The girl shut her laptop as a flight attendant walked past. There could be no witnesses.
She opened the laptop. Her boss's face reappeared.
"Clear," she said. He continued.
"Bavol Tui. Spiritual leader. Amber Halls hotel, room 408," he said. She nodded.
"Accident or suicide?" she asked.
"Either. I'll send his file later. I'm giving you three days."
"I only need two."
"As you wish, Agent. Have a good flight to Houston."
She closed her laptop for good. Why world leaders were meeting in Texas, she couldn't imagine. But it didn't matter. She traveled everywhere in her profession. The profession of killing.
She watched rain clouds roll past. Eventually, the plane descended into the city. She escaped the plane with her baggage, eyeing those around her. She hated busy places like airports. She quickly found a way out and stood in the parking lot. She turned on her ear piece.
"Agent JEN9 requesting transportation," she said.
"Got it," a voice crackled.
She stood in the muggy night air alone. A man brushed past her. She felt him slip car keys into her hand.
"It's parked over there," he murmured. Then he disappeared into the night.
Agent JEN9 smiled. This Bavol Tui had no chance.
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Proof That Assassins Can Change
Krótkie Opowiadania"Do you think life is precious?" "I've taken too many lives to believe that." An assassin meets her match. A journey of hope and bravery. Short story originally created for a contest.
