Lady Elizabeth Ash sat in the back of her chauffeured Bentley. She used her compact mirror to check her hair and make-up. She smiled at what she saw. Her lips were the perfect red. Her bright blue eyes shined with intelligence. Her long blonde hair tonight was up and pinned in place with one of her favorite, six-inch hatpins. Her green dress was designed to both accentuate her eye color and her breasts, and allow her freedom of movement for her long legs. She put the compact away. She was a very fine thirty year old package. She reached out and pressed the intercom button that connected with her driver. The opaque glass divider was up because she preferred to ride that way.
"John, I'll be at the party for an hour or two. I have to make my appearance." She told him sweetly with a trace of minor annoyance at having to attend in the first place.
"Yes, milady." He replied.
Ah, she could act. With that, Lady Ash exited the car, taking her matching green bag. John was trained well. He knew she didn't need anyone to let her in and out of car. Ash took her phone from her purse. She keyed a couple of strokes that activated her well paid hackers program. That would hack into any surveillance system within a ten block radius, causing them to begin running old saved footage that matched the time and weather conditions. She popped the phone back into her purse. She was on the second floor of a parking garage. She found the stairs and walked down. She went down and across the street to a queue of fancy dressed individuals. People were being checked to see if they had a special invite. She reached into her purse and withdrew her invite. When it was her time, she handed over the invitation.
"Ah, yes." The man said as he read the invitation and checked the list. "Lady Elizabeth Ash." He looked over her shoulder for anyone with her. "Alone, milady?" He asked. Ash smiled and nodded curtly. He waved her inside. "Welcome to the party."
Ash walked past and entered, but she made a circuitous route through the party goers until she exited the building through an unguarded door on the far side. She found herself in a grimy alley. She walked to the end of the alley, waited a few moments and crossed the street when it was clear. She walked down the next alley and crossed another street to enter an alley. This one she walked about halfway down until she found a hotel service entrance. With confidence, you always asserted confidence, Ash entered the service entrance. She was lucky, no one was present. She walked a studied route to the service elevator. Taking out her phone, she called up another program that allowed her to clear authorization over the badge reader. The elevator showed green and opened. It had nicely been waiting for her. She smiled and entered. She had to use the phone again to key the elevator to the penthouse floor.
After the ride up, she exited into a small service hall. The elevator closed and left. She checked the hall. There were exits to the stairs, the service elevator, and a closet, rather large, filled with cleaning supplies and various equipment. The only other door exited out to the penthouse lobby. Once again with a card reader. Ash opened her purse and took out a leg holster. She fitted this to her right leg. Her dress had slits down either side, but it would still cover the holster. She then took out her favorite Glock and suppressor. She screwed the suppressor into place, checked to make sure everything was in working order and put the gun into the holster. She checked the concealment of the gun. Only if she were moving very quickly would the gun show. Already concealed on her left leg was a thin bladed dagger.
Preparations in order, she was ready for her target. Miska Kordwell was from old money. She was thirty-eight, raven haired, and five feet and five inches tall. That put her a good five inches shorter than Ash herself. Her brother didn't like the way Miska was draining their joint trust fund, thus the contract. Miska also didn't trust her brother. Thus she had a number of bodyguards. Miska preferred women; her crew was entirely composed of beautiful young women, even if they weren't trained enough to do the job properly. Which helped Ash, of course. It would make the job a bit easier.
Ash went to the penthouse lobby door. She used her phone to key the reader. The door buzzed. She opened it a crack and left it that way. She waited, drawing back a bit. She waited for two minutes. She went back to the door, taking a small fiber optic wire attached to a tiny monitor. She used this to look around the door into the lobby. A single woman stood guard at the penthouse door. She was a brunette, about five feet seven inches with a pixie nose. She wore a tight fitting once piece uniform with a white and purple color scheme. Kinky. A gun was in a shoulder holster under her left arm. Ash put the fiber optic device back in her purse, and pushed the door about a foot open. She edged back again, waiting. This time she heard footsteps after about thirty seconds. Ash pushed back against the wall. The door opened, and the brunette stuck her head in to look around. Ash reached out with her left and grabbed a handful of the woman's uniform between her pert breasts. The woman gasped as Ash pulled her inside, spinning her around until she slammed into the wall on the other side of Ash. The woman grunted with the impact. Ash then slammed her right into the woman's back over the left kidney. The young woman made a mewling sound, and her knees buckled, but she didn't fall. Ash used her left hand to spin the woman around, and then she punched her in the stomach with the right. That drove the wind out of the woman and bent her over. Ash then stepped to the woman's side, grabbed her brunette hair with her left. She jerked the woman's head up, then she used her right hand in a knife hand chop with all her strength to the woman's throat.
The young woman's eyes opened in wide surprise. Her body was in so much pain, but now she couldn't get her breathe back. She clawed at her throat, looked to Lady Ash for help. Ash gently grabbed the woman and started to lead her away toward the closet door. She spoke to the woman in a comforting fashion. "There, there. I know. It's really not fair is it."
The young woman stumbled as her body started to give out. "Upsy-daisy." Ash managed to get her back upright, putting the woman's arm over her shoulder. She opened the door to the closet noticing the woman's color change drastically. "If it's any comfort to you, it will be quick now." The woman sagged, eyes closing has her body began to tremble. Ash drug the woman inside and laid her behind some equipment. The brunette gave a final convulsive jerk and went still. Ash reached out and checked the woman's neck for a pulse. Finding none, she grabbed the woman's chin and moved her head from one side to the other. In the woman's right ear was a communication device. Ash took it from the woman's ear and put it in her own. She listened, hearing nothing. She stood and left the closet, closing the door behind her. The door to the lobby was still open.
Lady Ash was about to go into the lobby when she heard the service elevator ding. She turned to watch the door open, and a young woman with tousled red hair, wearing a maid's uniform exited pushing a cart laden with covered trays. The young maid stopped pushing the cart and looked at Ash in surprise as the elevator doors closed behind her.
She spoke up while moving a strand of red hair from her face. "How did you get back here?" She was obviously flustered.
Ash turned to point with her left hand back to the open doorway to the lobby as her right hand dropped down to her side. "The door was open." She stated.
Before the young woman could reply, Ash drew her suppressed Glock turned and fired twice into the woman's chest. One hit the woman in the left breast, while the other hit just below it. The woman's face screwed up in pain as she was pushed to back to fall behind the cart. Ash walked forward till she could see the woman. She spoke down to her. "Sorry, I can't have witnesses." The woman was writhing slightly in pain, almost dead already, but Ash put a another bullet between her breasts. The woman jerked and went still.
If that wasn't bad enough, her earpiece erupted with a woman's voice. "Geena, a maid is coming up with some food for Kordwell. Let her in."
Ash sighed as she put the Glock back in the holster. She would have to hurry now.
(I haven't written in years, so I'm a little rusty. Lady Ash was one of my muses from long ago. I miss her very much. Let me know if you would like the second part to the story.)
"John, I'll be at the party for an hour or two. I have to make my appearance." She told him sweetly with a trace of minor annoyance at having to attend in the first place.
"Yes, milady." He replied.
Ah, she could act. With that, Lady Ash exited the car, taking her matching green bag. John was trained well. He knew she didn't need anyone to let her in and out of car. Ash took her phone from her purse. She keyed a couple of strokes that activated her well paid hackers program. That would hack into any surveillance system within a ten block radius, causing them to begin running old saved footage that matched the time and weather conditions. She popped the phone back into her purse. She was on the second floor of a parking garage. She found the stairs and walked down. She went down and across the street to a queue of fancy dressed individuals. People were being checked to see if they had a special invite. She reached into her purse and withdrew her invite. When it was her time, she handed over the invitation.
"Ah, yes." The man said as he read the invitation and checked the list. "Lady Elizabeth Ash." He looked over her shoulder for anyone with her. "Alone, milady?" He asked. Ash smiled and nodded curtly. He waved her inside. "Welcome to the party."
Ash walked past and entered, but she made a circuitous route through the party goers until she exited the building through an unguarded door on the far side. She found herself in a grimy alley. She walked to the end of the alley, waited a few moments and crossed the street when it was clear. She walked down the next alley and crossed another street to enter an alley. This one she walked about halfway down until she found a hotel service entrance. With confidence, you always asserted confidence, Ash entered the service entrance. She was lucky, no one was present. She walked a studied route to the service elevator. Taking out her phone, she called up another program that allowed her to clear authorization over the badge reader. The elevator showed green and opened. It had nicely been waiting for her. She smiled and entered. She had to use the phone again to key the elevator to the penthouse floor.
After the ride up, she exited into a small service hall. The elevator closed and left. She checked the hall. There were exits to the stairs, the service elevator, and a closet, rather large, filled with cleaning supplies and various equipment. The only other door exited out to the penthouse lobby. Once again with a card reader. Ash opened her purse and took out a leg holster. She fitted this to her right leg. Her dress had slits down either side, but it would still cover the holster. She then took out her favorite Glock and suppressor. She screwed the suppressor into place, checked to make sure everything was in working order and put the gun into the holster. She checked the concealment of the gun. Only if she were moving very quickly would the gun show. Already concealed on her left leg was a thin bladed dagger.
Preparations in order, she was ready for her target. Miska Kordwell was from old money. She was thirty-eight, raven haired, and five feet and five inches tall. That put her a good five inches shorter than Ash herself. Her brother didn't like the way Miska was draining their joint trust fund, thus the contract. Miska also didn't trust her brother. Thus she had a number of bodyguards. Miska preferred women; her crew was entirely composed of beautiful young women, even if they weren't trained enough to do the job properly. Which helped Ash, of course. It would make the job a bit easier.
Ash went to the penthouse lobby door. She used her phone to key the reader. The door buzzed. She opened it a crack and left it that way. She waited, drawing back a bit. She waited for two minutes. She went back to the door, taking a small fiber optic wire attached to a tiny monitor. She used this to look around the door into the lobby. A single woman stood guard at the penthouse door. She was a brunette, about five feet seven inches with a pixie nose. She wore a tight fitting once piece uniform with a white and purple color scheme. Kinky. A gun was in a shoulder holster under her left arm. Ash put the fiber optic device back in her purse, and pushed the door about a foot open. She edged back again, waiting. This time she heard footsteps after about thirty seconds. Ash pushed back against the wall. The door opened, and the brunette stuck her head in to look around. Ash reached out with her left and grabbed a handful of the woman's uniform between her pert breasts. The woman gasped as Ash pulled her inside, spinning her around until she slammed into the wall on the other side of Ash. The woman grunted with the impact. Ash then slammed her right into the woman's back over the left kidney. The young woman made a mewling sound, and her knees buckled, but she didn't fall. Ash used her left hand to spin the woman around, and then she punched her in the stomach with the right. That drove the wind out of the woman and bent her over. Ash then stepped to the woman's side, grabbed her brunette hair with her left. She jerked the woman's head up, then she used her right hand in a knife hand chop with all her strength to the woman's throat.
The young woman's eyes opened in wide surprise. Her body was in so much pain, but now she couldn't get her breathe back. She clawed at her throat, looked to Lady Ash for help. Ash gently grabbed the woman and started to lead her away toward the closet door. She spoke to the woman in a comforting fashion. "There, there. I know. It's really not fair is it."
The young woman stumbled as her body started to give out. "Upsy-daisy." Ash managed to get her back upright, putting the woman's arm over her shoulder. She opened the door to the closet noticing the woman's color change drastically. "If it's any comfort to you, it will be quick now." The woman sagged, eyes closing has her body began to tremble. Ash drug the woman inside and laid her behind some equipment. The brunette gave a final convulsive jerk and went still. Ash reached out and checked the woman's neck for a pulse. Finding none, she grabbed the woman's chin and moved her head from one side to the other. In the woman's right ear was a communication device. Ash took it from the woman's ear and put it in her own. She listened, hearing nothing. She stood and left the closet, closing the door behind her. The door to the lobby was still open.
Lady Ash was about to go into the lobby when she heard the service elevator ding. She turned to watch the door open, and a young woman with tousled red hair, wearing a maid's uniform exited pushing a cart laden with covered trays. The young maid stopped pushing the cart and looked at Ash in surprise as the elevator doors closed behind her.
She spoke up while moving a strand of red hair from her face. "How did you get back here?" She was obviously flustered.
Ash turned to point with her left hand back to the open doorway to the lobby as her right hand dropped down to her side. "The door was open." She stated.
Before the young woman could reply, Ash drew her suppressed Glock turned and fired twice into the woman's chest. One hit the woman in the left breast, while the other hit just below it. The woman's face screwed up in pain as she was pushed to back to fall behind the cart. Ash walked forward till she could see the woman. She spoke down to her. "Sorry, I can't have witnesses." The woman was writhing slightly in pain, almost dead already, but Ash put a another bullet between her breasts. The woman jerked and went still.
If that wasn't bad enough, her earpiece erupted with a woman's voice. "Geena, a maid is coming up with some food for Kordwell. Let her in."
Ash sighed as she put the Glock back in the holster. She would have to hurry now.
(I haven't written in years, so I'm a little rusty. Lady Ash was one of my muses from long ago. I miss her very much. Let me know if you would like the second part to the story.)
