Felicia walked into the bank with her hair covering the right side of her face. The black of her hair matched the black suit she wore. She looked as if she was there for business, but her face was unreadable. Stoic. She approached the golden doors of the elevator and pushed the down button. The guard watched every motion of her tall body. Everything proportional. He adjusted his belt as the elevator doors closed her off from the outside world. “Pig.” She said as she turned to face the rear of the empty elevator and placing one foot on the railing against the back wall and propelled herself up and with one motion opened the escape hatch at the top of the elevator. As it opened her hair was thrown wild by rushing wind. In less then two seconds she was standing a top the lowering box. “This is far too easy. The Company better provide more exciting jobs after this interview.” Felicia had a nasty habit of talking to herself. She smiled as she walked to the edge of the falling platform, she was entering the subbasement and could feel the cooler air start to hit her. Three more feet and she would be there. She calmly stepped off the platform and onto a crossbeam of the elevator shaft supports.
In front of her was the air duct that she needed. “Lovely” she smiled. But as she reached for the grate to pull it off she noticed fingerprints. “Damn…not the only applicant.” She pulled back her hand and reaching into her knee high stiletto boot, pulled out a small hunting knife and placed it on her belt for easier access. It was one of her favorites. She smiled as she pulled off the grate and entered the air duct.
Pulling grate back into place she watched as the elevator made its way back up to the main floor. With barely any room at all she twisted her body around and made her way silently towards her destination. She remembered what it had been like on her first job with the Russians. She smiled as she made her way through the messy tracks of her competitor, he wasn't that good at hiding his trail. The Russians had hired her for three years to follow a ‘subject of great importance’ they had said. He was a pig just like the rest of them and deserved what she finally gave him. The Russians however didn’t want him killed so publically. That was a fond memory when they had finally paid her. A little ransom never killed anyone…well actually it did, but she had to get her five million somehow. Felicia almost laughed aloud at the memory of her last employer. She didn’t think they would give her a reference. But then again she didn’t really need one.
She reached the end of the air duct and the only way was down. Peering through the vent she could see a tall man, well built. Early thirties standing up against the wall listening for anyone on the other side. Idiot! Felicia thought You should always watch your back. She made sure the knife was where she wanted it on her belt and raised her hands together like a hammer above the vent. She wasn’t always perfectly silent. Sometimes she enjoyed making noise. A smile graced her face as she brought her hands down hard. Hitting the vent down and through the hole, she finessed her body through the opening. A perfect front flip without touching the sides of the vent. She landed silently but her hammer hit had turned the competition on his heels and he reached for his gun as she pounced on him, pulling up her knife to his throat.
Dean was slammed up against the wall. A young girl in black held a knife to his throat. He was taken completely off guard and nearly pissed himself. “Who…who the hell are you?” He stuttered as she pressed a very sharp knife hard into the skin on his throat. His mind raced. He had three weapons. None were easy grabs from this angle. It would have to be a fist fight.
“So you here for the interview too?” Her voice was odd. It wasn’t American but he couldn’t place it, which immediately pissed him off because he had been a language specialist with the Navy Intelligence.
“I guess so.” He held is hand out to shake her hand. She took a step back. Perfect. She reached for his hand, a smile across her face.
“You haven’t done many of these interviews have you?” She smirked. He lunged for her hand and pulled her hard towards him and kneed her quick and sharp in the gut. But missed the knife with is left hand. She was quick.
“I have been to a few.” was his response to her question. His knee told her that he wasn’t joking. That was stupid of her. She pulled back and held her knife up ready. So it was a dance that he wanted.
“Oh I was hoping for some fun!” Felicia said joyously.
please add the rest of the story soon. thanks.
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