Caeda: The Art of the Kill
by demented20
She's strong.  She's sexy, and hers might be the last face you see before you die.

He wanted to scream and beg for his life, but it was too late for that now. His eyes darted left and then right looking for hope, but there was none. He was going to die, and there was nothing he could do about it. He clawed at her gloved hands, but she held him in her death grip. He tried to pull her hands off, but they were too strong. Her hands were like small vices on his throat. Her thin fingers had already cut off his air, and she was crushing his trachea. She squeezed more and her forearms hardened. He looked at her face for a trace of mercy.

Caeda's face was emotionless and it barely registered the strain on her body from holding her victim's upper body up by the neck as she killed him. She looked down at him as the panic of death overthrew his sanity. His legs tried to kick and he tried to buck, but his strength was gone. Not that it would have done him any good. Caeda's gymnast trained body was strong enough to take the best he had to offer, but he didn't have much left. It was almost the end. She looked at his face and at his eyes. Many people in her business didn't face their victims, but Caeda could. To her it made no difference. Dead was dead, and killing was killing. She watched as the last sparks of the man's life were extinguished. She opened her hands and let him fall to the ground. There was no need for her to linger to make sure he was dead. She had seen enough death to know the moment it occurred. She turned and walked through the manicured brush towards the walkway looking left and then right before emerging back into plain sight a couple hundred feet away from the freshly dead body.

The sun was shining in New York City's Central Park on a pleasant September afternoon. Caeda looked to her left and saw a bunch of kids playing tag. Their parents lounged on the grass talking about their children, their spouses, and their own secrets. Caeda looked to her right and saw some young adults tossing a frisbee. They were about her age. No one seemed to be paying any special attention to her. It was time to go. She turned to her right and started down the walkway. Just then a frisbee came skidding across the ground in her path. She stopped and looked back to her left, and saw a handsome young guy jogging in her direction. His loose fitting sleeveless muscle shirt was covered in sweat and showed off his arms.

Caeda bent down quickly, picked up the frisbee and threw it back to him while he was still more than 50 feet away. "Thanks", he called out to her.

"No problem", she said and walked away quickly. The guy's eyes lingered on her before he returned to his group.

That was fine with Caeda. She just didn't want him to get a good look at her face. He could look at her body all he wanted. Caeda had a slim, but athletic body that had taken years of training to get, but she had the sort of face that people rarely forgot. She had features a photographer would love. She had a mix of soft lips and great cheekbones with a defined jaw and dramatic eyes. People never forgot her intense icy blue eyes. They complimented her clear skin and contrasted with her dark hair. A few locks of her styled short dark hair fell to one side of her face. She had used her looks more than once to get close to marks. She had been stalking this target for two days. He never knew that she was on his trail. This afternoon Caeda had dressed like a jogger complete with blue jogging pants and a silver top. She was dressed like every other jogger in the park, except Caeda was wearing a white choker around her neck with a Saint Jude medal set into the front of it. She had taken to wearing chokers when she was nine years old. She had good reason then and now, but these days she made more a fashion statement with them. She had dozens of them in all different colors and styles, but the medal was always mounted in the front. Caeda stripped off her gloves and looked at her watch, as she got towards the edge of the park. It was still early in the afternoon. She had time to close another contract.

Her next contract was on a local drug kingpin holed up in a safe house in the South Bronx. Caeda had always liked the Bronx. The people had an attitude that she respected. Caeda had gone back home and changed into her real work clothes, and returned after the sun had gone down. She wore all black. Her tight pants and long sleeve top hugged the contours of her slim lithe body, and made sure that she had full range of motion in all her limbs. That was more important than color. She would have worn bright orange if it allowed her full range of motion. She always laughed at movies when an assassin wore leather. Leather was great for going out or riding a motorcycle, but for sneaking up on someone and killing them without making a sound, it was terrible. Caeda checked her weapons before she got ready to move. She wore her weapons in special pouches on her outfit. She didn't carry many weapons or tools. She carried the minimum for the job and not one thing more. Caeda's work was based on efficiency not firepower.

She crouched on a rooftop half a block away and observed the patterns of the guards on the safe house roof. These guys had a good idea of what security was supposed to be. They weren't lumbering oafs looking for a paycheck or to leech of a powerful man. These men were professionals after a fashion. Caeda took a deep breath and adjusted the choker around her neck. This one was black to match the outfit, but like always, the slightly misshapen St. Jude medal was in the front. She rubbed it and stood up. It was time. She started running. The first couple of houses were only a foot apart, but the safe house roof was across an alley. She wasn't worry about it. Caeda never fell. Even as a child she never fell.

Her foot falls were quiet as she took long strides across the rooftops like a gazelle bounding as much as running. The alley was coming up. She timed her strides for the jump and for the guard's eyes. There was only one instant when they were all looking away. She had less than two seconds to land and get out of sight. She held her breath as she ran. Her eyes were intense and focused as she made her last stride then jumped. She sailed across the space and landed on the safe house parapet wall as silently as if she had landed on cotton. She stepped down onto the roof itself and ducked behind an air conditioner unit. The guard nearest her walked right past her. He would only take two more steps. Caeda pulled a ka-bar knife from its sheath and stepped out of the shadows for an instant. She held the knife in her left hand as she flashed from her hiding place, wrapped her right hand around the man's mouth and plunged the knife into his back severing his diaphragm. With a small almost imperceptible movement, the blade of the knife tilted up just a little and pierced the heart. The guard's death was quick and quiet. She wiped her matte black blade off on the dead man's shirt before sliding it back into her sheath. She laid his body down in the shadow and stalked her next victims.

Caeda next pulled out a terrible weapon that was as good at maiming as it was at killing. It didn't look like much more than a slightly shiny cylinder with a small button on the side. It could have been mistaken for an extending baton, but it was much worse than that. Caeda circled around. The remaining guards would miss their comrade in a moment. She wanted to be ready to strike in that moment of confusion. The two guards turned to circle the roof again and saw their partner gone. Like pro's, they readied their weapons.

Caeda came from behind them and between them. She pushed the button on the side of her cylinder and at the same time whipped her wrist forward. The top of the heavy cylinder opened and a 6 foot long whip came out and wrapped around one guard's right wrist, but this was no regular whip. This one was made of steel wire instead of rawhide and imbedded in the wire were dozens of small razors. They bit into the man's flesh as the whip wrapped around his wrist. Caeda jerked her arm back and the whip came back as well. The razors sliced into his flesh down to the bone severing every tendon and every ligament, and cutting through the bones of the wrist. The man's hand fell to the ground. Blood flowed out from the wound. The guard wanted to scream, but he could not. The shock was too great. The other guard spun with his weapon ready. Caeda's arm was already coming forward. He didn't make it all the way around. Her whip wrapped around his neck. She jerked it back, and his head was severed from his body. Blood sprayed from the neck like a fountain. Both pieces of his body fell to the ground atop the rifle he had been holding. One more snap of her whip killed the handless guard. A twist and a downward shake brought the whip back into the cylinder. She slipped it back into its pouch and went to the door. She opened it carefully and started down the stairs into the building. Her target should be on the top floor.

Caeda's senses were strained to the ragged edge. She had to be aware of everything. She moved close to the wall, but she never touched it. Only the soles of her shoes touched the floor. Her fingers flexed in anticipation of action. She could hear music playing, people talking, and people laughing, and she could smell the stench of marijuana smoke. She moved silently ready for anything. She came to a half open door and peered inside. It was the bathroom, and it was empty. She stepped inside pushed the door back closed and waited. Half an hour later a man stepped inside the bathroom quickly and flipped on the lights. Caeda waited for him to unzip his pants and begin relieving himself before she emerged from behind the shower curtain. She had the ka-bar in her hand again. She slipped behind him and eased the blade under his scrotum. She felt a shiver go all through his body.

"Easy there, hefe. Tell me what I want to know and I'll let you live. Which room is your boss in?", she asked him a voice devoid of emotion.

He turned his head as much as he dared. "What's this? Do you know who I am? I'll have you killed. Raped by 30 fucking men and then killed. You fucking cunt", he threatened in a horse whisper.

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Caeda put a little more pressure against his sack.

"Fuck you, bitch. I won't tell you shit."

Caeda felt him began to inhale to scream for his boys. She pulled the knife from beneath his scrotum and stabbed it into his neck, twisted it and slid the blade back out. Blood sprayed out against the wall, the mirror, the toilet, the floor, but not a drop hit Caeda. She watched the man as he struggled and slumped to the floor. He was propped against the wall dying. He had both hands against the wound in his neck, but blood oozed between his fingers. He looked up at Caeda who loomed over him without a trace of pity. She waited for him to die, then she turned out the lights and walked back into the hall. The bathroom was no good as a hiding place anymore. She checked her boots to make sure she wasn't tracking any blood. She wasn't.

With her knife in her right hand, she went to the next door. The lights were on in this room, but it was quiet. Caeda checked the rest of the hall, and then knocked softly on the door. A Colombian not a day older than she opened the door. His sleeveless t-shirt was dirty, his hair was all over his head, and his pants were buttoned, but not zipped. He looked down at his killer just before she plunged the knife into his torso just below the sternum. The ka-bar slid into his heart. He dropped to the ground inside the room. Caeda left the knife and kicked his legs out of the doorway and closed it behind her. She quickly stepped inside, and pulled out her silenced .22. A half dressed young woman was trying to open a window. She was crying and swearing, but mostly begging for her life.

"Scream and you die."

"I won't scream. I promise I won't scream. Don't kill me."

Caeda never looked directly at the young woman. She didn't want the woman to get a good look at her. "Where's Ramone? Tell me which room he's in, and I won't kill you."

"You promise?"

Caeda's cold blue eyes narrowed. "I can think of ten reasons to kill you this instant, and only one reason to let you live. Are you going to tell me or not?"

"He's in the second room from the front on the other side of the hall."

Caeda searched the young woman's face. She was looking for any trace of deceit. She couldn't find any. As a matter of fact, the woman was handling her situation fairly well considering the circumstances.

"Get on your knees", Caeda ordered. The young woman complied. "Now turn around."

The young woman was shaking and scared for her very life, but she did as Caeda told her. Caeda still had her pistol pointed at the woman as she turned. Caeda took a step closer raised her pistol and clubbed the woman in the side of the head with it. The young woman fell to the floor. She would wake up with one heck of a headache, but at least she would wake up. Caeda bent down and retrieved her knife, sliding it slowly from the dead man's flesh, and using his t-shirt to wipe clean the matte black blade that her foster father had given her on her 18th birthday. He had carried that knife while in the Marines in Vietnam, and it had never failed him. So far it hadn't failed Caeda either.

Caeda saw Ramone's door to her left as crept down the hall, but she wouldn't go to that door just yet. There were a couple more rooms on this floor. The television was on the next room she went to, and the door was slightly open. With her pistol in her left hand, she pushed the door open with her right. The room was empty. It must have belonged to the fellow who was dead in the bathroom. She pulled the door back like she had found it and went to the last door. Music was blaring in this room. She stood with her back very near the wall, but not touching it as she decided the best way to enter the room. She was up the hall from the door towards the front of the building and suddenly the door opened. Caeda held her breath as a burly man exited the room and turned down the hall away from her. He hadn't even seen her right next to him as he left the room. He was heading, with an unsettled gate towards the bathroom. Her ka-bar was about to add one more body to its count. As silent as a summer breeze, Caeda hurried behind him in a crouch only standing to her full height at the last moment. She brought the knife up at the same time and shoved the blade into his neck just behind his right ear. The soft tissue offered little resistance as Caeda pushed all the blade into the man's skull. She slowed his fall by grabbing his shirt with her off hand. There was no time to move him out of the middle of the hall. She counted to thirty and then opened the door to the room with the loud music.

The two men and three women in the room didn't even notice her. There was a pile of cocaine in the center of a coffee table and a piles of different colored pills on the sides. All of them were on the floor laughing and snorting away. She stood next to the door trying to think what to do, but then it came to her. She slipped out the door and back into the hallway. She went back to the dead man in the hall and patted down his pockets until she found his cell phone. She put it in a pocket and went to Ramone's door. He was her target, and Caeda never missed a target. When she left that room, Ramone was going to be dead. She pulled out her pistol and her knife. First she had her knife in her left and her pistol in her right hand, but she decided to switch them. Caeda took a step back, raised her slender, but strong leg, and kicked the door open.

Wood from the door flew in the air and into the room. Caeda burst into the room without the slightest hesitation. Ramone and two of his associates were at a table. They had been talking business. Each of them reached for their gun. They were fast and alert, but Caeda was faster. She reared back her right arm and let the knife fly. Ramone's gun had been on the table next to him. His hand had only been inches away when the ka-bar's blade had pierced his hand and pinned it to the table. He screamed in pain. His two friends would not get to scream. Caeda pointed the barrel at the one on the left and pulled the trigger twice. The silenced .22 sounded like anything other than a gun as it fired. Caeda's shots made one slightly oblong hold in the man's forehead. The other associate had gotten to his pistol, but he never got a chance to aim it. Two more shots sent him crashing down to the table. The table top broke making the knife shift inside Ramone's hand. He wailed in pain. Caeda used her leg and closed the door behind her. She put her pistol down and calmly walked over to the table. Slobber and sweat mixed on Ramone's chin as she came close. Caeda looked down at the terribly jagged wound in his hand. Blood spilled out onto the table pooling next to his hand. She reached out and yanked out the blade. Ramone cried out again. Blood dripped from the blade to the floor.

Ramone scrambled to get away from her. He cradled his injured right hand. "You are fucking crazy!", he yelled in Spanish.

Caeda strode confidently towards him. Her eyes burned like twin blue flames as she looked down at her prey. His back hit the wall and he could go no further. Caeda felt let down. She had heard that this Ramone was a tough guy, but she guess that it was always easy to look tough when you had the upper hand.

She raised her pistol again.

"No, No! I have money! Lots of money! I'll pay you! What are they paying you to kill me?"

"Two hundred and seventy-five thousand. I took this contract at a discount", Caeda answered matter of factly.

"I'll pay you a fucking million not to kill me! Two million!", Ramone yelled and glanced back and forth to the door and to Caeda's face.

Caeda's eyes narrowed. "I have to turn you down. I promised a woman that the man who had taken away her son's father and made her a widow would be killed. That man is you, Ramone. I don't usually deliver messages, but I agreed to tell you that this is for the killing of Judge Alphonso de la Brecca in Bogota six years ago." Caeda looked down her sights.

"No! NO!!", Ramone screamed. Caeda pulled the trigger and the yelling stopped, so did his breathing. She cleaned her blade on his shirt before unscrewing the silencer and then pulling out the cell phone. She dialed 911 and waited for the operator to answer. Once the operator had picked up, Caeda pulled the trigger of her Beretta three more times emptying the rest of the magazine into Ramone's head and chest. She made sure the connection was still active. It was. She was almost finished, and now she was in a hurry. She went across the hall, and slowly opened the door. The people in the room had no idea what had gone on just across the hall. They were still getting higher, if that was possible. Caeda stepped into the room, took the empty pistol and tossed it on the floor next to one of men. He laughed and picked it up then pointed it at the other man. They both thought that was the funniest thing in the world. He pulled the trigger over and over again. The corners of Caeda's sexy lips turned up slightly as she closed the door. That pistol had enough bodies on it. Caeda would leave it for the cops. Of course the only fingerprints the cops would find belonged to Ramone's goon.

Caeda was two blocks away when she saw two cop cars speeding past her down the street towards the building she had just left. They were going to find a mess. Sometimes Caeda liked things neat, and sometimes she like things messy. Once she got further down the street, she checked her watch again. That whole thing had taken just over an hour. It was only 9 pm and she wasn't even tired in the least. She had time for one more. She walked a good distance from the scene of her crime and the caught a bus. She had to get back home to get another pistol. There was one already ready to go. She should probably feed her cat while she was there, but no he could wait. Her last contract was just a couple miles away from her apartment anyway.

Caeda observed her next target as he got out of his limousine and walked into his swank apartment building with a girl on his arm. She would be a complication, but only a minor one. The bigger complication was the building's security. It was as good as security like this could be. The building had several high profile residents. Some were business moguals or movie stars, but others were like Caeda's next target. People who had made their money by more nefarious means. When you work with crooks, you can count on being double crossed. Caeda never gave much thought to what a person had done to deserve to die. She didn't think it her place. It usually worked out that the people who ended up on her hit list ranged from bad guys to downright monsters. Your usual Joe Sixpack with a wife, three kids, and a mortgage rarely had enemies willing to pay big money to have him killed. So Caeda was generally left to killing people who deep down knew that she, or a person like her, was coming. Caeda wasn't the judge or the jury. She left that responsibility to others. She was just the executioner.

Another half hour of observation made it clear to her that she wasn't going to get into that building through any of the doors. The security guards were backed up with cameras and with state of the art communication equipment. It wasn't a problem though. Caeda had certain other advantages that made her job easier. She went to the back of the building away from traffic and the cameras. She looked up at the 50 story building before she stripped off her gloves. That was the only downside. She hated working without her gloves on, but that was the only way. Besides, no cop would think to fingerprint where her hand was about to go.

Caeda took a step back away from the wall, took a deep breath, and jumped as high as she could. Her hand stuck to the side of the building as if with glue. It wasn't glue that made her hands stick, but rather a natural gum made by her body that just wouldn't go through her gloves. She'd had her boots specially made so at least she didn't have to work barefooted with no gloves on. Her lean iron hard muscles flexed and she pulled her body weight up easily. She crawled up the side of the building trying to stay in the shadows and away from windows. Her target was on the 47th floor, so she had some climbing to do.

Caeda climbed and climbed. Her muscles were burning in that good way. She could feel her heart beat and she could feel the muscles tightening and flexing under her clothes. Caeda never gave much thought to being strong. She had always been strong for a woman as slender as she was. It had come in very handy in the past, and it would again tonight.

The streets narrowed into thinner and thinner ribbons as she got higher. The wind picked up and pelted her in the face with who knew what. She turned her face away from the wind and kept climbing. Finally she was there. Caeda pulled her hands off the glass and watched as the clear gum dried and blew into the wind leaving her hands perfectly clean and dry. She put her gloves back on. She had no choice, but she did feel a little vulnerable holding on the side of building by just the small amount of gum that went through her special boots, but that was a danger of business. She reached into her largest pouch and pulled out a glass scoring device. She attached the suction cup, set the scoring head, and then began turning. She turned the top again and again until she felt the thick glass wiggle. She pulled the head off the glass and pulled. Nothing. She put her right hand against the wall, gritted her teeth and pulled harder. The glass finally came out with a pop. Caeda exhaled in relief and then put the glass back in the hole. This time she pushed. This was easier and the sphere of glass went inside the building with no problem. She followed right behind it. She had cut herself into some person's bedroom. Lucky for her, on a Friday night the owner of the apartment wasn't home. She was careful to not touch anything as she left. She was even more careful in searching for cameras. She didn't see any, but she hid her face all the same. There was an alarm system, but it was turned off. Some people always felt safe. Caeda went back and retrieved her glass cutter before leaving the apartment with no other damage than a destroyed pane of glass.

There was a man in a dark suit guarding the door to the mark's deluxe apartment. The guard's eyes swept the area and he looked like he was probably former military. Caeda entered the hall and tried to look non threatening, but that was hard. Her every movement was crisp and confident. Caeda's sleek outfit hugged her every curve. Her slim body was trained and strong, but it hid it so well. Caeda strutted towards the guard. Her sex appeal was undeniable. Her icy blues eyes sparkled as she came closer.

The guard looked Caeda over up and down. Her looks almost hypnotized him, but then their eyes met. He saw past her looks. He could see the danger in her eyes. Her body looked sexy, but her eyes were all business. "Stop right there miss", the guard ordered in his deep voice. Caeda kept walking. The sexy was gone from her stride, but the danger remained. "Stop I said!", the guard demanded. She still kept coming. The guard took a step away from the door.

For some reason Caeda's mood turned darker. She wasn't sure if it was the climb or the fact that this guard looked like he was actually going to try to keep her away from the mark. Caeda didn't slow her stride, instead she came forward with purpose. Her hips swayed side to side and her every movement was controlled as she came closer. The guard opened his jacket and pulled out a tazer. Caeda kept coming. He brought up his arm and fired as soon as he had it at her center mass. The barbs shot towards her. Caeda waited until very last instant and twisted to the side. They both missed. Before the guard could recover, she planted her leg and lunged forward. She spun hard. Her leg whipped through the air kicking the tazer from his hand. It banged again the wall. The guard backed up and then came forward himself. He threw a quick right hook followed by a jab. Caeda caught his wrist, but he twisted and got out of her hold, and brought his arms up. That just made Caeda mad. It was the end of a long day and she was committed to taking out this mark right now.

Caeda's hands shot up from her sides and caught both his wrists in her hands. Caeda's hands were small, but they were strong. Caeda squeezed as hard as she could. His face twisted in pain, but he still felt that he had the advantage. The guard stepped closer and stood to his full height and pressed down as hard as he could. Caeda's legs bent a little, but not much. Caeda always wondered why guys always thought brute strength would defeat a woman. This wasn't normally her style, but Caeda could play his game too. She had trained for years and years. Her body was as hard as tempered steel when she flexed. She grit her teeth and pressed up. She straightened her legs and her arms. She was shorter than him, but he no longer had the advantage. He tried to push down more, but he wasn't strong enough to push her down. Caeda got tired of this little challenge. She put her foot behind his ankle and swept his leg out from under him. He fell to the ground. Caeda tried to come forward to finish him, but he kicked her in the middle of the stomach. She backed up, but didn't go down. Her flat abs had absorbed the blow. Caeda rarely got upset, but now she was pissed.

The guard got back to his feet and charged. He ran forward and threw a punch. Caeda ducked the punch and sent a flurry of her own punches to his midsection. Blows landed with extreme accuracy. He cursed and fell back against the wall. Caeda spun again and sent a kick to the center of his chest. He gasped and slid down the wall. Caeda took another step, but the guard tried to trip her. Caeda's icy blue eyes seethed. She wound up and kicked the guard in the side of the head. A cough sprinkled with blood escaped his lips, but he rolled over quickly got to his feet. He was unsteady, but he was still trying to do his job. He reached behind his back to pull out a gun, but Caeda didn't let him. She slipped next to him and caught his arm. She put her chest against his back and while still holding his arm she twisted her upper body as hard as she could. The guard's arm fractured. She kicked him in the back of the knee. He moaned and fell to the floor. He struggled and tried to roll away from her. He kept his broken arm at an angle, but he got back to his feet. Caeda ran towards him and jumped. Her flying kick hit the guard in the chest so hard he slid across the floor. Caeda grabbed him by the shirt and lifted his upper body. She coiled her arm back and punched the guard in the nose hard. His head rocked back. His eyes glazed over, and Caeda punched him again and again. She let the guard fall down. His head made a hollow thump against the stone floor. Caeda rolled him over and took out the pistol from the holster. She dropped out the magazine and racked the slide before dropping the useless pistol next to him. She then pulled out her own pistol and pointed it at the back of the guard's head. The guard was again trying to move. He was trying to crawl with his one good arm. Blood leaked from his nose and from his mouth and he was hurting all over, but still he was trying to get away. She looked off to her left and saw the guard's wallet lying open. She glanced at it and then she shifted back to the guard's head. She raised her pistol again and lined up the sights out of second nature. She put her finger on the trigger. Caeda had been taught never to put her finger on the trigger unless she was going to pull it. She started to squeeze, but her eyes went back to the wallet. The guard was still crawling, but not getting very far.

Caeda squatted down and took the wallet in her hands. The face of a little girl with pigtails smiled up at her. She was missing a tooth and it made her smile even sweeter.

"Is this your daughter?", Caeda asked just inches from the guard's ear.

"No, no, don't", the guard uttered and tried to reach out with his broken arm to take the wallet from Caeda's hand.

"Is this your little girl?", Caeda nearly yelled in the man's ear.

The man stopped crawling and broke down. "Yes, please don't hurt her. She's my baby."

Caeda's jawline flexed as she squeezed her teeth together. She dropped the wallet and leaned closer to him. "When you go home tonight, give your daughter an extra big hug. Because she just saved your life." Caeda hit the man with her pistol twice. He exhaled and was still. Caeda checked the guard's pockets and pulled out the key card. She went to the door and swiped it. The light turned green and she walked inside. She could hear the mood music playing and the sounds of love making.

Caeda was the very vision of strength and confidence as she followed the moans to the bedroom. She pushed the door open and saw her on top. Caeda smiled and looked at the two of them going at it. The woman was faking it. Normally Caeda would have thought it amusing, but she was in the mood for killing.

Caeda walked to the foot of the bed grabbed the woman by her dyed blond hair and snatched her backwards off the bed. The woman screamed, Caeda dropped down to a knee and banged the woman's head into the floor hard twice. Caeda's mark rolled off the bed and tried to find his gun. Caeda stepped around the bed and kicked the man in the side of the head. His thin arms and flabby body fell to the floor. He pushed himself up to his knees and held out his hands. "Hey! Hey!"

Caeda was in no mood. "Don't make this harder than it has to be." She was suddenly very tired.

The mark looked down, and then he looked back up at Caeda's beautiful face. "Don't I get a last request?"

Caeda sighed and considered it. "Okay fine, but don't ask for anything stupid."

The man seemed to consider things careful and then he got a sly smile. "Don't kill me!"

Caeda frowned and pulled the trigger twice. The body slumped forward. She stepped over the still naked hooker and left the apartment. The guard was still unconscious on the floor in the hall. Caeda went back into the other apartment and climbed out of the hole she had cut. Caeda looked down at the ground and she was even more tired, but there was no easy way down. Perhaps three contracts in one day was too much even for her.

Once she was on the ground, Caeda allowed herself to relax. She started walking towards her apartment, but she was worn out. It was the end to a long hard day. Caeda decided to stop at a liquor store and grab a bottle of Patron. Killing was thirsty work.

To be continued...

This story is a little different than what I've done in the past.  I hope everybody enjoyed it. More Caeda to come very soon!

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