floating somewhere in the mediterranean, enjoying the dry heat mixed in with a cool breeze... a pair of ray bans provides extra protection, as my eyes are closed in meditation....the scent of the sea reminds me of the cool fragrance that she-devil had left behind the day before....the spark triggers a snowballing effect of memories....her eyes, a metallic blue- void of all shame, compassion, or mercy...the sun's glare simmering over my exposed skin gives me the tingles, as if her golden locks were brushing against me at this precise moment, teasting and taunting me to get lost within them....my eyes flash open, in a swift swoop i am out of the hamock and going below deck to make a call.
once i reach my contact, i basically tell him i didn't do the kill- just the clean up *eg*. though he magages to weasel out of the pay promised me (afterall, i was supposed to kill the child pawning bastard), i make sure i am compensated for my efforts with info. i ask he find out who else was after chin- the name of the person who wanted him dead, the name of the woman who offed him, or both- licking my lips at the prospect of the last option.
now comes the waiting before embarking on some self-initiated fun...
