He watched as a woman got out and went into the house. Then a man climbed out, he was tall, very tall and he had the snake tattoo on his chest. Hello, and Haiden took aim. He pulled the trigger and was gratified to see the man’s head explode, brain, blood and bone flying into the pool and around the pool’s edge. That’s going to be a pain in the ass to clean out, he thought as he slipped into the surrounding wood. He ran at a steady lope, hearing the screams behind him. It was dusk, but he could see clearly, his path already crossed earlier.
He crouched when he heard gunfire, but he was already on the downslope of the hill well behind the house. If he kept his head low, he shouldn’t catch any rounds whizzing by his head. He picked up speed and within several minutes was at the road and jumping into his vehicle. He smiled as he pulled away and headed home. It had been a good hit. He’d pull over in about twenty minutes and confirm the hit as successful and then confirm reservations for a quiet meal at a nice high-end restaurant, three hours away.
You had to love a job that could net you up to one hundred thousand for five minutes work. He leaned forward and hit his favorite channel and listened to his jams.
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Imani stood looking over Nobu’s shoulder. She was eating out of a Chinese takeout carton, slurping noodles from the box noisily.
“You shouldn’t eat near these computers Ima.” Nobu grumped.
Imani stepped back, grinning. Nobu was always fussing about his precious. She took another mouthful of noodles and sucked them noisily into her mouth. One of the noodles slapped her in the eye and she rubbed at it.
“So, what is the word on this Michael Davisson? Who is he?” She asked, taking a chair behind Nobu, her cheek bulging with noodles.
“Looks like a Texas representative in the Texas House of Representatives, district 91. Looks like a moderate to conservative. Nothing special. He is highly active on something called TORT Reform.”
“What is that? A pastry?” Imani sniggered.
“Smartass, no. Something about storm chasing lawyers getting jail time for bogus lawsuits with regard to climate change.”
“Okay…. Don’t even know what that means. Don’t care. Sounds like Lawbreaker is some kind of activist or something in government.” Imani shrugged.
“Would seem so. Anyway, your best bet is to hit Davisson during a function at Cinco De Mayo. Looks like a costume party the multicultural festival. Looks like he’s slotted to speak there. Put on your sugar mask baby.” Nobu laughed.
“Idiot.” She laughed. “Davisson sounds good, did Dark Lord come back?” She asked.
“No, not yet. So, sounds like she was pregnant. Asshole. And what kind of friggen name is Dark Lord?” He sniggered.
“Something you’d pick.” She laughed and shoved Nobu. “What’s coming up next?” Imani asked, setting her empty carton down.
“Next week you go to London. Chap needs to be dusted.” Nobu said in an English accent. Imani laughed and smacked his shoulder.
“How did it go on your blind date?” She asked, putting her chin on his shoulder, looking sideways at him.
“He didn’t show, or at least I didn’t see him.” Nobu frowned over exaggerating it.
“His loss. Douchebag.” She said and kissed his cheek.
“Yeah, his loss.”
“So, anything fun for me?”
“I’ve been trolling, and so gross too by the way, but I’ve found a likely candidate. Guy said he could get me a couple of kiddies. Fresh.” Nobu said darkly.
“Bastards. What is the set up and where do I find him?”
“This guy is out in the burbs. I’ve set up a meeting for day after tomorrow, at ten pm. I figure you could go in tomorrow night.” Nobu said, pointing to the address.
Imani looked at it, and watched as Nobu pulled up Google Earth, and zeroed in on the location. It was a nice app. It allowed them to surveil most locales with out actually doing most of the leg work.
“Good, it’s a stand-alone house. Multiple entrances. Bet the children are held in the basement. How long you been working this one?” She asked, studying the house and the surrounding area. She reached in and moved the cursor around, moving the angle as well.
“For over a week. Seems legit. I got the name through a couple of contacts and a couple of my online friends. They credit this guy with quite a few sales.”
“Okay, looks like I can break in or rather just walk in.”
“How do you think you’ll do it?” Nobu asked.
“Once I get there, I’ll know for sure, but maybe just knock on the door, taser him and punch his ticket. Then just call 911. Make sure the kids are okay, and find a place to watch.”
“What about others, I’m sure he has other people there. You know, to wrangle the kids.”
“I’ll take the Ruger with the suppresser. We’ll also do my catsuit and hands.” She said, looking over at her shelves. Her catsuit was designed to keep all DNA contained. She coated her hands in an elastic polymer solution that she’d developed, to keep not only her hands glove free, but to keep any skin cells, and fingerprints from being left behind. She didn’t like wearing it, as to her, it felt ookie. Nobu had to coat her hands in petroleum jelly, very thinly, then she dipped her hands into the solution. It didn’t take long to dry and lasted up to seven hours.
“Okay. Here are some images of the scumbag.” Nobu said
