The Merlot Wins Everytime

I'd recently been told that my writing was very graphic, precise & articulate, well that was news to me as I'd always assumed I had terrible writing & spelling well that was according to every teacher whom ever had the privilege of being my tutor, I absolutely hated school it was either to boring uninteresting repetitive or all of the above at once. It didn't help that my mother use to belt me every time I miss read or spelled a word wrong, I'm not sure what was worse the belting or going to school they both were equally terrifying & just as unhealthy, so as I got older so did my desire to become someone that know one would mess with or even consider me a threat till it was to late for them or anyone who got in my way, but while doing what I enjoyed so much I wanted to be payed exceptionally well for my profession.

I had a pretty sweet setup going on, I was feminine but extremely deadly I could throw a knife better then most men, rifles, silencers, any gun I could unload & reload in 5sec's flat weapons new or old whatever was on the market, it was wise In my profession to know anything & everything that I could use to element my target or targets, every kind of martial arts anyone could learn or possibly know I new, I was good at what I did discrete, unknown and expensive depending on the requirement of the job, plus know one ever thought there was a female out their that would be capable of doing the things that we're expected.....All the while making the mark look suicidal or an accident never using the same method twice & never leaving any trace.

I was perfect in every sense of the word, I guess that's why I would never be considered a stone cold killer, how I become one is to long of a story one I'm not willing to share, lets face it who would consider a 5'2 sleet brunnette to be an assassin? I could look and change my appearance, I'd traveled all over the world dropping bodies here there and every where, I had bank accounts under various alases so I always had access to funds regardless of where I ended up, know one new me I was an email on various encrypted computers also in various places that way i couldn't be tracked, I was meticulous in everything i did, nothing was left to chance, every bit of hardware I used was set to explode should I ever became compromised leaving absolutely no trace of my existence, I always stayed ahead of the game it was the only way to survive in the assassin's world, I never did meet or greets it was safer this way, always being cautious was the main priority.

I had know one to hold me back I would come & go as I pleased if I needed male company I did what most single females did, go to a club, pub or bar, somewhere their weren't any camera's, always wearing a different disguise! get my rocks off in some 3 star motel room, dose him with rohypnol it made clean up easier leaving no trace of my existence, like I said meticulous.

I was always well sort after for my special expertises, I had no conscience & my loyalties were to myself I had none for anyone or country, I only had two rule's, never harm children or animals. After every job I would retire to one place it was a little wooden fortified house it didn't look like much from the outside, once you walked in that door that's where the magic happened. It looked like an everyday ordinary house until you moved the screw the air freshener was hanging on, the floor would open up & reveal steps heading down to what looked like a basement which in actual fact was various tunnels, as soon as you stepped off the third step the floor would close up leaving no evidence above, lights would light the way down the various tunnels! Problem was if you took the wrong one you'd end up with a nasty surprise each one was booby trapped & they were all booby trapped even the correct tunnel which lead me to another secrete entrance! once there it took me out to a magnificent view of the ocean with a decent sized refurbished 1600's church, that was my home and to greet me were my two well trained Belgian Malinois they were my only companions & friends, I paid a monk who couldn't speak or hear come by & feed my boys every two days, they were use to him as I'd trained them from puppies, once I'd freshened up I would sit on the front porch with a very expensive glass of Colli Orientali del Friulli Merlot enjoy the day and watch the waves rolling in & out without a cloud in the sky, it's what you would call a perfect ending for the month.