Valerie was less than pleased to have her night swim interrupted by another death squad. Both because it meant finding a new safe house (and this was a very nice safe house) and because she happened to be swimming naked tonight.
She cursed under her breath as she tried to sneak around in her bright red bathrobe. Extremely comfortable, but abysmal for tactical purposes. Do tactical bathrobes exist? Valerie made a mental note of it as she came across two female mercenaries in the kitchen. One sported camo gear and a head full of brownish red hair, while the other was dressed in tactical armor and had her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Valerie quickly crouched down behind a corner and listened.
"Andrea! Any sign of her?" barked the blonde. The woman in camo - Andrea, presumably - shook her head. "Just some wine and a cheese plate," she replied.
"Well she's around here somewhere. Fucking find her and put a bullet in her," the blonde merc snapped. Andrea rolled her eyes and walked away - right towards where Valerie was hiding.
"Bitch," she muttered under her breath as she turned the corner. Andrea's eyes suddenly widened as she registered the spy hiding in her peripheral vision. Her hands quickly drew her pistol from its holster.
Valerie was quicker. She grabbed the mercenary and pulled her into a tight sleeperhold. Andrea only managed a strangled gasp before her throat was crushed by Valerie's steel grip. The other mercenary looked towards the doorway. "Hm? Andrea?"
Andrea tried to break free, but she her vision was already beginning to blur. The other merc started towards the doorway when her radio crackled to life.
"Boss! Think I found her weapon stash in the bedroom!" Shit, Valerie thought. I'm gonna miss those guns. The blonde immediately turned around and jogged upstairs.
Andrea gurgled a bit, her grip loosening on her pistol. It clattered to the floor. Valerie winced, but no one seems to have noticed it. She guided the mercenary down as she finally lost consciousness, sliding to the floor. Valerie lifted Andrea's eyelid and was pleased to see her pupil rolled all the way back. She hauled the limp soldier towards the nearby laundry room and laid her on the ground.
She sat on top of Andrea, straddling her. This bathrobe was comfy, but the mercenary's gear would be much more her speed. She unzipped Andrea's bulky jacket, revealing her athletic body beneath. Valerie ran her hands over her chest, running them up towards the soldier's throat. She gripped it firmly, eliciting a soft moan from Andrea. Valerie bent down.
"It's your lucky day," she whispered into Andrea's ear. "You're pretty cute, so I'm gonna let go of the fact that you tried to kill me tonight." Valerie loosened her grip and gave the snoozing merc a kiss on the lips. Then, she stood up and began wiggling her legs out of her pants.
If the death squad had been paying more attention to Valerie's security feed, they might've noticed what appeared to be one of their own members slip into the garage and peel away from the safehouse with a car and a couple duffle bags. Unfortunately for them, they'd only realize their target escaped when they found Andrea, unconscious, stripped, and stashed in the laundry room closet.
