Chapter 6

No Turning Back

All types of thoughts ran through Ashley’s mind as she sat in the back seat of the limousine. Mr. Death was supposed to be the real deal and one of the world’s best assassins; today Ashley would find out just how good she was. A small .22 caliber pistol that was strapped to her inner thigh and a four inch blade that rested in Ashley’s purse were the only weapons that she had. She stepped out of the limousine and entered the five star hotel, the butterflies in her stomach were doing summersaults.

“Relax,” Ashley could hear Angela’s voice through the ear piece. “Just another day at the office.”

“I’m nervous and my palms are sweating,” Ashley said as she boarded the empty elevator and pressed the 10th floor.

“Just relax and know that we are right outside the hotel if you need us,” Angela reminded her.

“Thanks,” Ashley replied as she stepped off the elevator and proceeded down the hall towards Mr. Death’s room. She reached the room and knocked lightly on the door. Seconds later a Japanese man answered the door dressed in an expensive looking navy blue suit, and covering his hands were a pair of black leather gloves.

“Mr. Wang?” Ashley asked.

“Yes I am Mr. Wang,” he smiled while giving Ashley the once over from head to toe.

“May I come inside?” Ashley asked with a seductive smile.

“I would like for you to join me for dinner first,” Mr. Death said.

“That’s fine but you do know that I charge by the hour.” 

“Money will not be an issue,” Mr. Death smiled as he led Ashley down the hall and back onto the elevated.

“You’re doing real well, just stay focused, and relax,” Angela voice buzzed into Ashley’s ear piece. 

Ashley slid into the passenger seat of the B.M.W and made sure she crossed her leg to show off her heavily oiled calf muscle and part of her thighs. On the ride to the restaurant, Ashley made small talk with the man that she was hired to kill before the night was out.

Mr. Death and Ashley stepped foot in the fancy restaurant and were quickly escorted to a table over in the cut.

“Will you be having the usual sir?” The waitress asked in a polite tone.

“Yes ma’am,” Mr. Death replied with a head nod. He then turned his attention to Ashley. “So tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well I’m 23 years old; I like to have fun, eat good food, and enjoy myself. Besides that I live a pretty much boring life,” Ashley lied. She was supposed to kill Mr. Death in his hotel room but instead here she was having dinner with him making small talk.

“You seem like a nice girl why you are out here selling your body?” Mr. Death asked as the waitress returned and sat a bottle of red wine down on the table.

Ashley shrugged. “I need the money.”

“Why not get a job?”

“I have no skills,” Ashley replied. 

Mr. Death went to reach for the bottle of wine, but accidentally knocked his glass off the table. With the reflexes of a cat, Ashley caught the glass before it hit the floor. Her reflexes caused Mr. Death to look at her with a suspicious eye.

“Here, have some wine,” Mr. Death poured Ashley a glass and slid it in her direction.

“No thank you,” Ashley declined. She needed to have a clear mind if she planned to pull of the mission at hand.

“No I insist,” Mr. Death pushed the glass towards her.

Ashley grabbed the glass and looked in it making sure she didn’t see nothing floating around or fizzling inside the glass. “Are you going to have a drink with me?”

“I don’t drink,” Mr. Death, answered quickly.

“Do not drink that wine it’s probably spiked with something!” Angela’s voice chirped through Ashley’s ear piece. Ashley didn’t want to drink the wine but she knew if she didn’t it would surely cause Mr. Death to become suspicious. Going against better judgment Ashley sipped the wine. As the night went on, Ashley continued to sip from her glass while the two enjoyed their dinner. Ashley went to say something when all of a sudden the effects from the wine started to kick in. “Whew!” She huffed.

“Are you alright?” Mr. Death asked faking concern.

“This wine is very strong,” Ashley hinted. As the place slowly began to spin.

“It’s the best wine that money can buy,” Mr. Death said with a smirk. He wasn’t big on trust and always thought that someone was out to kill him, so whenever Mr. Death came this restaurant he had the waitress spike the wine with a substance that made whoever drank it incoherent.

“Excuse me for a second,” Ashley said as she got up and staggered towards the ladies room. “Shit he slipped something in my drink,” Ashley said as soon as she stepped foot in the restroom.

“Can you see?” Angela’s voice chirped through Ashley’s ear piece.

“My vision is a little blurry, but I’m okay,” Ashley lied.

“We’re coming in to get you,” Angela said in a worried tone.

“No I’m fine I can handle it,” Ashley told her. She wanted to splash some water on her face but didn’t want to ruin her make up in the process. “I’m going to wrap it up here and head back to his room so I can seal this deal,” 

Ashley slowly walked back over to the talk and sat down.

“Is everything alright?” Mr. Death asked with a normal expression on his face. There was something fishy about the woman that sat across from him he just couldn’t figure out what, but he was sure to get down to the bottom of it.

“Yes I’m fine,” Ashley put on a fake smile. “I’m ready to get out of here and get my hands on you,” she licked her lips seductively.

Mr. Death smiled, stood to his feet, then lead Ashley out of the restaurant. Ashley sunk down in the passenger seat of the B.M.W and immediately felt nauseous. She felt that at any second she was going to throw up, the motion from the car was not helping her one bit. Ashley’s vision wasn’t getting any better either which meant that she would have to make her move as soon as she entered the room. She knew she was at a disadvantage now, but felt as if this was her one and only chance to throw a monkey wrench in Abdul’s big plan so she decided to go along with it.

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“I think we should pull her from the mission,” Angela suggested. She knew Ashley was a soldier and would rather die in the field rather than be removed from a mission, but now she wasn’t in her right state of mind and that’s what concerned Angela.

“She said she’s fine,” Lieutenant Spiller said. His main concern was accomplishing the mission at hand.

“She’s been drugged for God’s sake!” Angela shouted.

“I said she’s fine!” Lieutenant Spiller barked. “Now that’s the end of it!”