His Assassin

Chapter 27: Team

3rd Person POV

"He really said he was gonna kill you, huh?" Vixen asked Jennifer on the phone.

"Yes, this man has us all living in fear," the worried mother responded.

"He doesn't look like much." The assassin scoffed at a framed picture of him hanging on the wall. "From this day forward, you have nothing to worry about. He'll be home any minute now. I'll update you later."

"Thank you so much, Vixen."

Vixen hung up the phone and kept looking around the house. She's already disabled the cameras outside and destroyed the monitor. She was just taking another gander at the place before Cameron shows up.

On a piece of mail in his kitchen, this Kieth Orens guy's real name is Cameron Hill. He works in that office building where surveillance took place. Though he doesn't look like he'd actually kill anyone, he's still guilty of terrorizing a family, and maybe others as well. In Vixen's mind, he'll receive no mercy.

She checked the time on the clock in the living room...9:18PM. Outside, a car pulled up into the driveway; Cameron's blue car, right on time.

For the past 5 days, Vixen has tracked his every move, down to the minute he'd come home from the office. She got into position and waited for when he'd walk in.

The front door opened and closed, the sound of his suitcase touching the ground echoed, then footsteps towards the kitchen followed after that. All according to plan.

Vixen, as silent as a cat, crept over to the suitcase by the door and went after Cameron. With his back turned to her, he wasn't prepared for when she swung his suitcase back and slammed it against the side of his head. If she had hit at a different angle, she could've broken his neck.

"SHIT-" he fell to the ground.

Her foot collided with his ribs to keep him down, then she stomped on his chest and leaned down.

"What...is this?" Cameron could barely breathe.

"Tell me, are you Mr. Keith Orens? Hacking into people's cameras and doorbell systems, telling them shit like you're going to kill them? You think that shit's funny?" She sneered at him.

"I-I don't-" his words were only stutters, but Vixen knew he was trying to deny it.

"Jennifer sent me. She told me everything. What sticks in my head is that you saw she was a mother with a family and you still messed with them. Let them live in fear like that. You're trash." She shook her head.

"I wasn't going to-" his arm was reaching up to her.

Vixen immediately grabbed the obsidian blade in her boot and slashed it across his hand. He jerked it back, shocked at all the red dripping out.

"I'm here to kill you, and I mean that." The merciless assassin tore her perfect blade through his neck, blood spattering around them. Vixen got up and stepped back before there was too much blood to escape from.

Watching Cameron bleed out, she called Jennifer to let her know she could go to sleep tonight knowing she was out of danger.

Her job here is done.

•••

As Vixen parked her Jeep in Andy's driveway, she noticed something sitting on the doormat at the front door. When she walked up to it, it was a black envelope with Andy's name written in white.

Having a feeling of what it means, Vixen quickly grabbed it and got inside the house, activating maximum security.

Cujo barked in his cage to be let out, but he'd have to wait a few minutes while Vixen gave Andy a call.