They were all together at the end, came the sad thought, Looking on at the last of her kin, as they lay there motionless. Her grand parents and parents, beyond her reach in all sense of the word. She closed her eyes as if in prayer placing her open palm on the glass, then abruptly turning and leaving, only looking back just before she closed the door behind her. Pete was seated patiently waiting in the hallway. He stood up quickly at her sudden appearance not expecting her back so soon.
Her memories then took her to their house, the place they died, ironically it's also the place where she was born and spent half her life in, she couldn't bare being in there any more, and it always had been her place of solace, the only place she felt safe and at peace. Never again now it was tainted, by blood and evil deeds. All the evidence was still there telling a gruesome story. It didn't help that she was trained and skilled in such matters and was able to read it with ease. It was an execution, done clean and fast, her family didn't stand a chance, bastards didn't even spare the dog poor old Tommy. By the looks of it, it was a professional hit, she had wondered why or who they had been after, trying to piece it all out, plus it didnt make sense how personal it seemed. Were they after her? or something her dad knew or did? being a retired embesseder to Morroco, or were they after their family business secrets? it being a multinational organisation. Then she made it to her old room, where as she had been informed, at her insistence the heads had been left, they had been decapitated.
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Makings Of A Rogue
ActionThe lines between right and wrong are blured when the bad she has fought all her life catches up to her and the term fight fire with fire now makes alot of sense. Meet special agent Alane
