Kill me, you know you want to.

Kill me, you know you want to. Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

I land in Beijing on my private jet, under the name Tara Adams. It's pretty crowded as I get off but my sun hat gives me some privacy. No one looks at me for longer than necessary as one of my own smuggles me past the security guards and into the main bit. My hand tightens around my over night bag as I sit down on a deserted bench and wait for a few minutes. A Chinese man, slightly balding with alligator shades and baggy jeans, drops a envelope on my lap while passing, no one notices. 

I quickly rush to the bathroom and huddle in a stall, while flipping through the information. A picture of my target is in the first slip. He's a young man, maybe twenty six-twenty eight with white blonde hair covering his eyes. He's not Chinese but looks like he's from Russia. The file provides all the information I need to know about him; his name is Aleksia Montreal. He has three children, two boys, one girl with his American wife Cindy. He also has a Polish mistress (which his wife knows about) and has one child with her. He specialises in shipping highly explosive bombs around the world and has nearly escaped being charged.

In the bottom of the envelope I find car keys and a hotel key card. The Ritz-Carlton, is the name of the hotel, a very sophisticated and expensive hotel that I have once dined in. I stuff them in my dress before leaving the bathroom and jumping in a cab.

"Yes?" The man turns and asks in a hardly comprehensible accent.

"The Ritz-Carlton, please." I order and he nods, turning out of the airport and into the city. Even though it's morning, the city still looks as beautiful and bustling as last time. Millions of people from all around the world are here, shopping, chatting, taking pictures and what not. But why am I here? To kill some people....Sounds nice...

"You here for the festival?" The driver asks, looking at me through the mirror. I duck my head slightly, prentending to take out my phone while I shake my head.

"No, I'm here on business." I reply, rolling through my contacts aimlessly.

"What kind of business?" Nosy guy we have here.

"Oh you know, this and that, nothing special..." I mumble and he scrunches his eyes up, looking at me accusingly.

"Oh, I get it.." He whispers after a long moment. My head snaps up and I look at him with raised eyebrows.

"And what exactly do you get?"

"Nothing, I won't tell." He says, with a tight lipped smile. I duck my head down, scrolling through my contacts again (not that I need them, I know the numbers I need off by heart).

After another ten minutes of dodging in and out of traffic, we finally arrive at the hotel. He turns to me slowly.

I jump out before he can say anything and walk to his open window where he frowns.

"You really should watch who enters your taxi-" I stop and look at his drivers licence on the window, "Mr Chang. You never know what they'll do to you." I smile truthfully, while stuffing three hundred bucks into the front of his shirt. 

I walk away, knowing that he's scared shit-less and won't even dare speak of me again. To him, I'm just another ordinary customer who tipped him really high, even if it was in American money. 

"Good morning, Miss. May I take your luggage?" A boy boy asks. I check him out while he's taking my one travel bag. But I don't check him out the way normal teenagers do, I check him out for guns or blades. Let's just say that the only thing hidden in this guys pants is his phone, and I doubt he's going to kill me with that.

He leads me into the hotel as I take look out. Old couple. Young couple with baby. Two young teenagers. A child crying. A young man at the front desk. All of them without a weapon. Good. I think my stay here will be pleasant.