Author: Miserabella PM
Sarah Easton was a woman on a mission and come hell or high water she would see it through. Not for her own sake but for the man she had inadvertently put in danger simply by associating with him. She knew two things for certain. One, she would find David. Two, those who took him would regret ever having crossed her path.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,015 - Updated: 03-08-13 - Published: 03-04-13 - id: 3105895
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Sarah Easton was a woman on a mission, and once set on achieving something she would not back down, no matter how many obstacles were thrown in her path. The latest annoyances sent her way, three assassins, had proved to be of little challenge. Seriously, it was as if they weren't even trying anymore. Sarah had killed the first two, one with a knife through the gut, the other with a bullet through the head. But she kept the third one alive. At least for long enough to get some information.
"Where is he?" Sarah inquired casually as if the two of them weren't sitting in an abandoned warehouse, him tied up and badly bruised, his fallen companions lying in pools of their own blood.
The assassin glared at her with his one good eye before spitting some blood in front of Sarah by way of answer.
Sarah sighed. She had really wanted to get this done with quickly so that she could get to David, but no such luck it seemed. The assassin's groan of pain as she backhanded him cheered her up a little bit, but not enough. She didn't have time for this!
Leaning forward, Sarah placed her hands on the arm rests. Her voice was quiet, but as she spoke she knew he heard every word. Her mouth mere inches from his ear, she said "I am not in the mood for this now. I know that you possess the information that I need, and if you tell me now without kicking up a fuss, I will kill you quickly. No pain. However," releasing the arm rests, Sarah strolled over to one of the corpses lying on the floor. After pulling out the knife still embedded in the dead man's chest, Sarah returned to the man tied up in the chair. "However," she repeated, "if you don't tell me what I need to know, well," she leaned forward and the man hitched a breath, feeling the knife pressing dangerously close to his sensitive parts, "I will just have to convince you. It might take a bit more time, but I guess I could make an exception this time."
Laughing shakily the man, in an attempt at bravado said "You know this is your own fault, Easton. Getting attached like that? Seems you're slipping."
"You better watch your fucking mouth or I might slip even further," Sarah hissed, pressing the blade harder against the assassin's nether regions, making him yelp. "For a man this close to castration, you're surprisingly lippy."
"All right, all right!" the assassin shouted. Sarah paused, looking expectantly at him. The man gulped, drawing in several breaths of air before saying "I... I'll talk, just, just remove the fucking knife, okay?!"
Sarah smiled. Finally, they were getting somewhere.