messy, it would cause an international incident and this organisation avoided those. In fact they controlled them.
The killers know that if they got this right, they would be well rewarded, be allowed up another level and a series of privileges would simply occur. The result of this job was their rite of passage.
The killers had been sitting outside for around an hour. Nothing much had been happening then directly in front of them a car pulled in. It was a pick-up truck with a sign that said Cape Shark Cage Diving. Behind the wheel a blonde woman studied herself in the mirror and tidied her make up.
Stepping from the truck she didn’t look like someone who spent a lot of time in the ocean or on boats feeding and exploring the most violent creatures of the depths. She was dressed in knee-length designer shorts, with medium heels and a black low-cut top that exposed just enough of her taut midriff that made you want more exposure. Her sky-blue steel eyes and perfect straight blonde hair sat against a tanned olive skin andperfect lips exposing always the hint of a smile. This girl was confident, beautiful, and turned heads. She marched directly into the guesthouse, ringing the bell and striding whilst smiling and admiring the day.
“Get the listening device,” said John, the most senior of the two killers. “I know she is there to meet the girl.”
One of the advantages of working for some of the most effective and darkest families on Earth was the technology one had access to. The device was simply the length of a small pencil, very directional being able to pinpoint an area of around 3 metres by 3 metres. It simply sent a signal to an application for a Smartphone and both assailants could listen on a headset.
“I’m here to see Stacey Cavanagh. Has she checked in yet?” said the blonde girl.
“Is she expecting you, who shall I say is here?” enquired the salivating fifty year-old at the check-in counter.
“No. No she isn’t. Please let her know that Abbey Bec is here.”
A few minutes later an excited Stacey was embracing the blonde girl at the door of her hotel room.
“Wow Abbey, I wasn’t expecting a personal visit. I thought I would just see you tomorrow. I am so looking forward to doing that shark cage dive. It was just the best thing to start off my South African experience,” chortled Stacey.
“Well you were so nice to my brother when he visited your country and was lost in your city and then you booked on the trip tomorrow, first thing. I was just at the V&A shopping and since you were just a few minutes away, I thought I would come and welcome you to South Africa. My brother would do it, but as you know, he is away on business in London and back in a few weeks. I think he’s a bit gutted with the timing, if you could excuse me being so forward.”
Abbey was a friendly but forthright person who always spoke her mind. Stacey decided that she immediately liked this girl. She had class, as did her brother when Stacey had met him, lost and penniless after having his cards stolen on a trip to New Zealand the year before. Staceyhad looked after him for a few days, and their mini romance had some life in it. She was actually quite sad when he had to return home.
“What are you doing this evening?” Abbey offered.
“Oh I think I will rest up. My boss is sure to be sending me some stuff to do, so I’ll have a look at that, but I might just go for a walk and have a light snack and get an early night. After all, someone is meant to be picking me up at 4.45am right?”
“Yes, I will pick you up myself. Consider it part of the service. I just wanted to say hi, Stacey. I’ll let you get on with things…. I know it takes a while to adjust to a new situation. But be a little careful on your walk. This is Africa not New Zealand. Have your wits about you.” Abbey smiled and gave Stacey a hug.
In the street the two killers were already strategising. Upon seeing the blonde girl emerge from the
The killers know that if they got this right, they would be well rewarded, be allowed up another level and a series of privileges would simply occur. The result of this job was their rite of passage.
The killers had been sitting outside for around an hour. Nothing much had been happening then directly in front of them a car pulled in. It was a pick-up truck with a sign that said Cape Shark Cage Diving. Behind the wheel a blonde woman studied herself in the mirror and tidied her make up.
Stepping from the truck she didn’t look like someone who spent a lot of time in the ocean or on boats feeding and exploring the most violent creatures of the depths. She was dressed in knee-length designer shorts, with medium heels and a black low-cut top that exposed just enough of her taut midriff that made you want more exposure. Her sky-blue steel eyes and perfect straight blonde hair sat against a tanned olive skin andperfect lips exposing always the hint of a smile. This girl was confident, beautiful, and turned heads. She marched directly into the guesthouse, ringing the bell and striding whilst smiling and admiring the day.
“Get the listening device,” said John, the most senior of the two killers. “I know she is there to meet the girl.”
One of the advantages of working for some of the most effective and darkest families on Earth was the technology one had access to. The device was simply the length of a small pencil, very directional being able to pinpoint an area of around 3 metres by 3 metres. It simply sent a signal to an application for a Smartphone and both assailants could listen on a headset.
“I’m here to see Stacey Cavanagh. Has she checked in yet?” said the blonde girl.
“Is she expecting you, who shall I say is here?” enquired the salivating fifty year-old at the check-in counter.
“No. No she isn’t. Please let her know that Abbey Bec is here.”
A few minutes later an excited Stacey was embracing the blonde girl at the door of her hotel room.
“Wow Abbey, I wasn’t expecting a personal visit. I thought I would just see you tomorrow. I am so looking forward to doing that shark cage dive. It was just the best thing to start off my South African experience,” chortled Stacey.
“Well you were so nice to my brother when he visited your country and was lost in your city and then you booked on the trip tomorrow, first thing. I was just at the V&A shopping and since you were just a few minutes away, I thought I would come and welcome you to South Africa. My brother would do it, but as you know, he is away on business in London and back in a few weeks. I think he’s a bit gutted with the timing, if you could excuse me being so forward.”
Abbey was a friendly but forthright person who always spoke her mind. Stacey decided that she immediately liked this girl. She had class, as did her brother when Stacey had met him, lost and penniless after having his cards stolen on a trip to New Zealand the year before. Staceyhad looked after him for a few days, and their mini romance had some life in it. She was actually quite sad when he had to return home.
“What are you doing this evening?” Abbey offered.
“Oh I think I will rest up. My boss is sure to be sending me some stuff to do, so I’ll have a look at that, but I might just go for a walk and have a light snack and get an early night. After all, someone is meant to be picking me up at 4.45am right?”
“Yes, I will pick you up myself. Consider it part of the service. I just wanted to say hi, Stacey. I’ll let you get on with things…. I know it takes a while to adjust to a new situation. But be a little careful on your walk. This is Africa not New Zealand. Have your wits about you.” Abbey smiled and gave Stacey a hug.
In the street the two killers were already strategising. Upon seeing the blonde girl emerge from the
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