Blood Money

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Danielle smiles to herself, she's found the dragon's lair. It's sufficiently remote that she'll be able to do something that she's wanted to do now for some time. She goes to the car and opens the trunk and pulls out her grenade launcher. She loads it with incendiary grenades. 

She goes to a location that is within prime shooting distance and has a clear shot. She adjusts her location and takes aim shooting more grenades. Soon the flames from the grenades are burning brightly. In no time the flames are beyond their control and people flee from the house.

She has her gun out and looks from her new location for the bitch that has haunted her for years. She finds neither Chet or her dear old auntie.

But she does find someone that makes her curse her stupidity.

She takes aim and kills the one that seems to be in charge. The others scramble trying to find hiding places. She sends one more shot.

The man that she saw flinches but still runs for cover. Bastard. She wipes her tears away.

Danielle ditches the hotel where she had checked into earlier and finds herself another one. With Trevor with the enemy she has to do the unexpected. She smiles.

She gets out a wig and covers her brightly colored hair. She drives to the fanciest hotel in the city. Pulling up she gets out and opens the trunk. She allows the hotel workers to take her bags and park the car. She struts into the hotel as if she owns it. Going into the hotel she demands their most expensive suite. Then hands them her new credit card.

She follows the bell hop to the Presidential Suite. She looks neither right nor left, her nose held high in the air as if she smells something bad.

She tips the worker and goes to her bedroom. She slips out of the wig and goes to take a shower. After that she puts on her swimsuit and decides to spend some time in her private pool and hot tub.

She finishes her relaxation and showers once more.

Coming out she places weapons about her. Some disguised as jewelry or hair decorations. Some of those are very difficult to see. Then she dresses very carefully. She heads out of the hotel and sets out for shopping and looking to see where she will be targeting this night.

She sees one of the men that was set to guard her at the hospital and she watches where he goes and finds herself interested. A club, from what she knows it's one of the hottest clubs in the city. She smiles, it looks like she's found her next location to target.

At the very least she'll be paying back that bastard Chet. She never could stomach liars. She can understand withholding information, but outright lying and promising and betraying you, nuhuh. She feels sorry for her target though. All he was doing was what his boss ordered him to do. Not his fault his boss is a lying asshole.

She refuses to think further on that line. There is more than one lying asshole in this story.

Danielle heads back to the hotel. There she takes out the bags of clothes that she bought. She waves off the help of the bell hop and heads to her room.

Danielle eats in her room. She's rather nauseous but she forces herself to eat. She can't afford to pass out at the club tonight. If she does then she'll be killed. Not that that matters but she'll be killed before she finishes what she came here for.

Once more she dresses to kill. There are even more instruments of death about her person this time.

She takes the new shoes she bought earlier and puts them on. Now standing four inches taller she takes her clutch and makes her way out of the room. She doesn't even look back once even though she might never return.

Danielle is let in the club before she even makes it up to the bouncers. She blows the bouncer a kiss. She watches in amusement as the bouncer blushes. 

She heads to the dance floor forgoing her preferred place of the bar. She has to act as unlike herself as she can. She gets out on the dance floor and it doesn't take her long to start dancing. Getting into her new persona she starts grinding with another female.

She feels bad for leading her on, but all in the name of the game. She smiles at the woman after the dance is over. The woman drags her off the dance floor and to the bar. Danielle is willing at this point. She doesn't even demur as the woman buys her an alcoholic drink. 

She's pretty sure that she's been seen and targeted by those in the VIP lounge. Sure enough even before she can take her first pretend drink she and the woman that she's with are approached by a bouncer. "There's someone that would like to meet you two."

Danielle looks over to the woman and raises her eyebrow. The woman nods and so Danielle shrugs. She doesn't want to look triumphant so she lags just behind the other woman.

A man steps in her way. Danielle has to be very careful. Jeremiah. Shit. She pretends to trip and lands on him. She spills her drink all over him. "I'm soo sorry." 

Jeremiah looks at her and his eyes open wide. "Da-" Danielle shoots him an angry look and he shuts up. "Look where you're going."

"I said I was sorry. I'll pay for the cleaning. Here," Danielle digs out money from her clutch. "Get the hell out of here Jeremiah, unless you're with them."

"I'm not taking your money you bitch." Jeremiah just let her know that he's not with them. He shakes off the bouncer that grabbed hold of him. "I'm leaving just let me get my jacket."

She isn't allowed to watch to make sure that Jeremiah left since her bouncer started taking them up the stairs at this point. She just hopes that what she did is enough to protect him.