“So, what exactly did you say you wanted again Mr-“ Annie blew bubblegum as she talked. A man had called for her by name. Her reputation was growing. Greatly.
”Liberta.”
“Mr. Liberta. Can you repeat what you want me to do again?” The man under the gray poncho stood against a brick wall, rain leaving a harsh sound from the plastic. Annie stood across from him, under a vibrant red umbrella, held by one of her newer business associates.
“On June the 20th, Father’s Day in the united states, a man will be staying at the Destiny City Hilton, in the presidential suite. At approximately 9 pm you will arrive and ply your…service to him, leaving afterwards when his wife arrives two hours later.” It was a rather convoluted plan. Not to mention far off. And with dates, rooms, times all set…it was fishy even for Annie, rising drug lord. Or was it lord-ess?
“And that’s it? Suck him off and leave when his wife shows? Make some political scandal?” A morbid laugh came from the shadows where the man stood. “Not quite.” Something silver reflected in the street light.

A gun.

“When there, you will plant this gun in his affects, making sure it goes unnoticed.” As Annie picked the gun she cracked the barrel. Full. A revolver. No silencer. A gun meant to be traceable and heard. She sneered. “You want me to get-“
“Hardly.” Even in the dark she could see the glow of blue eyes. “No, I don’t want you to kill him. That gets too messy, for all involved. No…” Something else was pulled from the poncho. The man next to Annie tensed reaching for his gun.

A vial of violet. No bigger then her thumb. “Poison?”
”Close, but no. A hallucinogenic. A one found in prescription drug when they are taken in access and combined with alcohol. A few drops will suffice, and more will have the same effect as but a few drops. You see, the man you are going to service that night will earlier that day find himself highly agitated and perhaps even slightly…paranoid? Yes, paranoid. Of his own wife even.” The pieces began to fall into place.
“You mean for him to kill his own wife? That’s rather cold. She leave you for him?” Another laugh. “God no. Let’s just say…if one dies, the other will shortly follow.”
“How do you know this murder suicide will work?”
Blue eyes went cold, as Annie felt a chill up her spine. “I know.” A small false laugh ran out of Annie. “How much will you be paying?”
“Five thousand up front, ten thousand upon a satisfactory completion. If your services fail, you shall still receive the sum of five thousand after.”
“So if we botch the job we still get paid?” Ha! Then what was the point o-
“Make no mistake Miss Ann, if I find that you botch the job on purpose or don’t try at all…You’ll find that some history just doesn’t stay dead.” Blood was ice in her veins. “Does it Eloise?” Fury and fear. “10k after the job is done?”
”If done properly.” A hand reached out, an envelope. She snatched it. Five thousand. All in cash.

“Just why do you want this guy dead so bad?”
The man in the gray poncho was smirking, she could feel it.
“When Paris stole away Helen, her husband Menelaus started a great campaign upon Troy, eventually laying the land to ruin. In the wake on one’s man’s lust countless lives were ruined. I am one such life.” Annie quirked a brow. This man was a nut case.
“Fratricide, Sororicide, Patricide, Matricide. Call it what you will. Either way…” His back turned. Annie couldn’t shake the cold chill in her body, none of it having to do with the cold rain.

“I expect to find them dead.”