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it embedding itself deeply into the floor, damn another mistake.
But there was an advantage of this private room, it was also a dressing room, old elegant dresses that got somehow stored away without anyone knowing. The room was in a film of dust, Camilla sneezed in her elbow.
Her dress wasn’t as pretty as the other ones here just simple black, she picked her dress that she had in her hands herself, not well enough. She had bad taste in fashion when it didn’t matter to her why does she care? It would just get splattered in blood anyways and black always covered that up, so why was she having a sudden girl moment?
“We will be there in a minute Panther.”Tyson says in her earpiece, Camilla decides to not reply right back. Walking around the room kicked up dust and she had her suit half zipped down, looking for ‘The Dress’ that would suit her better than the half assed attempt for a dress. After a half a minute Camilla finally found ‘The Dress’, floor sweeping red velvet strapless dress with a silk rose clipped on the band of the waist. She pulled her hair into a messy pony tail and zipped up the zipper tight on her side, she looked at herself in the mirror, twirling herself around the mirror in the corner of the dusty room.
“Perfect.”She purred at her reflection, she heard a buzz from her ear that was the same sound outside the room; she narrowed her eyes and walked towards the wall that had two small holes in the wall. Camilla banged her fists right over the hole and heard groans, she smiled unkindly.
“You little peepers!”She yelled under her breath outside in the hallway at the fallen down boys that were holding their stomachs from laughing, her dress rustled.
“Sorry Sorry!”They said, she kicked them both in the stomachs and giggled.
“See your panties!”Tyson smirked, Camilla flicked him off.
“You know I don’t wear underwear.”She says, they all knew that so why say that? Besides it was too dark out here to see hardly anything.
“Anyways is everything taken care of? The spike is too far in the floor to pull out right now.”She says to calm down the situation, it was too serious to be silly now, after all she just killed a man not even a 700 yards away. But the teenagers hardly felt anything at this point, that stopped years ago, they were trained not to care about the wicked.
Perhaps this subject should be explained? The only way to explain this is that these teenagers are not ordinary teens; they were trained from the very beginning to kill, assassins. If they were lucky, they’d have parent’s that had the same training as them, the rest were orphans. Taken away in orphanages at a extreme age and trained extensively to where they were geniuses’. The Academy didn’t stop at America, it all started in Japan, and it’s spread all over the world by now. But only a few hundred people in the world know about the organization it’s purpose other than educating orphans and delinquents.
Starting with the masterly of thievery at age five, knives at 12 so their mature enough to not throw at each other for targets, and guns with ‘special training’ at 14. And of course education was a must, to have stupid assassins never got anywhere and trusted too much in bad business, bad trouble. The smart ones left no traces behind, if they graduated from The Academy, in their career is to its fullest. Well bloody fullest to say the least.
Now Camilla was one of the few that had a parent, two to be exact. But it wasn’t exactly a blessing, always away on a mission or only Corrine is home. Not exactly a luxury, except the houses of course. But she doesn’t feel much for anything, except for her brother and maybe her parents but they were always away...But never mind, it’s too off subject now, back to the present

“Yeah yeah I’m on it.”Rockies muttered and entered the dressing room to examine the problem, she rolled her eyes. Between you and I, Rockies was the smarter one in the trio. Tyson the cunning one, and Camilla the sly fox of the small group.
All trained in seduction classes, ‘special training’ was the art of seduction and conviction of statements, all of it was necessary, like tonight for example. Tyson was dressed in a simple black suit with a red rose in his breast pocket and Rockies was mildly dressed in formal wear, all set up for another hit.
After running down two floors of stair, dress pulled up of course, they kept their breathing to a minimum for small habitable reasons. After they had stopped short before silently opening the staircase doors is then did Tyson take her arm in his with a smile.
“So you’re my date tonight?”
“Only for a while. Don’t act like a child all over again, I can’t handle that twice in my life.”She says when he twirled her into the crowd of dancers at the ball.
“You know I only have eyes for you.”Tyson says while dipping her back and his knee holding her back from her falling on the floor, she snorted.
“Says the man that has a woman every night.”
“You know they don’t mean anything to me.”He says closely into her ear, she tried to ignore him and concentrated on his shiny feet that were moving with her pace, she smiled.
“So your letting me lead the show tonight?”She asks, his dimply smile comes out.
“Like you said, I have another hit tonight. Your job is done.”He smirked, trying to taunt her, for her to want more of him. Bluntly, Tyson has always had a childhood crush on Camilla, and it’s hardly ever been returned. Just flings, no commitments and a love hate relationship, hardly anybody has moved her. Sure she’d flirt, a forced habit, but nothing serious would happen between them, at least not to her.
“Make it quick please; I don’t want to be alone with these grubby old men.”She pointed at the people around her with a shrug; Tyson chuckled and bowed at her.
“Whatever you say your majesty.”He says softly and then merged into the crowds of dancing figures. He was to kill Mrs. Emerson, a trafficker of humans, especially little girls, wicked. She had no pity and was not forced in that position she gladly takes the money and her devious job and she just happens to be in Mexico too.
“May I have this dance my fair lady?”A smooth voice says into Camilla’s ear, she instantly turned around when hands were on her waist, smacking her skull into a hunk of cartilage.
“Argh!”He yelled, it was muffled because he was holding his face with his hands, she smirked, serves him right to sneak upon her. About that, how did a regular man do that?
“Excuse me, I have to go to the powder room.”She says, not even apologizing for her ill deed, wasn’t even that big of a deal anyway. And then all of a sudden a hand was on her exposed shoulder, her anger flared.
“‘Excuse me’ what is wrong with you?”That same dastardly man said, she noticed he was quiet handsome, as good eye looking as Tyson, as but in a more settle way than the dramatic flaunting Tyson. He was about to go farther into his discussion/argument with her until he got a good look at her petite face, his mouth popped open.
“Su retrasar de fallas. Dejar pasar antes de que tengo que forzarlo.”Your fault. Let me pass before I have to make you. She frowned at the gentleman, he was in fancy clothes as well, and black wavy hair slicked back too, his skin light amber.
He looked Spanish, he had a slight accent, and after all it was Mexico. Where his hand was on her skin was still warm, she noticed it was still on. He smiled cockily, not expecting her small form to be able to put harm on a strapping man. Frankly he looked like he was in his late teens than a ‘man’ that needed a good stab.
“¿Usted? Espero que tu novio hacer que para usted, ¿tengo derecho? Parece que lo tienes apretado alrededor de su dedo.”He says just as fluently in Spanish, translated: You? I’d expect your boyfriend to do that for you, am I right? It looks like you have him tight around your finger. She rolled her eyes, wanting to walk away so badly, she didn’t even plan on talking to anyone that’s not dead or not in the Trio. But this guy bugged her, why him? She wanted to stop all the things she was doing to sack him in the stomach to shut up.
“He’s not my boyfriend, please leave me alone.”She walked away but the guy hung back onto her, she shook him off. Camilla noticed that they were drawing several eyes, she shook her head.
“Don’t you dare touch me, low life.”She whispers clear enough for only him to hear, he growled almost, they both glared at each other.
“Make me.”Was all it took, boy would that detective regret that, it’s going to bite him in the butt sooner or later, she smiled humorlessly and cracked her knuckles.
“Con mucho gusto.” Glady, they smile.


Sex And No Kiss.


The drug slip into Mrs. Emerson’s champagne glass was almost too easy, the drug fizzled like the bubbles in her alcohol. Tyson had no particular interest in alcohol but he knew enough, wine, champagne, and beer.
“Have a good night monster.”He whispered into her wrinkly ear, she gasped, her throat would be closing about now, and he enjoyed his work too much. He would even be tempted to ‘hit’ people that weren’t even that much evil in society’s eyes. Before going back to Camilla aka Black Panther but he didn’t know that, he chewed on a chocolate strawberry.
His favorite dessert but assassin’s were not to have habits like this; it could come back to them in a nasty bite, dead, like poisoned strawberry’s anyone? But who could help it? They were delicious, instead of alcohol, he divulged in sweets, Camilla wine, and Rockies computers. He found out that secretly and kept it to himself.
A middle aged woman tried to hit on him, he shook her off almost glad to get rid of himself by surrounded women to see his childhood friend. But when he went to where he left her, she wasn’t there, puzzling him. She was always on her word so where is she? Did she get caught? Before he could do anything he saw minority of the crowd of dancers slow to see something over by the bathrooms, he heard curses.
“Oh bloody hell.”He muttered and untied his tie as he came closer to the growing circle, pushing his way through, and even shoving one guy until he broke through the front of the crowd. He sighs and rubs his head at the scene. Camilla had a black haired guy in a headlock in her very sexy dress that was showing too much bending over and kicking him repeatedly in the gut, she looked like she enjoyed it. He watched for a while before she finally noticed him with amusement written all over his face. She stopped short when she had the poor man’s head tight in her grip, a grin on her face; she rearranged her top of her dress, his eyes glued to her chest.
“Er du gjort landbrugsekspert?”She says to him in Danish, are you done staring yet?, he shakes his head.
“Never. Hvad laver du til denne fattige dreng?”
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