V/K: Victim
Name: Jennifer Devereux
Age: 26
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. After two tours in the Middle East, she left the Marines and joined a private military firm. Tough, cunning, dedicated to her job. Has a young daughter back in the States that she supports with her mercenary pay.
Scene: You've been hired to assassinate the head of state of a West African state. Unfortunately, a western PMC has been hired as bodyguards. Deal with them before eliminating your target.


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Ben slowly pushed opened the door to the bedroom and crept in, his hand firmly gripping a silenced Colt Woodsman. The bubbly young blonde was in the midst of playing some kind of videogame while blathering on into a mic. There was a webcam set up above her PC monitor. Ben smiled to himself. Perfect, there was already a web stream set up. That bonus was his.

He padded over to the girl and jammed the gun against her neck. She shrieked and twirled around, her hands flying up. "What the fu-" she cried, before Ben grabbed her by the hem of her T-shirt and threw her to the other side of the bedroom. She stood up, hands raised in a pathetic attempt to protect herself. "Please don't hurt me!" she squealed.

"Strip", he commanded. The blubbering girl immediately took off her shirt, revealing a perky pair of tits. She fumbled with her skinny jeans, hurriedly stripping them down, along with her panties. A neatly trimmed patch of golden fuzz topped her vagina.
She covered herself with her hands and glared at Ben, blushing furiously. He turned the webcam toward her, pistol still leveled towards her chest. "Masturbate", he ordered.

Jasmine obliged. Her slender hand reached down and began to rub her pussy. Her other hand grasped her right tit and squeezed. The young woman bit her lower lip as her rubbing intensified, her fear mixing with intense arousal. Ben could see a clear liquid drip down from Jasmine's vagina. She finally reached orgasm and gasped, squirting all over her fingers.

Dispassionately, Ben squeezed his trigger finger four times in rapid succession, four small holes appearing in a tight grouping between Jasmine's firm, perfectly shaped tits. The young woman fell back, her sky blue eyes wide in shock. Slowly, she slumped down, leaving a trail of blood on the wall. Her hands clasped at her chest, but Ben knew that her wounds were fatal. The rounds would have penetrated her lungs, heart, and spinal column. He walked over to the dying girl, knelt down, and forced her face up. He stared into her eyes, and she stared back. Tears slipped down her cheeks as her soft lips parted, blood pouring forth. She mouthed a question, her eyes filled with fear and sadness. Ben shook his head. The girl closed her eyes and exhaled. She never inhaled again.

Ben let go of her head, and the body fell over on its side, blood pooling around it. As he stepped out of the room, he took on last glance at the PC monitor. The stream chat was on fire, dozens of comments being made each second. Ben knew that the police were on their way. He saluted the webcam and exited the room.