anything but her and myself.

She begins to cry and like always the smell of urine fills the room.

"How do you sleep at night?" She asks between sobs and I gently pull her head and quivering body into my arms.

"It's okay Rachel...it's okay," I say in consolation while stroking her hair back "it'll be like falling asleep".

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After I finish setting up the scene at Rachel Lye's loft I head to my car and stuff my gloves into a container of  kylope, a solvent created by the US secret services to dissolve evidence.

That might've been my hardest assignment yet, I was quite fond of Rachel Lye she is-was an amazing singer if only she has shut her mouth more often.

I rest my forehead on the steering wheel.

"How do you sleep at night"

Her words replay in my head over and over again.

I call the office and tell them I've completed my mission before driving over there. I supposed I could've just told the chief when I arrived at work but I really need a distraction.

As I approach the large building I read the sign at the top.

Robb's paper company.

I wonder if they even tried to disguise it, I mean Robb's paper company? Really?.

I walk into the main floor and I'm immediately greeted by the secretary and a doorman quickly rushes to my side.

"May I take your coat Sir" he asks calmly taking it off my back along with my brief case and following me into the elevator.

"The eleventh floor Sir" he asks I nod and notice his fingers shake a little bit as he pushes the silver button.

The floors were really just a ranking of agents, floor one are the rookies they mostly deal with hacking, floor two news control, floor three-four are what we call the watchers they keep track of what is being said by who and how the population is reacting to it, floor five-seven deal with threathening people who are......let's just say being bad. Starting from floor eight you've entered the event horizon once they are involved there's no return. But the eight floor mostly deals with the presentation, the scene and how it looks to the population- it's hard to explain. The ninth and tenth floor are the spies, they do all the muscle work, stalk the prey, and manipulate their schedules enough to analyze every single detail of what their death is going to be.

As the elevator comes to a halt and the door opens, we step onto the eleventh floor. These are the scariest people that exist, we are trained to kill as easily as we breath.
We take care of the dirty work, work that no one else wants to do, work that no one else can do. It takes a high level of skill, delicacy and attention to detail to make a persons death look accidental and there's no room for messing up, ever.