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bleary New York winter sky. Fortunately, that wasn’t the building she was headed for. It was the abandoned warehouse, half a block down, through the alley on the right.
She could hear the radio blaring music from outside the door, and it only made her more angry to think of him lounging as he ate his lunch, taking his late afternoon break like any other asshole working a job.
Taking a deep breath she checked around her for anyone that might have seen her enter the alley, but there was no one. Random people walking by on the street, their collars pulled up against the chilling wind that was biting through the thin cloth of her pants, and none of them were glancing down the alley. None of them wanted to know what was going on. Before she could second-guess herself she tugged at the door and flinched as it screeched, metal on metal.
Too loud. Move fast.
Camille ducked inside, out of the cold, and found that the radio seemed to echo off the concrete and the exposed metal beams. What had once been a storage place for some product to be delivered around the city was now long forgotten, and only used as a pit stop for bastards like him during the day and a crash pad for bums and addicts at night.
Moving silently along the wall, keeping to the dark shadows cast by the high windows, she finally tucked herself behind a metal pillar and saw him. Facing away from her, baseball cap on the floor beside him, sitting in a fold-out chair with his legs crossed. Some kind of sandwich came up to his lips, his head bobbing to the music, and then back down.
He hadn’t heard the door.
It was luck, and she knew it, but she wasn’t going to waste it. It was now or never. Her hands were sweating and she wiped them on her pants before she drew out the gun, heavy in her palm. Safety off.
Shifting around the pillar she pointed it at the back of his head, watching as he casually took another bite of sandwich. Completely unaware of her, unaware of the death just a squeeze of a trigger away.
“JOE!” She shouted, surprised by the volume of her own voice as he jerked out of the chair and spun on her, surprise etched onto his face. This was what she had needed, she needed him to see her. He needed to know. He hadn’t earned a quick death, a death without knowing. Rage pulsed through her as she stared into his face. “Remember me?”
“What the fu -” he wobbled on his feet, backpedaling a few steps as he focused on her, and then he laughed. Low and sinister. “Well, well…”
Camille growled in her throat and ripped the hat off, letting her white blonde hair spill over her shoulders as she tightened her grip on the gun. “You motherfucker, you spineless sack of shit. I’m going to watch you die.”
“You’re not going to shoot me, little girl.” He grinned, and shook his head slowly. “That’s not why you’re here, you missed me didn’t you?” He took a step forward and then stopped short when Camille adjusted her aim, bracing her stance so she could steady her shaking hands.
Aim for the lung. Watch him choke on his words as he chokes on his own blood.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Like you did Steve?” He shrugged, laughter in his voice, his hands dropping onto his hips. “Steve was a drug addict. A total idiot, so I’m not surprised you got the drop on him. But as much as I disliked him, he knew where to find young, tight pussy didn’t he?”
“SHUT UP!” Camille screamed, wiping her eyes on her hoodie. Was she crying? Fuck. Joe was a blurry mess in front of her, and when she blinked hard she felt the hot streaks sliding over wind-chilled cheeks.
“You know, I thought I saw you yesterday. That hair .” He groaned, reaching down to grope the bulge at the front of his coveralls. “I always loved having a fistful of that hair when you were on your knees.”
“Go ahead and think about it, asshole, because it’s going to be the last thought you have.”
“You’re not going to kill me. You’re going to be
She could hear the radio blaring music from outside the door, and it only made her more angry to think of him lounging as he ate his lunch, taking his late afternoon break like any other asshole working a job.
Taking a deep breath she checked around her for anyone that might have seen her enter the alley, but there was no one. Random people walking by on the street, their collars pulled up against the chilling wind that was biting through the thin cloth of her pants, and none of them were glancing down the alley. None of them wanted to know what was going on. Before she could second-guess herself she tugged at the door and flinched as it screeched, metal on metal.
Too loud. Move fast.
Camille ducked inside, out of the cold, and found that the radio seemed to echo off the concrete and the exposed metal beams. What had once been a storage place for some product to be delivered around the city was now long forgotten, and only used as a pit stop for bastards like him during the day and a crash pad for bums and addicts at night.
Moving silently along the wall, keeping to the dark shadows cast by the high windows, she finally tucked herself behind a metal pillar and saw him. Facing away from her, baseball cap on the floor beside him, sitting in a fold-out chair with his legs crossed. Some kind of sandwich came up to his lips, his head bobbing to the music, and then back down.
He hadn’t heard the door.
It was luck, and she knew it, but she wasn’t going to waste it. It was now or never. Her hands were sweating and she wiped them on her pants before she drew out the gun, heavy in her palm. Safety off.
Shifting around the pillar she pointed it at the back of his head, watching as he casually took another bite of sandwich. Completely unaware of her, unaware of the death just a squeeze of a trigger away.
“JOE!” She shouted, surprised by the volume of her own voice as he jerked out of the chair and spun on her, surprise etched onto his face. This was what she had needed, she needed him to see her. He needed to know. He hadn’t earned a quick death, a death without knowing. Rage pulsed through her as she stared into his face. “Remember me?”
“What the fu -” he wobbled on his feet, backpedaling a few steps as he focused on her, and then he laughed. Low and sinister. “Well, well…”
Camille growled in her throat and ripped the hat off, letting her white blonde hair spill over her shoulders as she tightened her grip on the gun. “You motherfucker, you spineless sack of shit. I’m going to watch you die.”
“You’re not going to shoot me, little girl.” He grinned, and shook his head slowly. “That’s not why you’re here, you missed me didn’t you?” He took a step forward and then stopped short when Camille adjusted her aim, bracing her stance so she could steady her shaking hands.
Aim for the lung. Watch him choke on his words as he chokes on his own blood.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Like you did Steve?” He shrugged, laughter in his voice, his hands dropping onto his hips. “Steve was a drug addict. A total idiot, so I’m not surprised you got the drop on him. But as much as I disliked him, he knew where to find young, tight pussy didn’t he?”
“SHUT UP!” Camille screamed, wiping her eyes on her hoodie. Was she crying? Fuck. Joe was a blurry mess in front of her, and when she blinked hard she felt the hot streaks sliding over wind-chilled cheeks.
“You know, I thought I saw you yesterday. That hair .” He groaned, reaching down to grope the bulge at the front of his coveralls. “I always loved having a fistful of that hair when you were on your knees.”
“Go ahead and think about it, asshole, because it’s going to be the last thought you have.”
“You’re not going to kill me. You’re going to be
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