Hey, sorry I didn't upload sooner! I got sick twice, and I wrote this while I was constantly throwing up. To compensate, I made this chapter longer. Sorry there is no direct action but I have something wicked planned! ;) Read on! :D
Alice Point of View
So we land in Siberia, I don't know where exactly, but we walk out of the small local airport and its freezing! Wait, let me rephrase, its below freezing! I tighten my faux fur jacket around my waist, looking around. The part of Siberia where we are at, the land was pretty barren, snow covered everything in sight and there was no sign of civilization (save for the airport), it was a perfect place for our North European Base.
I had gotten the seasons all mixed up though, instead of being the middle of winter (like I thought it was) it was early summer. You would think that meant the weather being a little bit warmer but no, it was beyond cold.
Waiting for us outside the airport was a sleek black Hummer 2, the only form of transportation in sight. Nice! Big cars such as the Hummer were ideal for the harsh Siberian climate, especially since there wasn't much road here. I turn around to look at Gabbie, and find her talking to the driver, well, flirting more likely. Trust Gabbs to become friendly with the locals! I sign and lift my suitcase, putting it in the trunk of the hummer, getting into the backseat. I knew Gabbie would want to have the front seat, easier to flirt that way anyways.
“All set?” the driver said as soon as Gabbie gets in. I look over to him, he has black hair that naturally stands up, this was a stark contrast to his pale white skin, they didn't get much sun up here in the North, I thought. But all in all, I could understand why Gabbie had an eye on him, he had a great jawline (but not as good as Alex's) and he had cute blue eyes (I still prefer a certain someones green ones). Oh god, I need to stop thinking about Alex!
The driver starts the Hummer and we're off, the ride to the base took a couple hours since it is completely isolated. In the beginning I just sat and looked out the small rectangular window, just daydreaming and thinking about all the missions and stakeouts I have had. In the background I could hear the driver and Gabbie chatting away about something unimportant. Later on the flight took a toll on me and I began to feel drowsy. I stretched myself out on the backseat and began to dream...
Flashback Dream (basically she is dreaming about her past)
3 months ago, Somewhere in Malaga, Spain
“You know what to do kiddo, I'm sorry about all this but work is work, good luck!” Franco spoke through my ear piece.
“Yeah, thanks!” I muttered, striding in with my 4 inch cherry red stilettos and a black overcoat that didn't reveal what I was wearing. I walk into the elevator and press the penthouse button.
Robert Santos. That was my target. my mission objectives being to go in there, kill him and to retrieve an important folder. Yeah, that part was fine with me, I just didn't like dressing up as a stripper. Apparently Santos really liked women, young women to be exact, thus the reason why I was here.
The elevator dinged and opened up to reveal two big burly bodyguards standing on either side of the white wooden door. I walk up to them and flash them a smile, one on them smiles back and opens the door for me. Yes, they know their boss well, there must have been countless girls before me. As I walk into the penthouse, he slaps my butt. I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to turn around and kick him where the sun doesn't shine. Especially since I was wearing pencil heels, that would've hurt like hell.
Instead I turn around, smile at them and close the door, silently locking it. After that is done I look around, just saying, Santos really needs another maid. His apartment was a huge mess, I stood in the living room looking around. There was a D cup bra hanging off the corner of the flat screen TV, empty bottles of beer stood on the tables and lined the floor surrounding the white sofa. Half eaten Chinese takeout boxes could be seen on the kitchen counters. Eww.
From my vantage point I could see into the master bedroom, the bed was unmade and I could see more clothes littering the floor. I shuddered, hopefully I wouldn't have to go that far.
Suddenly I hear a presence to the right of me. I turn around and see Santos himself. A person would have to be blind to say that he didn't look young and handsome. Yes, he was hot but I had no interest in him.
“Wow, when the website said that you were young, I didn't think you were a child.” he said coming closer to me, touching my arm. Instead of being repelled by it as I naturally would have been, I leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “I make up for it with experience.” Leaning back I saw him shudder. This will be easier than I thought.
I turn around and start to walk away from him, towards the direction of the white sofa, taking my black coat off, revealing only my black lacy bra with matching lacy shorts that clung to my skin, oh Gabbie, couldn't she choose something less revealing? I turn around and see him ogling at me. Then, I pull the rubber band out from my hair, shaking it in the process. He looks at me with lust filled eyes and starts walking in my direction. Ugh, here goes.
He comes closer and wraps his hairy arms around me, pressing his lips to mine. Instant repulsion hits me, but I kiss him back. This is my job, this is what I'm supposed to do. His hands snake down to my butt, grabbing and squeezing it. I force my hands to move up to his shoulders, then into his black hair. Eww, its been awhile since he has washed his hair, let me tell you that.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him, all the while disgusted by him. Then, he starts kissing down my neck, making me shudder in repulsion, its time to kill this idiot, its gone too far. Using my free hands, I start taking off both of my stilettos, he would think that I was just getting ready for the bed when in reality, the heels doubled up as a weapon.
You see, the 4 inch heels was just a cover, I took off the heel part of the shoes, revealing a thin, but deadly 3 inch blade. If I used this properly, he will be dead with just one thrust, if not, he will still be alive and can call his bodyguards, bodyguards that had big guns with them.
I took a deep breath and turned to face him, he stopped kissing me and looked at me curious, I then smiled as sweetly as I could and ran the knife along the base of his neck. He didn't even have time to scream as the knife slashed his esophagus, cutting all the oxygen flow to his body. Blood gushed out from his neck, (where all the blood vessels had been cut) this disgusting hot blood hit me full on and soaked me from my neck all the way down to my thighs. I let go of this now lifeless corpse, landing on my bare feet as silent as a cat. The body of Santos collapsed on the white carpet, instantly staining it.
Now I was faced with a new problem, how the hell do I get out of here? I couldn't just waltz out the door, the bodyguards would get really suspicious and I was covered in blood. Oh eww! Going against my judgment, I walk towards the bathroom and lock it behind me.
I take all my clothes off and start soaking them in cold water in the sink, but not before I rinse my mouth out with some mouthwash. I take my ear piece off and set it next to the sink. Then I get into the shower and stand there as the warm water washes all the blood from my body. This wasn't a half bad idea, I thought. I have to stay in here anyways since the guards would find it weird that I come out after only 15 minutes.
After a few minutes I get out of the shower and wrap myself in a white fuzzy towel, feeling refreshed. I then take my clothes out of the sink and hang it on the handrail to dry, it won't take that long, seeing that there wasn't much cloth in the clothes to begin with. I put my ear piece back on, whispering,
“Franco? Hello, can you hear me?”
“Yes I hear you, is Santos dead?” he replied in the ear piece.
“Yes he is.” I reply squeezing water out of my hair.
“What was the sound of water I heard earlier?” he says sounding curious.
“Oh umm I was taking a shower.” I say feeling a little embarrassed. I hear him chuckling on the other end of the line as I walk out of the bathroom, naked save for the white towel that I had wrapped around me. I see the dead body in the middle of the now dark red carpet and avoid going near it, walking into his study instead.
“How does the file look like?” I said.
“Its a plain white folder with a total of about 10 pieces of paper in it. The folder is titled 'Lease on Properties', look in the metal cabinet, its supposed to be in there.”
…
After I had found the folder and expertly stuffed it down my chest (don't ask how, I just did it) I wore the bra and shorts, throwing in the black overcoat and prepared to leave. I checked the bathroom for any pieces of stray DNA such as fallen hair, etc. The towel had already been burned in the oven (couldn't burn it outside because of the smoke detectors). Santos lay dead on the carpet, surrounded by a sea of his own blood which managed to seep out more and more the half an hour I had been here.
I cleaned my shoes in the sink and put the heel cover back on, wearing them. As soon as I got out of this mess, I'm going to throw them off my feet and into the nearest trash can.
I turn around and walk out of the apartment, the folder safely tucked in my chest, Santos dead.
…
A bump in the road wakes me up as the Hummer sways back and fourth. The icy terrain was rough and it was almost impossible to get some sleep. Gabbie and the driver, whose name I can't recall hearing, are still in conversation about something.
I look out the front and see that we have almost reached the base. The base is composed of a few large buildings, made of cement, the tallest being 3 stories tall. Most of the buildings are underground. There is a small shack off to the side, also made out of concrete with chains outside where dogs would be tied up. Speaking of dogs, I look around to see 8 big sled dogs running around enjoying their free time. I think they're Alaskan Huskies but I'm not sure.
I start smiling, I love dogs! Too bad I'm not allowed to have one. As the Hummer stops and I'm getting out something large barrels into me, instantly knocking me off my feet. I land with an oof, and open my eyes to see this huge dog standing over me. His front paws were on my chest, his pink tongue sticking out. I laugh out loud, I've already made a friend. Reaching up, I pat his head gently and take his giant paws off of my chest. Standing up, I notice he is a dappled gray and white color with blue eyes. Wow, blue eyes? I've never seen a dog with blue eyes before! Something else that amazes me is his height, his head was at the same height as my waist, wow, huge dog!
“Sorry about that!” the dog says. Wait, did the dog just speak to me? Its mouth wasn't moving but I could swear I heard him talk!
“You can talk?” I say amazed.
“Uh yeah, doesn't everyone?” he replies, tilting his giant head sideways looking at me. I blink at him amazed by this, wow, Siberian weather is really getting to me!
“Dogs don't talk!” I say looking at him.
“Who said I'm a dog?”
“Uh, you look like one?” I can't believe I was talking to a dog! I mean how is this even possible.
To prove how incredibly stupid I could be, the huge dog walked away to reveal a small man standing behind him, he said “I look like a dog?” I blushed instantly, realizing my mistake. Crap, like seriously Alice, talking dogs? I was seriously starting to question my sanity.