[sub][sub][h3][i]Kimberly- Laying low[/i][/h3][/sub][/sub][hr]


[color=9e0b0f]“Ah, Miss Kristen. You’re still alive, then.” [/color]
[b]
“No thanks to you, you tremendous fuckwhistle.” [/b]Kimberly Kristen seethed down the phone, one hand wrapping tightly around her slick black Samsung Galaxy. 

[color=9e0b0f]
“I’ve been more than patient, Miss Kristen,”[/color] Kimberly could practically hear the idiotic grin that was undoubtedly plastered across Abraham Horvath’s face as he not-so-subtly mocked her [color=9e0b0f]“but your Ariella connections only afford you so much leeway. I have a reputation to uphold, after all.” [/color]

[b]“Did it ever occur to you that you’re spending more money on hitmen than I actually owe you?”[/b] Kimberly scowled. 

[color=9e0b0f]“I don’t know what you’re referring to, Miss Kristen. I’m nothing but a legitimate buisnessman. Good day.” [/color]

He hung up. 

Kimberly sat alone in the small, well-furnished hotel room that she used to lay low in every once in awhile. She wouldn’t have been able to afford such an up-market hideout on her lawyer's salary, but working for the cities largest crime syndicate had its benefits. One of the problems with the role she played in the Ariella Syndicate was that her whole purpose was to get people out of tight situations, so when she herself ended up in a tight situation, there was next to no one she could call on for help.

From out in the hallway, a delicate fist knocked on her door. 

[b]“Who is it?” [/b]Kimberly called out in her sweetest, most sing-song voice, as she made her way over to the bedside table, and carefully pulled out the silenced 9mm Smith and Wesson she always kept near her person. 

[color=1a7b30]“Its Zoey from the hospitality service, ma'am!” [/color]chirped a hotel attendant from on the other side of the door [color=1a7b30]“I’ve come to drop off you complimentary welcome basket, and to see if everything’s to you liking.” [/color]

Kimberly took several long, calculated strides over to the door, her thighs brushing together, 9mm tucked carefully behind her back. She undid the latch with her free hand, and slowly eased the door open. 

She was greeted by a small, unassuming latino women, dressed in a smart blazer, with her dark hair tied back in a stylish yet practical ponytail. 

It only took Kimberly a few seconds to notice the imprint of the desert eagle against her breast pocket. 

[b]“You could walk away; pretend you never found me. Horvath would be none the wiser.”[/b] Kimberly reasoned. 

[color=1a7b30]“Not if I wanted to get paid, I can’t.” [/color]

‘Zoey’’s hand shot into her blazer, but Kimberly was quicker on the draw. She squeezed the trigger of her 9mm before the hitwoman could grab hold of her own weapon, and blew two holes clean threw her forehead, the silencer muffling the bark of her pistol. A splatter of blotchy red carmine painted the corridor behind her, as the lithe woman’s body went limp and crumpled in a heap on the ground. 

Kimberly sighed.[b][i]I guess that’s the last time I stay here. They did such good battered prawns, as well.[/i] [/b]

She felt her phone buzz, and looked down to read her messages. 

[i]Change of plans! Meet at the safe house. You guys know where. ~ Gyles[/i]


 She couldn’t help but grin. [b][i]No rest for the wicked[/i][/b].