KA-POW

Death by gunfire

    Since I’ve retired and most everyone that might care is no longer in a position to do anything about it I guess I can finally talk about how I spent my working life. I was a hired killer, that’s right I killed people for money. Most of them did something to deserve killing but there were a few that just were in the wrong place at the wrong time and those I always felt sorry for. After a while I got pretty good a figuring out just was paying me and why somebody was dying. Let me explain how it worked. I had this agent that made the deals, collected the money, kept the records [ we kept records about everything, you never know], paid the bills, and so on. She was this real cute blonde that looked like she was dumber than dirt. Everyone just figured her for a cutout and kept looking for the real connections. In truth she was smarter than hell, tougher than an old boot, and completely loyal. Not to mention honest to a fault. I even met with her about once every year or two. She would send me a file for every kill. Some of it came from the client, some was the result of her research, and some was what the spooks would call an intelligence estimate, really a best guess about the job.                                                                                                Anyway I would look the file over and make plans. Then I reread it but this time I read between the lines trying to figure out who wanted this person dead, why did they want it, was there apt to be somebody hunting my ass because of the kill, and was it worth the trouble. I always had the option to refuse a job but I rarely did so. 
    The style and language of the clients brief always gave a lot away. Government agencies followed a template and used words like terminate, everything was there but it was very formal and stiff. Other independent pros cut it to the bare bones and assumed I was as good at my job as they were at theirs. Criminal types used nicknames and got personal with reasons, they often talked about it being betrayal of trust or just business. Private cases seemed to fall into two groups. One was somebody looking for justice and the other was the kill my ex-wife for me so I can get on with my life kind of thing.  Most of the time I refused to kill an innocent wife figuring she had been screwed enough just by marrying the asshole. 
    I figure you don’t really care about how I ran my business so I’ll get on with the stories and to show you what a nice guy I am I’ll stick to the ones where a broad ends up dead. Fair enough?
    I remember the first time I killed a teenaged girl. One of those deals where payback is a mutherfucker. The kid was seventeen and in fact it was her birthday party. Or rather her after party party. Everyone was gone except for her a couple of girlfriends. They were planning to spent the night and all three were out by the pool. They had drunk too much and felt brave so the suits had come off for a skinny dip. One had a huge rack over a pubic patch that you could have hidden in. The second was just a plump pretty girl while the target was still on the skinny side with small pert tits and an very lightly furred cunt. I had orders to make her hurt first so I waited for just the right shot. I got it when she stood on the diving board and was facing the side on the pool that I was hidden near. I was using a suppressed rifle with a nice bright scope on it so I got a nice look at her pussy slit just before the low bark of the shot. I was able to stay on target and witnessed the bullet hit her belly just above her hair line. She screamed and crumpled into the pool. At first her friends thought she was screwing around but then they saw the dark cloud of blood in the water as she sank. The one with the big tits just stood screaming but the pretty one was made of better stuff. Within seconds she was in the pool and hauling her friend to the far edge of the pool. By the time they were hanging from the edge the gutshot girl was recovered enough to know she was badly hurt and started calling for help. I watched and let the two girls get her out of the water before I struck again. Pretty one realized what had happened and had just ordered big tits to get help when my second slug blew the target’s head apart and spattered her brains across the deck. I faded out with the knowledge that my employer should be happy. 
   
    My first kill was for the government. I was still in the service and the powers that be had spent a lot of money training me so I guess they figured they out to get some return on their money. Fine with me, I was all ready to kick ass and take names. But what I got was not quite what I expected. I’d always thought my kills would be a five hundred meters but this one was right up close and personal. Hell the only way I could have gotten any closer was to have stuck my dick into her. Her husband was a big noise and some of my friends had managed to punch his ticket a couple of days earlier but she had the information that we needed to stop so the hunt went on. We got a fix on her and had to move fast. We caught up to her late that night when she stopped over to rest in a hidden hut. We were a small team and she had bodyguards, no way could we just bust in shootin. Instead we set up a claymore outside the hut just in case  and I got to sneak in the back way. I caught her coming out of the crapper. She was naked, a small woman with a tight little body and kind of cute. She actually bumped into me in the dark but before she could react a wrapped my free arm around her and pulled her close. The silenced .22 pistol made just soft clicks as I gave her the whole clip. She stiffened with the first couple of shots and then went limp in my grasp. I let her slide to the floor, reloaded as I listened for any signs that someone had heard, and looked at her. In the dim light I could see a row of small dark holes in her torso running from her bellybutton up to the hollow of her throat. She looked dead and I could find no pulse but just to be sure I shot her eyes out. We recovered the claymore and beat feet into the night.

    As a rule I preferred to use a rifle, I’m a sniper by trade and training and I like some distance between me and the hit. Using the long shot opens up a lot of different possibilities and makes the job a lot easier. Its one thing to protect a person from somebody walking up and sticking a knife or gun into his ribs and quite another to stop a shot from a half a mile away. I had this cheating wife job once. The broad was just screwing her husband over something fierce and since she was the one with the money he was having to just sit and take it. Through a series of friends of friends I got the job to put a stop to it. I had to do most of the research myself but I never minded that, at least I knew the info was good that way. This cheating cunt had a cottage on a small island just off shore where she liked to party and I spent some time fishing nearby. Through the scope I watched her get laid by any of several studs she kept around. Our girl was quite inventive and very flexible to boot. As I say it there were only two ways to get to her on that damn island. One was the long shot but there was damn few places to shoot from and the other was to try to sneak in and take her out up close. I was about to man the landing craft for a frontal assault when I noticed a mark on the chart of the water around the island. All it showed was a rock about eight hundred meters from the island and as lock would have it right in sight of her favorite place to get fucked every evening. Maybe just maybe I was on to something. I knew she would be leaving the island for a couple of weeks but that she would be back for at least another week after that so I had time to get ready. I bought a small low boat that could just about get out to the island and back with me and my gear. The rock would come out of the water at low tide just enough to let me hide behind it and at high tide left me laying in the water. I got into position before daylight. My gear was in waterproof cases so it was in no danger when I pulled the plug and let the boat sink. A couple of rock climbing anchors secured everything in place. Then I waited. As the tide went out the boat dame out of the water and drained out. Now hidden from the island I got ready. By the time our girl showed up for her sex romp I was watching her through my scope. When I took the shot she was sitting on her boy toy with his cock planted deep in her and she was having quite a ride. The slug got her right between her plastic tits and blew a fist sized hole in her back. She was dead before she fell off his prick. With his normal confusion and my silencer he never had a chance to understand what had happened before I blew him away too. Poor toy boy, wrong place, wrong time. By the time anybody came looking for them I was long gone and they were cold. 
    I even got to perform a few legal executions as a one man firing squad. I guess since I was a sniper and used to blowing people away I wouldn’t mind doing it. Mind, hell it was a trip. I never get to meet my targets before I waste them and it would be relaxing not to have to worry about sneaking in and evading hunter killer squads after the shot. It was just a day at the range but with live targets. The first time I had three women to execute. They were tied to posts in the traditional manner. I had met them the day before but they had no idea that I was the one that would kill them. I even spent a pleasant hour with the youngest, she wanted one last roll in the hay before her death and I was willing. Not that any were what you would call old or ugly. Anyway I was positioned in behind a wall that had a firing port in it. The women were twenty five yards away and I had a very solid shooting rest. My rifle was not a big one but used very nasty expanding slugs. I knew I would be  able to watch each slug strike and in the event I was off I could get off a follow up shot quickly. There were no blindfolds and the women were to be shot in succession starting with the one on my left. They were also nude, both as a last insult and to allow me to judge my shots. Bright lights were shining in their faces so that had no idea of what was happening behind the firing slit. I took aim at the first one which happened to be the one I had screwed. No matter now she was just another target. There was a cross marked on her bare skin just to the right side of her left tit to mark her heart. My crosshairs settled over the ink. I slipped into the shooter’s bubble and squeezed the trigger. My aim was perfect. The center of the cross was holed by the slug and I saw the red cloud of blood and tissue far out to the sides of her post. Her body slammed back and fell forward limply. I let her hang by her ropes for the prescribed three minutes and then sent another round into the top of her head. Her skull bulged and one eye was forced out of its socket. Without a doubt she was dead. The girl next to her was in shock,  just standing staring at the body next to her when I shot her. Again her body slammed and bounced limply and again a slug to the head for the mercy shot. The last one was in full panic mode, screaming and fighting her bonds. I realized I would never get a nice solid sight picture the way she was moving so I just aimed center of mass and fired. With a slug in her chest I knew she would settle down for a second shot. A red spot appeared where her right nipple used to he bounced back and forth for a second of two before she sagged against the ropes. Just as she was raising her head to look at me I shot her again. Right on the mark and once more her body slammed back to the post but this time she was limp when she fell forward. The bullet to the head ended my work except for the paperwork and cleaning my piece.                                                                                                                                                                        
    I had one execution that was almost like a hit. The condemned was a thirty something woman that had been sentenced by one of the secret courts in absentia. For various reasons it had been decided to keep the  whole affair secret so I was the only guy other that the brass that knew what had happened. She had been delivered to a small cabin that was hidden in a very remote part of a military area. It was guarded by members of an elite security unit that I had worked with before. She was handcuffed to a chair and was nude as usual. She had not been told about her sentence, that was part of my job. She thought that she was there for further questioning. When I entered she tried to look tough but since she had already been through several grueling sessions the effect was kind of pathetic. I knew what she had done and I was determined to make her pay. My orders were simple, kill her. I brought with me a small .22 caliber pistol to do the job. I started out by slapping her around a bit before telling her I was going to kill her. She was begging when the first little slug tore into her kneecap and was screaming as the second hit the other knee. I shot both of her big tits several times but was careful to miss putting a slug into her chest cavity, it would not do to kill her too quick. Next I shot her cunt. Several times. I let her sit for a while and suffer before placing more slugs in her guts. I was very careful and each and every one was calculated to inflict the maximum pain and suffering without killing her. Well at least without killing her to fast. More than likely she would never survive the lead in her guts even if I took her to medical help but it would take a while. I almost wished I had the time to let them slowly kill her but I had to be somewhere else soon. I let her wallow in her agony for about an hour before I stuck the gun in her cunt and fired the whole clip up into her body. She stiffened for a few seconds and then went limp. I reloaded and pumped the second clip into the center of her chest and a third into her face and head. I loaded her body into a body bag and took it with me until I was met by a pair of guards that took her away for disposal. I hope that fed her to the pigs.