MG FF: Femme Fatale (2)

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Femme Fatale

PROLOGUE

A field of green sprinkled with red.

Deadly dew on the grass.

A flash of blue, immobile and barely visible amongst the pool of blood.

She stirred awake, only to let out a silent scream as she took in the bodies surrounding her. No sound came out of her blood filled mouth, she could only scream within.

Her silent scream mingled with the silence around her, for no living creature would stay amongst the carnage. A field soaked with blood was no place for the liviing, yet she was there still breathing.

All alone, she was all alone.

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"Ahhh..." The man let out a groan of ecstasy as she gently took his trousers off, letting her hands press down with a feather light touch. His eyes greedily stared at her breasts that were scantily covered with a lacy bra.

She bent her head down so that her breath brushed across his sensitive skin and waited till he was looking right at her eyes. IT was then that she had her knife out and with a single movement cut across his neck.

She felt the blood over her gloves, the heat seeping through it to tingle on her skin even if the wet feeling could grasp on. She let a single drop slide down her finger and onto his face.

She was straddling his prone and naked body on the bed. The sheen of sweat that covered him was soon replaced with the hot flow of blood, steadily pouring out.

Without any disgust or fear, indeed any emotion at all she slowly got up from the bed, letting her near naked body glisten in the faint moonlight that had managed to sneak through the window.

She let a sneer grace her face as she looked at the dead body, one that she had just been on the verge of having sexual relation with only moments ago. Greedy and lustful pig, she only thought of him with disdain.

Should it have bothered her to kill him while nearly sleeping with him? Not really because she wanted the man to know that it was his own weakness that led to his destruction. Never underestimate the beauty that can hide the evil and destruction within a person.

She was like ice; beautifully sculpted but still frozen. Yet she would not melt for the cold came from within herself, prolonged by scars of a past that controlled her future.

Kumar Nandurkar MP was far from a pleasant man, with a history of corruptions, perversions and the ability to slide out of vulnerable situations he was a stain on society. So she felt only satisfaction as she cleaned his blood of her hands.

Another job done.

She let herself slide out of window, not caring that it was on the 14^th floor for she was adept and dexterous enough to get down.

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General Kashyap was one of the most revered men within the military and the government. He was vital to the defence strategy of the country and was known to be fearless.

But even he bowed to down to a greater opponent. Not opponent Kashyap, ally, he tried to convince himself.

He felt sweat drip down his back as he stared at the figure covered by the shadow sitting on his cabinet. He might have been in his own office but he understood that the person in front of him would forever be at an advantage. He was trained as a soldier, she was trained not only as a soldier but an assassin with all emotions and hesitations stamped out.

"Umm...Ms.." He was confused on how to address her. Only the most powerful people in the country knew about them, the nameless organisation, but not who ran it nor did they have any clue about the deadly agents.

"Agent 2." The words were crisp with only a wisp of cynical amusement. The clear voice without any distinct accent would be impossible to place anywhere. "What's the job Kashyap?" The ignorance of his rank clearly showed her lack of regard for his position or power. For someone in the business of death, social hierarchy didn't exist for it did not discriminate.

"Are you the boss?" He asked in a small but calm voice.

"None of your business." The shadow moved slightly, as if getting up. "State the job in seconds or we'll leave." Not I, we. It meant that the whole plan hinged on this second.

"Wait!" He quickly took out the folder and threw it over to her. "This is the job."

"Kill or protect?" Bland words that showed no preference for either options.

"Protect." Kashyap shuddered at the other option. "Maan Singh Khurana is the richest man in the world, with business in defence, construction as well as electronics. We want you to protect him-"

"We know who Mr Khurana is." The figure jumped up from the cabinet. "It'll be done."

Kashyap quickly tried to get a word in before the agent left, "When will we next meet?"

"Not for you to decide." With that the lights turned on the room, leaving Kashyap by himself.

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