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It’s always a fun experience to meet someone from your profession. Dangerous, prone to catastrophe, risky? Perhaps. Accelerating, pumping adrenaline in the veins? Most certainly. After meeting up with mister Frederick Uri Kristen. I was left with an overdose of energy, my mind wired up like a computer.

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After a short break in Switzerland, she came back to the “office” and made sure she got some extra information, on her new friend, Freddy. The information that she found, were intriguing, yet not sufficient enough to give her a better picture of him. She knew that this man had a quite impressive reputation and always got his work done... even if his method might sometimes be a bit dramatic and too imaginative for her.

She preferred to do the job fast and clean. Untraceable. That was her method and she always stuck with it. Even if sometimes she might make a little spectacle, if her target was known for his deep cruelty for people that couldn’t defend themselves.

Eyes closed, she remembers Clair standing in that dark alley. She remembers her fear and a cold ice in the eyes of the killer. She cringes and calms herself down in just a matter of seconds. That case was over. The guy ten feet under. She inhales deeply. Usually, she has a faint memory of the victims face. There had been so many. Yet that man’s face really stood out in her mind. Yes, close relations, always stood out with the other memories. She shakes her head, stares at the file and puts it away on the desk.

She stares at the woman behind the desk. At her blonde hair, smooth lines and a professional look. The woman looks harmless behind the big stack of papers, and delicate glasses covering her deep blue eyes. This one not only had the looks, the brains but also the training better than the Navy Seals. “J” smiles and pushes the file forward.

Thank you, Marie. You have been a lot of help.

The woman looks up, for a moment distracted, fixing her glasses a bit to the left and smiles calmly.

Always a pleasure Jane, let me know if you need anything more... oh, and Jane, honey?

Yes?

Make sure to visit us more often and not just for information and to get the paycheck.

The woman’s smile widens as she stares at the “J”, one of the best and most dangerous paid assassins with pure innocence. The tall and slim brunette looks back, pretends to show a stern expression but soon the sides of her lips quiver and she gives the other woman a huge grin.

Why Marie, you know very well that I handle my finances through a private account... I only come here for the pleasure of your company and the hot mess that people here call coffee.

The woman waves her hand in the air dismissingly and makes a gesture as if shooing Jane off and getting back to work. New assignments ready to be sent. Big money and lives about to be ended “flying around” behind the slick flat screen.

Our assassin walks away slowly and just shakes her head.

You know you love me anyway...

Marie looks up with a stern expression of her own, ready to give a little scolding, but notice the office is now completely empty and “J” is nowhere to be found. The woman shakes her head as well.

Freelancers...

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