Changing of Professions
When she walked through the door to see her Tokyo apartment she grins. Fliping her cellphone on she dials.
"It's me."
The deep voice on the phone sounds pleased, "Indeed. What can I do for you?"
"It's what I can do for you?"
Voice: "Oh Really"
"Yes. I accept."
Voice: "Good"
They each hang up.
Getting changed Amanda goes to work as always and comes home. After night has fallen she adorns her black garb, robe, and several 'tools'. Disappearing into the night she makes her way to a small house. Inside a short, large man is sitting with his wife and kids. It's dinner time. Bipasing the alarms the immortal slips in undetected and without a sound. Keeping low so that she wouldn't be spotted by a neighbor Amanda slips a few drops of a strange green liquid she pulled from a black pouch, into the dessert cakes, all but one. Footsteps sound as someone approaches, ducking out the way she came the assain takes up a spot where she can watch her handiwork in action. One by one they ate. The fat man eats his cake, the untainted one, and each of his family taste the bitter sweet chocolates that mean their doom. Grinning she escapes back home.
Ring, ring. Her cell phone sounds.
"Yes."
Voice: "What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
Voice: "You failed"
"I did no such thing. Good things come to those who wait."
As the two spoke the children and mother were home sick with what appeared to be the flu.
Voice: "I am not a patient man. If you fail me consider yourself FIRED." and the disembodied voice hangs up.
Spending another week at work watching her boss get ever more distraught as his family gets more and more ill. The hospital unable to identify the source of the illness. His pain being the only thing that makes this barable. Getting closer and closer to him as a shoulder to cry on. Several days later his family dies and the police come around asking their questions but that doesn't last for very long. After the investigation is closed Amanda's phone rings again.
"Yes" a very satified smile across her face.
Voice: "I'm impressed..." he starts to speak and she cuts him off,
"Call me Black Widow"
Voice: "Very well. I'll call you again...shortly."
"Don't take to long." she warns.
"It's me."
The deep voice on the phone sounds pleased, "Indeed. What can I do for you?"
"It's what I can do for you?"
Voice: "Oh Really"
"Yes. I accept."
Voice: "Good"
They each hang up.
Getting changed Amanda goes to work as always and comes home. After night has fallen she adorns her black garb, robe, and several 'tools'. Disappearing into the night she makes her way to a small house. Inside a short, large man is sitting with his wife and kids. It's dinner time. Bipasing the alarms the immortal slips in undetected and without a sound. Keeping low so that she wouldn't be spotted by a neighbor Amanda slips a few drops of a strange green liquid she pulled from a black pouch, into the dessert cakes, all but one. Footsteps sound as someone approaches, ducking out the way she came the assain takes up a spot where she can watch her handiwork in action. One by one they ate. The fat man eats his cake, the untainted one, and each of his family taste the bitter sweet chocolates that mean their doom. Grinning she escapes back home.
Ring, ring. Her cell phone sounds.
"Yes."
Voice: "What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
Voice: "You failed"
"I did no such thing. Good things come to those who wait."
As the two spoke the children and mother were home sick with what appeared to be the flu.
Voice: "I am not a patient man. If you fail me consider yourself FIRED." and the disembodied voice hangs up.
Spending another week at work watching her boss get ever more distraught as his family gets more and more ill. The hospital unable to identify the source of the illness. His pain being the only thing that makes this barable. Getting closer and closer to him as a shoulder to cry on. Several days later his family dies and the police come around asking their questions but that doesn't last for very long. After the investigation is closed Amanda's phone rings again.
"Yes" a very satified smile across her face.
Voice: "I'm impressed..." he starts to speak and she cuts him off,
"Call me Black Widow"
Voice: "Very well. I'll call you again...shortly."
"Don't take to long." she warns.