K/V: Victim
Name: Fiona
Age: 21
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A female mercenary working in North Africa.
Scene: A desert highway.


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Robert checked his watch. It was almost 5:30PM, about the time his target usually got home. He had taken the liberty of breaking in and waiting for her in the living room. Right on schedule, he heard the tinkling sound of keys being inserted into the door lock, the subtle squeak of the door opening and closing, and the rustling of plastic shopping bags.

22 year old Chloe Miller walked into the living room, absentmindedly staring at her phone. For a moment, she didn't even notice she had an uninvited visitor. She looked up, and her eyes widened.

Robert pointed his preferred weapon of choice, a silenced PPKS at her. FWUT FWUT FWUT, the gun whispered thrice.

Three holes appeared in the chest of the young mother-to-be. She fell back against a wall and slid down, smearing blood on the pale cream wallpaper.

Chloe clutched at her chest, a look of panic on her face. "Wh-why?", she gasped plaintively. Robert shrugged, and placed the muzzle of the handgun against Chloe's forehead.

She closed her eyes and looked away, hands raised in a futile sign of submission. The gun whispered again, and Chloe Miller was no more.

Robert picked up the four .380 shell casings and slid them into a plastic bag. He took an old Leica out of his bag and snapped three images of Chloe's corpse. He wrinkled his nose. The pregnant woman had emptied her bowels after death. How disgusting.

Robert was eating his breakfast in the motel room when the local news channel broke the story of the murdered housewife. He smiled, and spooned another bite of oatmeal into his mouth. That crazy ex of the husband had paid him handsomely for the job.