Chapter 4: Execution
Alice used her card decoder, miniature hacking device that bypassed card reader security entrances and made her way into the hotel. She was wearing a sleek black outfit but could have been a dancer or a prostitute, such was the aesthetic of the town they were in. If your card worked in this hotel, no staff paid attention. They were far too stressed and busy tending to their high maintenance guests. She made her way to the elevator and scanned the card which gave her access to every floor. She left a charge stuck to the elevator. She visited every floor in which there were power supplies and breaker boxes and skillfully and without drawing attention tossed the charged into position. Soon she reached the correct floor and positions herself against the wall and lights a cigarette. "In position, Rek." She smiles as she whispers into the comm unit.
"I see you, Chen. Beautiful work." He says with sincerity. "Target should be arriving soon. Stay sharp."
"Copy." She replies.
Varnak appeared with his security. Brando could see that several of them stopped on every floor. Low level thug was moving up in the world. Chen was in position and Rek could differentiate her from the other targets. Varnak made his way down the hallway, not giving anyone a second thought. Man thinks he is untouchable. He is mistaken.
"Your clear to make your move. I got you covered." Rek said breathing in concordance with how he would pace his shots.
Chen was frighteningly quick and explosive. A wrist mounted ballistic dart took out the bodyguard on Varnak's right, and a leaping knee under the jaw followed by an elbow to the temple from atop the man's shoulders took out the bodyguard on the right. As she was dismounting the second guard she took Varnak in a headlock and rolled through, hip-tossing him and knocking the wind out of him. On impact, she hit the charges with her remote.
In total darkness and scrambling for their night vision, the guards could only hear the impact of the five shots followed by the splatter of skull and brain matter. In as many shots, all the men on that floor were dead. "To the roof, hurry." Rek said, minimal with his communication.
Alice landed a downward punch square to Varnak's jaw, then hit him with a wrist dart. She bound his hands and feet and rolled through, hooking his leg and using the momentum to flow through to a standing position with him on her shoulders. She then ran toward the stairwell.
Brando eyed the door to the floor where Varnak was apprehended and every head that came into view was splattered. "Slow learners." He whispered to himself. He heard Alice chuckle under heavy breaths. As he was reloading six of the men chased after her toward the stairwell that she was already making her way up. Brando lined them up. Moving targets were more difficult, but more difficult doesn't always mean difficult. He took out the man at the front and moved his way down. He could see the panic in their movements after that. They changed direction so he took out the man at the front of the line going down and worked his way up. Through the infrared the man in the center of all this, surrounded by the headless bodies and new paint job on the stairwell was pissing his pants and in the middle of a heart attack. In his terror he jumped from the top of the stairwell all the way to the bottom. He did not survive the impact. "Hmm." Rek thought.
With no danger in the immediate area, Rek moved to the roof and shot a grappling line to the building across the street. Alice had harnesses attached to herself and Varnak in fractions of seconds, just as they had rehearsed. Taking the lead and towing him behind her, she pulled the both of them across the line, expertly secured by Rek at the other end. She was across the way and breathing heavy by the time they got there. "Beautiful work, Chen. Masterful." He said.
She nodded in appreciation, catching her breath. Rek hoisted Varnak onto his shoulder and grabbed Alice by the waist, securing her belt to his harness. He then descended slowly in his jet pack. The smell of her being this close to him was intoxicating. As was the feel of her breath and her holding onto him so tightly. They landed behind the building where they had parked their transport in advance. Soon Varnak was secured, and they were on their way to their spot. Chen takes over piloting while Brando makes sure they aren't followed. In the criminal underworld, loyalty is cheap. They both figured if enough of them died that maybe Varnak was better off with whoever wanted him. They figured correctly. They make it back to the room unimpeded where, in that part of town, a hunter caring around a bounty was not anything out of the ordinary.
Soon the body was secured. He had dampeners temporarily rendering him blind, deaf, and unconscious.
“How long will he be out?” Rek asked stripping his armor off and laying his weapons and gear neatly out on the table.
“18 hours.” She answered, undressing, her body glistening with a healthy sheen of sweat.
“And the pickup?” He asked, now shirtless and equally shiny from sweat and the fortuitous lighting of the room. He lights a cigarette.
“Not long.” She said, splashing water on her face.
He nods, then opens the freezer and pulls out a bottle of Vodka and two glasses.
“You drink?” He asks holding up a glass.
“God, yes.” She chuckles.
He pours them both three fingers and raises his glass. “Impressive work, Chen. You’re an ace grabber.” He says.
“And you’re an ace smasher.” She replies, cheekily. “Did you miss a single shot?”
He laughs and takes a sip. “Oh, you’re serious? Ahem. Uh. No I don’t believe I did. 15 shots, 15 bodies.”
She laughs.
“You took old boy down pretty quickly. Damn impressive.” He says. Alice smiled, taking a sip of her vodka.
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. “And you, Brando. You’re not just a pretty face either.”
Brando smirked, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Pretty face? I think you’re the first person to ever call me that.”
Alice chuckled, her gaze lingering on his cybernetic arm.
Raised the arm and looked at it. He paused for a second, reflective. “Where will you go after this?” He asks her after a brief silence.
“That depends…” She responds, giving him a sly look.
He takes a drink and a drag. “Alice…I…” He’s interrupted by two knocks, then one, then two again. “That’s them.” He puts on a shirt and pants and answers the door.
“Do you have the target?” The courier asks.
“Money first.” Rek says.
“Please check the account info you gave us.” The courier says in a pleasant tone.
Rek turns to Alice who pulls it up in seconds. She nods in confirmation of payment. Rek then closes the door and drags Karnak toward it. He opens and steps back so that the courier and his team can take over transport of the bounty. “Excellent work, efficient and intimidating. I will have Mr. Maverick get in touch with future contracts, rest assured.” The courier says making his exit. Rek nods and shuts the door behind them. When he turned around Alice was directly in front of him. She downed the rest of her drink and pulled Brando’s neck down and planted a wet, ripe, peach of a kiss on his lips. His body reacted instinctually and his lips maneuvered masterfully to compliment hers as their mouths opened to do the tongue dance of momentary adrenaline fueled passion. He thought about what he was doing, briefly, and came to the conclusion that he was not going to overthink this. He cupped her ass with both hands and soon had her against the wall, where he got her shirt off and she then proceeded to press her tits against his chest while grinding her panty-laden wet pussy against his brief covered blood fueled painfully hard cock. He slipped a playful finger in her ass as he took one of her tits in his mouth and tenderly sucked on the soft tissue, sending jolts of electricity up and down her body. He moved to the bed where he lay her flat and slowly removed her panties. He bid her open her legs, after which he went to work between them. And he worked there as he did in all other aspects of his life. Precise, efficient, and expertly. Her breathing was ragged and heavy as he did not linger in any one area to give her time to acclimate until she was sufficiently warmed up, after which his tongue tickled her clit with a severity and precision that had her unable to remember how to speak, or else she would have told him how overwhelming it was. Instead she just came, and came, and came again. Each time her legs shaking and her abdomen convulsing. After the third time he positioned himself between her legs, soaked his cock in her juices, and kissed her as he slid every thick inch of himself into her. She was already euphoric at this point and his rhythm and thrusts were on the verge of leaving her catatonic. He would alter his pace for his own amusements, and after melting her brain from on top he positioned himself behind her on her side which hit a spot inside her that tickled his dick in such a way that her pussy turned into a vacuum and after five or so minutes they were both screaming as he left a load inside her that could choke an elephant. She massaged his balls as he came and they both collapsed into each other, spooning. She turned to face him and they fell asleep in each other’s embrace. That night, he didn’t have a night mare.