Jinx skimmed through the note quickly, while she responded to Caitlyn on autopilot. “I talked with VI about a trip to Thailand.” she sent as planned, the sisters both made regular searches about a Thailand, this served as an escape way if they needed to disappear. When they promise the disposal of all witnesses, this included the hitwomen themselves.

The letter had basic instructions, twelve targets, weekly meetings in an hotel. They were only women trying to start a union to protect their rights. Not that Jinx cared. She looked up the names on social media just to visualise their faces before calling Caitlyn. “Hi, we’re good?” she heard a few keys getting pressed before Caitlyn’s response. “Yup. So, I already killed VI. Do you want me to take the tickets?” The killer leaned with the letter in her hand. “Yeah that should be good. Hey, from the info I got I can take care of the target this evening. Can you send me a pickup?” she heard scribbling on paper. “Sure. I’ll make a delivery at 28 Lane streets, the key will be on the ignition. Anything else?” jinx took a moment to think. “Nah, I’m good. See ya later.” Caitlyn responded back before hanging up.

Jinx grabbed her own laptop for her research. The targets had their meeting just this evening, she had the address of the hotel, a quick peer into the booking and she had the room, the business suite. The professional killer bursted in laughs when she found out the suite was sound-proofed. That will be an easy one. She looked into the contacts of the one who appeared to be organising the meeting and… Bingo, she did book a catering staff for that evening. Jinx spent the next hours putting her weapons together and planning every steps. When she the clock struck 6PM she lunched Canvas on her laptop and made a call with a contact. Her official job was graphic designer, her computer was set to randomly put and delete shape to give the illusion she was here, and the contact posed as a client to give her an alibi.

She jumped into her car, still fully naked and drove for barely five minutes until she found the pickup Caitlyn left her. She parked right beside it and passed her bag of tools then herself in the new vehicule. Tainted glass dark evening, nobody could tell the driver wasn’t wearing a thing, especially not that she loaded a crossbow. She followed the delivery girl from the catering company. She drove a pickup similar to Jinx’s. It took a single well-tossed nail to pierce her tire. The poor woman stepped out of her pickup, just as Jinx ran past her. In a second she opened the door, dragged her into her own pickup and snapped her neck. Didn’t even need the crossbow, that’s a shame, she didn’t get to use it a lot.

She tossed the corpse under the passenger’s seat, grabbed the dead girl’s phone and drove away. Jinx scrolled through the instructions and recent messages. Thanks face ID. She didn’t struggle to convince the hotel to let her drop the food in a receiving room to be picked up later. She drove to her destination, straight. In the back of the pickup she only had one thing, a cart with a giant tray covered by a comically large cloche, she slapped a “steam inside, do not open until serving onto it before she pushed it in the back on the hotel. Her naked ass was only seen by a few people, who didn’t quite realise what happened before she entered the room. Once inside the tray waited in the receiving room for a while, with Jinx hidden under the cloche.