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I never understood all the fuss about going after families, they were among the easiest you could get in the Agency. I’d rather break into a suburban house in the middle of the night to kill five or six people than try to dodge heavily-armed and highly-trained guards to take down one asshole any day of the week. It paid less, sure, but I had a better chance to get out alive. With a few tools I paid less for than the greasy burger and fries I scarfed down at dinner, I broke the lock and slid into the home of John Glazer with nothing but a silenced handgun and a cheap goblin mask.

John let out a rumbling snore as I crept into his room. His wife, a petite woman with long dark hair, Jessie, rolled onto him. Another snore tried to escape his lips and I shut him up with a bullet to the forehead. Jessie rolled onto her back again and thought she might wake up. She shifted her legs and let out another snore. I watched her breasts rise as she took her final breath and put a round between her eyes.

The adults were down, two girls and one boy to go; the part everyone else dreaded. It meant little difference to me. What did it matter if the person I killed happened to be a kid? My client wanted them dead and my job was to make sure they died.

The other rooms on that floor were empty so I made my way upstairs. I thought my job was done when I heard talking coming from the first room on the right. The first belonged to a boy and the ones in the room over had to be girls. Then what they were saying caught my ears.

“A little more to the right Leah … that’s it.”

John’s daughters were Nicole and Haley. I had collateral targets. Leah would be collateral damage whoever she might’ve been.

“You’d better not hold back on us. If I don’t cum with you I will be coming after you,” the other girl, Leah I presumed, said.

It sounded like Ethan thought he got lucky tonight. Unless one of the girls was his sister, it sounded like I had two extra kills that night. I always hated collateral damage, knocking off someone else’s enemies for free.

I moved on to the rooms on the left. Ethan and his threesome would have to wait, I couldn’t count on being fast enough to kill them all before someone screamed and alerted Nicole and Haley.

The first one had to be Haley, a flat-chested seven-year-old with pigtails wearing nothing but pink panties with kitten patterns. I slipped the gun under her chin and fired. She slumped and went limp, a damp spot forming in the crotch of her panties.

I went into Nicole’s room next, finding the big-titted thirteen-year-old sleeping topless on her back. Did none of these girls own a shirt? I shoved the gun in her mouth as she snored. Her eyes opened for a few seconds then I put two rounds in her brain.

Now I had to deal with the preteen threesome going on across the hall.

I thought coming up there they were all in the same room, but the girls moaning clearly came from the door on the right while Ethan’s seemed to be in the room on the left. I had no idea what they could be doing at that point, but Ethan’s room sat closer to the stairs so I had to deal with him first. I could leave the door open to make sure his girlfriends didn’t make a run for it.

I opened the door and found Ethan humping the wall, buck-ass naked. No, his dick went into a hole; the little shit made a fucking glory hole. He must've been ballsy or stupid to pull all of this with his parents sleeping downstairs. If I hadn’t killed them already, no doubt his loud moaning would’ve caught their attention by now.

He didn’t even pay attention to the fucking door, still slamming his balls against the drywall as I stood in the doorway. I raised my gun and put a round in his head. He thudded to the floor, a line of cum going down the wall.

“What the hell?” Leah whined. “I told you to make sure I finish. Don’t drop your load and cum, get your dick my in my ass! You don’t get to fuck Jordan until I cum.”

I peered into the hole to see the brown rear end of a preteen girl bouncing up and down, cum dripping from her anus. I smirked and slid the gun into her pussy.

“Hey! I said anal only! I’m not ready to get preg … that’s not a dick! No toys, I want a real cock you…”

The girl let out five sharp grunts, one for each bullet I fired. There was a crash and I pulled my gun back.

I peered in the hole again, finding naked Asian girl writhing on the floor with blood oozing out of her pussy. The other girl, Jordan, a naked blonde with short pigtails, trembled over her body. She looked back through the hole and squealed.

“Who are you and what did you do to Leah?”

“I shot her. Duh!” I held up the gun and smiled as Jordan’s mouth dropped open.

“A-are you going to kill me?”

“I have to. They paid me to kill everyone in this house.”

I slid the gun through the door.

“Wait,” she screamed. “Wait, please!”

“I promise to make it quick if you hold still and give me a good shot of your head.”

“Okay … but … can you take care of me before you kill me? Can you fuck me? I don’t want to die a virgin! You can even fuck my pussy … since I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”

For a brief second I considered ignoring her request and putting a round in her anyway. I didn’t want to leave any of my DNA. Then she turned around and thrust her ass towards the hole, spreading her legs and showing me her dripping cunt. I never rolled with a girl this young and I never had a twelve-year-old offer her pussy to me like this. She was collateral damage, my client wouldn’t give a shit if I left her body or not.

“Your boyfriend’s door is open, I will see if you try to run for the door. If you try to escape or do anything to my dick, your death will not be quick. Understood?”

“Okay,” she sniffed. “Just don’t shoot my pussy. Okay? That looks like it hurts.”

I pulled out my cock and shoved it through the hole. Her pussy slid over my meat and I began thrusting. Her girlish moans filled the quiet house. It didn’t take long for her snatch to begin pulsing around my cock and a few thrusts later I squirted my load.

“I should clean your dick off,” she moaned a minute later and slid her lips over my cock. I pulled out and she whimpered.

“Sorry sweetie, but I think you should die now,” I pushed the gun through the hole. Though she started sobbing, Jordan opened her lips and let me slide my gun into her mouth. I pulled the trigger two times and she slumped to the floor.

I went through the other door to find the two girls sprawled out on the bathroom floor. Jordan was dead but Leah twitched and groaned as I walked in. I put two rounds in her head. I used a rag and bleach to clean my cum off the wall and floor. After I made another round of the house, taking photos of the Glazer family to send my boss—and a few extra of John’s wife and daughters—I left with Jordan’s body in a box.