FLOWERS

Jasmin

Las Vegas, October 24th, 2009

Franklin Brinmstean. The Mercenary. The Cat.

It was late afternoon and Franklin was cleaning his sniper. She wiped the scope like a mother wiping a baby's face. Gentil and loving. Not like she would be able to tell. She never had a mother. But to her guns, she was the mother. Each one was carfully handled by her, and if any of them were ever damaged, which had only happend once during a shootout, she would annialaite anyone in her path until that gun got the care it so desperatly needed. She grew up with her guns. Cared for them like a little girl with her teddy bear. They were the only family she had knew. The only part of life she could truely trust

So, when Alonzo called her up and asked if she'd do a favor for him involving her beloved guns, it was all she could do to say yes. She hadn't been able to play with her children in so long. She needed her hit of blood and they did too. And the money on top of it was just the icing on the cake. $400,000 for two kids and a taxi driver was quite a nice price. A hit like that usually only realed in 20k, but it was obviouse that this was important to Alonzo. And he had the bills to back it up.

And the best part was the tracker that had been so easily placed on the bottom of Marvin's car. This was going to be the easiest kill she had ever gone through with... So she decided to make it a challange.

She parked herself in a hotel sweet in The Grandview of Las Vegas. A solid two miles away from her target's hotel, the Rio All-Suits Hotel and Casino. A much cheaper choice that she could only assume was more in the three of their budget.

Now, the instructions were to shoot and kill the taxi driver and only horribly mame the two kids. Alonzo wanted them alive for his show. So, a two mile sniper hit would not kill a victim inless it was a headshot. The bullet would not go any further through their body. That was a joke by the way. Bullets kill no matter how far a person is. Never the less, it would more likely seriously mame rather than kill. And a shot from two miles was a challange that Franklin Brinmstean had never attempted. And honestly, she was really excited to give it a shot. No pun intended.

For now though, she would wait. She was a patient woman. Waiting was most of what assasination was anyway.

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"Shit!" Marvin slammed his hand down on the Blackjack table. "I thought I was good at this game!"

"Well, Marvin. This game isn't really skill based. It's luck." Sam chimed in. "Also, maybe gambiling every dime we have away is probably not the best option."

"You playing again, sir?" The woman running the Blackjack table asked Marvin.

"I only have, like a dollar left..." He checked his wallet.

"Marvin! You spent all of our money!? What are we gonna do now!?" Sam's face fell into his hands.

"Well, I thought if I gambled a little, I could get us some more money!" He argued.

Before they could continue their bickering, Lilly walked over to them holding a pile of chips tucked into her blouse like a kangaru. She walked over to them with a huge smile on her face and laid them all on the Blackjack table and nodded at the dealer.

"Are you betting all of it, young lady?"

She nodded again.

Sam and Marvin looked on in all as Lilly sat down at the table with confidence. She pushed her chips into the betting ring and arched her back with a yawn.

The Dealer dealt her hand with a king on top and delt Lilly a two of hearts and a three of spades.

"Lilly, your not gonna wanna do this. Call it off that's all the money we have." Sam lowered himself to her ear. "Marvin lost everything."