Donald Marrick
Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2016 8:51 am
I. The Blonde
The Petite blonde dressed in all black entered the luxury hotel lobby, being a Saturday night there was a large amount of guest traveling in and out, either arriving back or leaving for a night out on the town. Mistress assassin Susie Yoshida who had dawn the blonde wig for a disguise was also dressed in all black business attire scanned the large lobby as she walks towards the elevators located in the back of the room looking for anything out of the ordinary. There were guests everywhere and everyone one was more or less minding their own business and enjoying the evening. Susie walks through the crowd unnoticed even though she is dressed in an all black with long straight blond wig falling to the small of her back. She reaches the elevators and presses the up button with her black gloved hand. Standing in front of the elevator she waits for it to arrive patiently and staring at the elevator doors. With the soft bell sound of the elevator arriving followed by its heavy golden doors sliding open Susie calmly steps in. She turns to face the doors as they slide close.
In the elevator she presses the button for the 18th floor then stands completely still staring at the doors. To her left in the upper corner of the elevator there is a security camera which is sending it’s feed to the hotel’s main security office on the main floor. The elevator comes to a stop on the tenth floor letting a man dressed in a light blue leisure suit in. Susie grins slightly as the man steps in. He is in his mid thirties with greasy curly brown hair slicked back. With a face of a weasel the man was a sight to be seen wearing the leisure suit with it’s sleeves rolled up at the elbows and bright yellow shirt with the collar popped up around the man’s skinny neck.
Noticing the Susie’s grin the man looks over at her as he presses the button for the lobby. He takes notes of her petite size but he could easily tell she had a tight athletic build under the trench coat. The coat was very tight fitting with the waist belt tied up one could easily see the sexy curves of the woman’s hips. Looking at her from head to toe the man concluded that this broad was a fox. He had seen a glimpse her face when he had stepped on, she had a cute grin, high cheek bones, a small cute nose and thin sexy lips. She also had almond shaped green eyes giving her an exotic look. At first the man had thought she was your normal American blonde but after seeing her face he was not sure any more so he concluded that she was either mixed or Russian or something. The trench coat just fell past her knees, he wish she had on nothing or a sexy dress or something along those lines underneath the coat. But to his displeasure she had on black trousers with black shinny heels. Oh how her legs must look in those heels he fantasized.
Taking a shot the man asked. “Are you from around here?”
First there was no answer but then Susie spoke. “No.”
And there was his opening, yes! He thought. “Me either, I’m from Vegas and my name is Rick. You know since we’re both not from around here you want to go out and enjoy a nice night on the town. I mean nothing romantic or anything…” Rick asked smiling and thinking nothing romantic my ass if you and me get together tonight you’re going to be in bed with me. No one could resist the charm of Rick.
Susie said nothing and continued to stare blankly at elevator doors.
To fast, damn. Should of started with something else then ask her out, Rick thought still with the cheesy smile plastered on his face. Changing gears Rick then asked. “So where are you from?”
Not a sound. The only thing that could be heard in the elevator was cheap no name classical music. !@#$. This is bad Rick thought. Gotta try to save this he thought.
“So are you in town for business or pleasure? I’m here for pleasure and relaxation you know that Vegas night life got too crazy for me.” Rick said with a hint of desperation in his voice.
The bell sounded signaling the arrival on the 18th floor. The golden doors slid opened and Susie steps out and said “Business.” In an emotionless tone as the doors slid shut.
Rick took a deep breath once he was alone again and riding down towards the lobby. That was awkward he thought. Talk about getting blown out of the sky. My luck better be better tonight or I won’t be getting any at all.
The hotel’s hallways were lined with tan walls with an oak finish trim on the upper and lower edges. Paintings of landscapes lined the walls every ten yards or so. At every corner there was a sitting area with large soft comfortable furniture where guest could mingle with one another if the situation to do so presented its self. Susie looks to her left and right scanning the numbers on the hotel rooms and then turned and walked down the right side of the hallway.
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Deputy Marshal Ken Robertson cracked his sore back as walked down the hallway. The 6’3 220 lbs ex marine had spent most of the day traveling, the day had started with a two hour car ride and then almost a day on a plane and then ended with a 45 minute ride to the hotel. Robertson and three other deputy marshals was in charge of the safe passage Donald Marrick a former member the Matiko crime family to a federal court so he could testify against “Skinny” Jimmy Matiko on the murder of Christopher Moretti a rival crime boss and the disappearance of his daughter Christina, who was feared to be dead. She had been missing for nearly three months. Even though Skinny Jimmy didn’t really committed the acts personally Marrick had evidence that he had hired someone to do it. Marrick and Skinny Jimmy never really got along well and their relationship worsen when Jimmy was appointed head of the Matiko family after the retirement of his father. Marrick had enough and went to the police with the information he had on the inner workings of the Matiko family and other priceless secrets. The state department wanted to interview him and get his official testimony now. So a two days after he had given himself up Marrick was sitting comfortably in a four star hotel waiting for his appointment the next morning.
Robertson and the other deputy marshals really did not like this assignment for two reasons. One was that they all hated Marrick, even though he had come forward with valuable information on one of the deadliest crime families in the world didn’t make him a good guy, being the fact that he was a former hit man and muscle for the Matiko family when it was under Skinny Jimmy’s father. The second reason was that Marrick was not exactly liked by the Matiko family who he was ratting out so they would do anything to silence him. With a high profile witness like this the agency usually sent a larger security detail but only went with a four person one in order to keep it low key. The agency believed that the Matiko family was going to be on the look out for large security details so they sent out a bunch of large security units on the day Marrick left. Marrick and his four deputy marshals slipped out later on in the night in a single unmarked Dodge.
Rubbing the back of his neck in exhaustion Robertson loosens his tie as he looked at a painting on the wall. In his peripheral vision he saw a figure in black walking down the hall towards him. He turned to get a better look at the figure; it was a small woman with long blonde hair wearing all black. Her tight fitting trench coat which was tied at her hips showed off her figure off well. She was mysterious looking and at same time attractive. Robertson stood gawking at her like a dummy as she walked towards him. He quickly wiped his mouth for drool, there was none and he was relieved. As the blonde got closer she undid the waist band of her trench coat thus opening the front of it up, revealing black business pants suit underneath. Instinctively Robertson reached for his side arm but ended up looking like a fool because nothing had happen as she passed him. Susie looks over at him with her intense green almond eyes which were contacts and smiled as she passed. She then continued walking down the hall swaying her hips and not looking back once.
II. Guarding Detail
Robertson muttered “wow” under his breath as he watched her walk away from him. That was the most amazing looking Asian woman he has even seen, blonde hair and green eyes. He didn’t know too much about Asians but he knew not too many if any of them had green eyes. As he watched the seductive blonde moved towards the corner away from him his instincts kicked back it as he saw the black gloves that she was wearing. The weather was warm out surely nothing that requires one to wear gloves and a trench coat as well. The realization of how suspicious the woman was kicked him right in the face. The floor had been empty every since they had arrived and now there was a mysterious blond in black wondering around. Marrick’s room was around the next corner from the one the blonde had just rounded. Oh !@#$ Robertson thought as he withdrew his side arm and moved towards the corner that the blonde had disappeared around.
Down in the hotel’s main floor inside of the security office while the two duty security officers argue weather the Giants are better than the Bears. They do not see Susie in her blond wig round the corner of the east wing of the 18th floor and the camera feed going black seconds later. The argument goes on with out an action from either security guard.
Right as Robertson round the corner with gun in hand, Susie who had been hiding around the corner forcibly grabs him with one arm from around the back of the neck and swings him around the corner. With another quick motion she gets her other hand around the back of his neck, now with both hands around the back of his neck she interlocks her fingers and pulls the taller man down. As she pulls him forward and down she bring her left knee up and slams it hard into his chest. Robertson feels an explosion of pain as he falls to his knee dropping his gun. He was gasping for air and was about to look up at his attacker when Susie brings her right elbow down striking Robertson hard in the side of his fore head.
Robertson’s thick 6’3 frame had dropped to his knees and then pitched forward limply after the elbow blow. Susie calmly steps back as Robertson’s falls heavily on his face with a thud. She takes a quick look around the deserted hallway making sure it was still deserted. Once satisfied that no one had seen any thing Susie kneels down next to the unconscious deputy marshal and rolls his heavy form over on to his back. Susie then quickly lifts him from under the shoulders and drags him to a nearby sofa in the sitting area of the corner. It then takes all of her might to lift the 220 lbs limp body on the sofa. She lets out a sigh of exhaustion once the task is done. Robertson now sat limply on the sofa with his head hanging forward heavily, his body in a slouch and his arms at his sides with palms up. His brown suit was wrinkled and half of his white dress shirt was now untucked due to all the moving and lifting. Susie retrieves the 9mm Glock that Robertson had dropped and then expertly releases the clip and removes the slide of the weapon followed by the firing pin rendering it useless. Moving back over to Robertson she puts the Glock back together and slams the clip back in and sticks it back into Robertson’s holster. Grabbing his close cropped brown hair Susie lifts Robertson’s head up. His face was at peace with his eyes shut and his jaw hanging open, a small bruise on his fore head with the only indication of his forced knock out. Susie pulls a pen like syringe from the inside of her trench coat and jabs it into Robertson’s neck. He lets out a moan as his body goes limper. The syringe is filled with a sleep agent that should keep a person out for at least an hour. However Susie could never be too sure with a big man like Robertson, hence the reason why she had disabled his sidearm. She lets go of his hair letting his head hang over his chest heavily.
“Sweet dreams sweetie,” Susie said patting Robertson on the head. Normally she would bind his wrist and ankles and gag him but since he was asleep in the hallway he would draw less attention if he was not bounded and gagged. She then moves toward the next corner where she leaps up behind a security camera and unplugs it killing the feed to the main security office down below. Crouching behind the corner Susie peels off her blonde wig revealing her silky black hair tied back in the tightest bun possible. Sticking the wig into her coat Susie pulls out a red haired wig and places it over her hair. Retrieving a small spray bottle from her coat in which its contents imitated the smell of liquor she then sprays it over herself. Now a red head with shoulder length hair that smelled like liquor Susie stands back and takes deep breath and steps around the corner.
Deputy Marshal Jean Thornburg runs her hands through her short dark brown hair and checks the time on her watch. She had been standing in front of Donald Marrick’s hotel room door for the last hour or so since they had arrived a the hotel. Marrick was safely inside his room with the other two deputies. They were to take shift standing out in front of the room till morning when they were to take Marrick down town. Jean had felt a sort of uneasiness since they had left partly because of the nature of Marrick being a high profile witness and the agency assigning only her and three other deputies for his security detail. She also hated Marrick as well, he had vowed to take down the Matiko family with testimony but when it all comes down to it he was still as bad as they could get. He had hit on her three times since they had left HQ so she had glad fully volunteered to be first shift outside of the room. Since they had gotten to the hotel and off of the streets Jean felt a little better and safer and being in the hallway away from Marrick cooled her nerves down even more. Now if she could just go out and have a cigarette she would feel even better. Where was Ken? She thought he had said he was going to walk around the floor and be back in a few. She wished he would come back now so she could step for a cigarette.
Jean leaned against the wall sighing, she was tired and she wanted a cigarette badly. Then from the corner of her eye she saw a figure emerge from the left side of the hall from the corner. It was a red head dressed in all black with a trench coat which was opened showing her black pants suit underneath. The red head stubble and leaned heavily against the wall giggling. She continued to move towards Thomas while leaning on the wall for balance. Oh great…Jean thought to herself as she began to move towards the woman.
“Excuse ma’am do you need some assistance?” Jean asked in an official tone that all members of law enforcement seemed to have. Now standing across from the woman Jean could smell the alcohol on the woman’s clothing. The woman was shorter than her by a couple inches she had cute Asian facial features with green eyes setting off her tan complexion and red hair well. She was very pretty.
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“Yeah, I do need some assistance.” Susie replied in slurred voice and a giggle. “There is a party in the lobby with free booze, so if you could be so kind point me in the direction of the elevator.” Susie said acting woozy and making it look like it was impossible to keep her balance. “You could point me to the direction the stairwell as well but as you can see in my current condition that maybe hazardous to my health.” Susie added with a giggle. Susie could tell right away that the woman before her was a member of Marrick’s security detail simply because of her official tone of voice, her boyish hair cut, her grey pants suit with a white blouse underneath and of course the 9mm Glock at her hip.
“Uh ma’am I think you had enough to drink tonight.” Jean replied. There was no way she was going to let this lady go any where in the condition she was in being a law enforcement officer and a fellow woman she felt that this lady had to be helped back to her room so no harm could come to her.
“Hey!” Susie protested putting her gloved index finger up and said. “You must feel not think.” She said laughing.
“Ma’am? That does not make any sense. You are clearly not fit to go any where. Where is your room? I’ll help you get there.” Jean asked with a puzzled look on her face. This woman was totally out of it she thought. It was wonder that she even made it out of her room.
“Now you look here sir, I don’t need anyone to tell me where to go.” Susie said in her best angered drunk impression and pushed past Jean and continued to slide forward against the wall down the hall.
“Ma’am, you are really not sober enough to go anywhere. You just called me a man. Now let me help you to your room so you could sleep this off.” Jean said in calm voice trying to not anger the red head even more.
“You’re a woman?” Susie asked giggling. “You sure fooled me!” She then exclaimed laughing and then suddenly sliding to the floor.
Jean had lunged forward but was too late to catch the red head. Who now sat laughing on the floor. Maybe now she would see that she was not fit go down to the lobby. Jean thought reaching down and grabbing the red head by the elbows.
“Damnit!” Susie said in a defeated tone. “I guess I am fucked up.” She then admitted. As Jean reached down to help pull Susie to her feet from her elbows. Susie secretly withdraws the pen syringe from her coat and hides it within hand. As Susie gets back on her feet she wraps her arms around Jean’s neck as if for support. She then silently jabs the pen into back of Jean’s neck.
The deputy marshal’s hazel eyes went wide with surprise as Susie thumbed the sleep agent from the syringe. Jean lets out a “ugh” followed by a sensuous moan as her eyes roll back into her head and her eye lids fluttered shut. Her arms then limply drop to her sides as her body goes completely limp. Susie wraps her arms from under the arms of the sleeping deputy in order to keep the woman standing limply. Jean’s head lolls forward heavily resting on Susie’s shoulder.
Speaking normally now Susie whispers into the ear of the sleeping deputy, “It looks like you had too much to drink now since you’re passed out and all.”
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Suddenly door near the corner opens an elderly man and his wife steps out into the hallway looking at Susie and the unconscious Jean Thornburg’s limp form slumped on her. Susie’s mind and adrenalin went racing and thought oh !@#$ thinking of the other sleeping deputy just around the corner. She was ready to drop the limp agent and quickly knock out the couple as well. What a disaster this was going to be. To her relief the elderly woman was tugging her husband away from Susie and the sleeping Jean. They were going to avoid walking near Susie and head down away from her and away from the other sleeping deputy.
The old man stopped and looked back at Susie, his wife tugging at his sleeve. “Do you need any help young lady?”
Susie smiled and said. “Nope, thank you for asking though. It’s our one year anniversary and she just had too much to drink that’s all. Our room is just around the corner. We were on our way there when she just passed out on me.” She concluded with an innocent smile. Grabbing Jean by the arms Susie turns around so that limp form of the deputy fell over Susie’s back as if Susie was giving the taller women a piggy back ride. “We’re fine.” Susie insisted from under Jean as she headed towards the corner. “Time for some hot sex sweetie too bad you’re so out of it.” Susie added with a smile.
The elder women had gasp with that comment and said to her husband. “Kid’s these days are in to so many odd things. Now let’s go Howard I don’t want to miss the show.”
Howard calls after Susie as she rounds the corner. “Congratulations.” As him and his wife walks the other way towards the elevators.
“Thank you!” Susie replies from around corner her voice muffled from under the sleeping deputy.
After Susie had rounded the corner she dropped off Jean’s body into a puffy leather chair in the corner’s sitting area and looked around the corner to see if the couple had followed her. They were already half way down the hall and not looking back. She then turned back around the corner and looked down the other direction. It was deserted, the only thing she saw was the limp form of the male deputy sitting on the sofa at the other corner. She takes a sigh of relief and looks over at the sleeping female deputy who sat limply in the leather seat, she was slouched backwards with her head leaning on her shoulder and her legs straight out in front of her, her limp arms jangling over the arm rest of the leather chair. Ever since Susie had taken down the Black Dragon Society a mere three months ago she had developed a new interest in the unconscious female form and found her self slightly aroused looking down at the sleeping Jean Thornburg. Her mission wasn’t over yet so she really couldn’t spend any real time with the lady marshal, they were also out in a hallway as well not a good place to be doing anything and most important of all Susie did not find Jean to be very attractive. Aside from her boyish short dark brown hair Jean did not wear any make up as well and barely had a scrap of natural beauty. She was sort of manly looking but was not absent of all female features, she had nice hips a decent body with nice breasts and her face had soft features.
“So what are we going to do with you?” Susie asked the sleeping deputy squeezing her cheeks together making the unconscious woman’s lips pout. She leaned forward lifts the limp body into a sitting position. Jean’s head loll forward over her breasts heavily as Susie poses her. Susie then moves her lifeless arms and placed them on top of the arm rest of the chair. Moving a nearby coffee table Susie props Jean’s limp legs on top of it and crosses her trouser covered legs at the ankles. She then removes Jean’s brown loafers revealing tan nylon covered feet and places the loafers on the table besides her feet. Finally Susie withdraws Jean’s Glock and disables it like she had done with Robertson’s, before putting it back into the holster. She gropes the sleeping woman’s breasts through her blouse and runs her hands down her covered thighs before standing up. Patting the back of Jean’s head Susie says with a grin. “Relax, deputy you had a long day”
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Susie then peels of the red wig and replaces in her coat. She then pulls out the blond wig once again and wears it on. Before turning the corner she adjusts the wig to make sure that it looked natural and straight. Two down and two to go then Marrick, Susie thought to herself as she walked around the corner leaving the two sleeping marshals behind.
“I guess Marrick’s out now,” A pudgy balding Deputy Marshal Alan Grieves said as he leaned back on the sofa watching the evening news. He was tired from the day’s activities and was glad the day was finally ending. The loud snoring of Donald Marrick could be heard in the bedroom.
“Yeah, you think?” A young skinny dark hair Deputy Marshal Leon Brett asked sarcastically coming out of the small kitchen and sitting down in a recliner that was next to the sofa that Grieves was on. “Maybe we should tell Jean so she could come in and sit a little? She seemed really stress on the flight.” He added.
“Do you want to go out and stand in the hall?” Grieves asked taking off his business coat and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him.
“Good point.” Brett replied loosening up his tie and reclining the chair. “They only got an hour out there anyways.”
Grieves was about to say something when there was a loud knock at the door. Both deputies look back the door. “Jesus Christ what the hell is Ken doing he wants to knock the place down or something?” Grieves said looking at the door.
“Hey, use your key card you idiot!” Brett yelled.
There was another loud knock.
“Ah, !@#$!” Brett said out loud as he got up and headed to the door. “Come on guys it’s a key card how hard could it be?”
“Ken’s a buffoon and Jean’s technological impaired. What do you expect?” Grieves asked with a chuckle scratching his large gut.
Susie had knocked twice before the door had opened. She had been standing to the side of the door and as the door opened she rounds the door frame quickly kicking the half opened door wide and knocking down Deputy Brett. As she enters the room she slams the door behind her as she moves forward. Brett had fallen on his back and had sat back up in surprise by the time Susie had cleared the door. Susie not pausing leapt forward kneeing the sitting deputy in the face. His head and arms flip back violently as he falls back down with his face covered in blood. Susie still in motion leaps over the recliner and sofa in one bound doing a spinning heel kick. Grieves who had stood up in surprise after the kicking of the door had now drawn his Glock and had it aimed at Susie. The kick hits Grieves hand forcing the Glock out. It lands on the carpet flipping end over end. Susie now standing in front of a terrified Grieves before he could act she sends her left elbow up striking him hard across the jaw. He spins 180 degrees as he falls to the carpeted floor with a thud. Susie looks down at the pudgy deputy laying face down on the floor before her and then over at the bloodied faced deputy sprawled out in front of the door. She takes a breath satisfied with her handy work; it had taken her less than 10 seconds.
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III. Marrick and Unexpected Problems
She now moves towards the bedroom door which was to the left of the living room and kitchen area of the hotel room. It was time to do what she had come here to do. Susie quietly turns the door knob and quietly pushes the door open. The large bed room was dark but the light from the living room was enough for Susie to the see lump in the bed that she presumed was the one and only Donald Marrick. She relaxed taking a deep breath as she prepared for her final attack. Her plan was to just jump on to the bed and snap his neck and be done with this mission. She took one step into the room and froze, something didn’t feel right. Before Susie could do anything there was a barrel of a .45 hand gun aimed at her head.
“Don’t move Blondie!” Donald Marrick yelled in a gruff voice as he switched on the light of the bedroom. He heard the door being slammed and had woken up and knew Matiko had came for him. He was feeling glad now that he had hid his gun from the deputies, it was a good thing he did too he thought looking at the petite blonde who stood before him. “Face me,” he then ordered backing up to get a better view of the hit woman.
Susie slowly turned and faced her target. Marrick stood before her in the nude and she could tell when he had seen her face that he was excited. “My Donald, I guess you’re happy to see me.” She said with a grin glancing south of his muscular hairy torso.
“The great Susie Yoshida.” Marrick said with a smile. Anybody who was anybody in the Matiko family knew Susie, since she did most of their hits. Ever since she had started working for the Matiko family during the turf war with the Moretti family Marrick’s life had become a boring one since his services as the Matiko family’s primary muscle and hit man had been terminated. Replaced by an outside contractor. He dreamt of the day he got his revenge and now he had it, on the 18th floor of a four star hotel he held a helpless Susie Yoshida at gun point. “I always want to do this you !@#$.” He said in anger.
Susie stared at him calmly with her green contacted eyes with a grin on her lips. She could see through his eyes his intent on killing her right on the spot. As his muscles in his fore arm contracted as he began to squeeze the trigger Susie throws a powerful left uppercut into the right elbow of the arm holding the gun, breaking Marrick’s arm at the elbow. The gun had gone off as Susie’s hit landed sending the bullet high over her head before dropping to the floor. Before Marrick could scream in pain Susie’s sends her right fist into his throat destroying his larynx. Marrick drops to his knees with his broken right arm dangling at his side and his left hand clutching his throat. His mouth open wide in pain and gasping for air. He looks up at Susie, his eyes tearing up and pleading for mercy. She looks down at him, her face still calm and grinning.
“Jimmy sends his regards Donald, good bye.” Susie simply said as she brings her right elbow up high and brings it down powerfully over the top of Marrick’s head crushing his skull instantly. The limp form that was once Donald Marrick fell back heavily with his legs under him bent at the knees.
Guests had already begun to file into the hallway after hearing what they thought was a gun shot, in which it was. Around the corner from Marrick’s room some guests had found the limp sleeping body of Deputy Robertson and were trying to wake him up, but he was going to be out for at least another hour thanks to Susie’s sleep agent. Some guest had called downstairs and reported the sound and others had called 911. Susie peeked out into the hallway from Marrick’s room now wearing her red wig with a ‘what the hell was that’ look on her face. She stepped out into the hallway closing the door behind her and began to calmly walk away from the room and ignoring the worried conversations of the guests around her. She had to get out and she had to do it now. Susie calmly pushed passed guests as she headed back towards the elevators.
Down below in the main security office the two duty security guards had stop arguing when one of them had looked up on the main display and noticed that both cameras on the 18th floor’s east wing had gone dead. They then remembered that there was a VIP staying up on the 18th floor and quickly called the police. A minute after they had called the police the hotel’s switch board went crazy with guests on the 18th floor reporting a gun shot. Immediately elevators were shut down as the hotel went into alert mode.
Susie cursed to herself when she reached the elevators and saw a large group of people standing in front of the elevator doors wondering what had happened. She then saw the blinking lights over the elevator doors signally that they were shut down. “!@#$.” She said under her breath as she quickly walked away from the elevators and headed towards the nearest stairwell. She located the closest stairwell on the far corner of the west wing of the floor. Some guests were still out in the hallway and some had returned to their rooms so the halls were not as crowed as they were moments ago. Susie quickly looks around her to see if any of the remaining guests in the hall look her way. None were. She pushed the door open and enters the stairwell and begins her long journey down to the ground level.
It takes Susie a mere five minutes to move down ten floors, she bounds from landing to landing quickly cursing to herself at every flight of stairs. She should have worn better shoes she thought to herself as she begins to feel some pain on her heeled covered feet. Susie had came up with two plans for this hit one was the silent plan where she would knock out a maid and take her uniform then knock out the security detail and silently kill Marrick. The plan required patients and a lot of stealth and would have taken her a little longer but she would not being jumping down flights of stairs at the end of it. The other plan she had come up with was the quick plan which was what she basically picked to do with a coin toss. The quick plan also didn’t have her jumping down flights of stairs either, this was all a new plan altogether and it was called "the don’t get caught" plan. She really wished that had picked heads.
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She had reached the sixth floor stairwell when she stopped dead in her tracks. Looking down below her she could see black clad figures of the SWAT team moving up the stairs with their assault rifles at the ready. !@#$, she thought as she pulled open the door of the stairwell and stepped into the hall way of the 6th floor. This was turning out to be a very bad day for Susie.
The 6th floor hallways were identical to the hallways of the 18th if Susie wasn’t so out of breath from jumping over twenty flights of stairs down she would have guessed she was still on the 18th. Susie stood in front of the stairwell looking left and right of the hallway; she was in the 6th floor’s west wing and it was deserted, no one the floor had heard any gun shots and if they did it would have sounded like a soft pop. Susie decided to head over to east wing and take chance and see if its stairwell was assessable and SWAT free. As she calmly walked down the hallway she begin to see some guests out and about wondering what was going on because the elevators were shut down. When she reached the east wing she was horrified to see uniformed police officers leaving the stairwell. She quickly double tracked and headed back her mind running through her options.
Unknown to Susie, the US Marshals had contacted the hotel after learning of the reports of the shooting on the 18th floor and then losing contact with their security detail with Marrick. They then ordered the hotel security staff and local law enforcement to lock down the hotel, no one got in or out. As SWAT officers ascended from every stairwell in the hotel heading for the 18th floor uniformed and uninformed officers followed behind to occupy the other floors and start the long task of questioning the guests and staff.
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The Petite blonde dressed in all black entered the luxury hotel lobby, being a Saturday night there was a large amount of guest traveling in and out, either arriving back or leaving for a night out on the town. Mistress assassin Susie Yoshida who had dawn the blonde wig for a disguise was also dressed in all black business attire scanned the large lobby as she walks towards the elevators located in the back of the room looking for anything out of the ordinary. There were guests everywhere and everyone one was more or less minding their own business and enjoying the evening. Susie walks through the crowd unnoticed even though she is dressed in an all black with long straight blond wig falling to the small of her back. She reaches the elevators and presses the up button with her black gloved hand. Standing in front of the elevator she waits for it to arrive patiently and staring at the elevator doors. With the soft bell sound of the elevator arriving followed by its heavy golden doors sliding open Susie calmly steps in. She turns to face the doors as they slide close.
In the elevator she presses the button for the 18th floor then stands completely still staring at the doors. To her left in the upper corner of the elevator there is a security camera which is sending it’s feed to the hotel’s main security office on the main floor. The elevator comes to a stop on the tenth floor letting a man dressed in a light blue leisure suit in. Susie grins slightly as the man steps in. He is in his mid thirties with greasy curly brown hair slicked back. With a face of a weasel the man was a sight to be seen wearing the leisure suit with it’s sleeves rolled up at the elbows and bright yellow shirt with the collar popped up around the man’s skinny neck.
Noticing the Susie’s grin the man looks over at her as he presses the button for the lobby. He takes notes of her petite size but he could easily tell she had a tight athletic build under the trench coat. The coat was very tight fitting with the waist belt tied up one could easily see the sexy curves of the woman’s hips. Looking at her from head to toe the man concluded that this broad was a fox. He had seen a glimpse her face when he had stepped on, she had a cute grin, high cheek bones, a small cute nose and thin sexy lips. She also had almond shaped green eyes giving her an exotic look. At first the man had thought she was your normal American blonde but after seeing her face he was not sure any more so he concluded that she was either mixed or Russian or something. The trench coat just fell past her knees, he wish she had on nothing or a sexy dress or something along those lines underneath the coat. But to his displeasure she had on black trousers with black shinny heels. Oh how her legs must look in those heels he fantasized.
Taking a shot the man asked. “Are you from around here?”
First there was no answer but then Susie spoke. “No.”
And there was his opening, yes! He thought. “Me either, I’m from Vegas and my name is Rick. You know since we’re both not from around here you want to go out and enjoy a nice night on the town. I mean nothing romantic or anything…” Rick asked smiling and thinking nothing romantic my ass if you and me get together tonight you’re going to be in bed with me. No one could resist the charm of Rick.
Susie said nothing and continued to stare blankly at elevator doors.
To fast, damn. Should of started with something else then ask her out, Rick thought still with the cheesy smile plastered on his face. Changing gears Rick then asked. “So where are you from?”
Not a sound. The only thing that could be heard in the elevator was cheap no name classical music. !@#$. This is bad Rick thought. Gotta try to save this he thought.
“So are you in town for business or pleasure? I’m here for pleasure and relaxation you know that Vegas night life got too crazy for me.” Rick said with a hint of desperation in his voice.
The bell sounded signaling the arrival on the 18th floor. The golden doors slid opened and Susie steps out and said “Business.” In an emotionless tone as the doors slid shut.
Rick took a deep breath once he was alone again and riding down towards the lobby. That was awkward he thought. Talk about getting blown out of the sky. My luck better be better tonight or I won’t be getting any at all.
The hotel’s hallways were lined with tan walls with an oak finish trim on the upper and lower edges. Paintings of landscapes lined the walls every ten yards or so. At every corner there was a sitting area with large soft comfortable furniture where guest could mingle with one another if the situation to do so presented its self. Susie looks to her left and right scanning the numbers on the hotel rooms and then turned and walked down the right side of the hallway.
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Deputy Marshal Ken Robertson cracked his sore back as walked down the hallway. The 6’3 220 lbs ex marine had spent most of the day traveling, the day had started with a two hour car ride and then almost a day on a plane and then ended with a 45 minute ride to the hotel. Robertson and three other deputy marshals was in charge of the safe passage Donald Marrick a former member the Matiko crime family to a federal court so he could testify against “Skinny” Jimmy Matiko on the murder of Christopher Moretti a rival crime boss and the disappearance of his daughter Christina, who was feared to be dead. She had been missing for nearly three months. Even though Skinny Jimmy didn’t really committed the acts personally Marrick had evidence that he had hired someone to do it. Marrick and Skinny Jimmy never really got along well and their relationship worsen when Jimmy was appointed head of the Matiko family after the retirement of his father. Marrick had enough and went to the police with the information he had on the inner workings of the Matiko family and other priceless secrets. The state department wanted to interview him and get his official testimony now. So a two days after he had given himself up Marrick was sitting comfortably in a four star hotel waiting for his appointment the next morning.
Robertson and the other deputy marshals really did not like this assignment for two reasons. One was that they all hated Marrick, even though he had come forward with valuable information on one of the deadliest crime families in the world didn’t make him a good guy, being the fact that he was a former hit man and muscle for the Matiko family when it was under Skinny Jimmy’s father. The second reason was that Marrick was not exactly liked by the Matiko family who he was ratting out so they would do anything to silence him. With a high profile witness like this the agency usually sent a larger security detail but only went with a four person one in order to keep it low key. The agency believed that the Matiko family was going to be on the look out for large security details so they sent out a bunch of large security units on the day Marrick left. Marrick and his four deputy marshals slipped out later on in the night in a single unmarked Dodge.
Rubbing the back of his neck in exhaustion Robertson loosens his tie as he looked at a painting on the wall. In his peripheral vision he saw a figure in black walking down the hall towards him. He turned to get a better look at the figure; it was a small woman with long blonde hair wearing all black. Her tight fitting trench coat which was tied at her hips showed off her figure off well. She was mysterious looking and at same time attractive. Robertson stood gawking at her like a dummy as she walked towards him. He quickly wiped his mouth for drool, there was none and he was relieved. As the blonde got closer she undid the waist band of her trench coat thus opening the front of it up, revealing black business pants suit underneath. Instinctively Robertson reached for his side arm but ended up looking like a fool because nothing had happen as she passed him. Susie looks over at him with her intense green almond eyes which were contacts and smiled as she passed. She then continued walking down the hall swaying her hips and not looking back once.
II. Guarding Detail
Robertson muttered “wow” under his breath as he watched her walk away from him. That was the most amazing looking Asian woman he has even seen, blonde hair and green eyes. He didn’t know too much about Asians but he knew not too many if any of them had green eyes. As he watched the seductive blonde moved towards the corner away from him his instincts kicked back it as he saw the black gloves that she was wearing. The weather was warm out surely nothing that requires one to wear gloves and a trench coat as well. The realization of how suspicious the woman was kicked him right in the face. The floor had been empty every since they had arrived and now there was a mysterious blond in black wondering around. Marrick’s room was around the next corner from the one the blonde had just rounded. Oh !@#$ Robertson thought as he withdrew his side arm and moved towards the corner that the blonde had disappeared around.
Down in the hotel’s main floor inside of the security office while the two duty security officers argue weather the Giants are better than the Bears. They do not see Susie in her blond wig round the corner of the east wing of the 18th floor and the camera feed going black seconds later. The argument goes on with out an action from either security guard.
Right as Robertson round the corner with gun in hand, Susie who had been hiding around the corner forcibly grabs him with one arm from around the back of the neck and swings him around the corner. With another quick motion she gets her other hand around the back of his neck, now with both hands around the back of his neck she interlocks her fingers and pulls the taller man down. As she pulls him forward and down she bring her left knee up and slams it hard into his chest. Robertson feels an explosion of pain as he falls to his knee dropping his gun. He was gasping for air and was about to look up at his attacker when Susie brings her right elbow down striking Robertson hard in the side of his fore head.
Robertson’s thick 6’3 frame had dropped to his knees and then pitched forward limply after the elbow blow. Susie calmly steps back as Robertson’s falls heavily on his face with a thud. She takes a quick look around the deserted hallway making sure it was still deserted. Once satisfied that no one had seen any thing Susie kneels down next to the unconscious deputy marshal and rolls his heavy form over on to his back. Susie then quickly lifts him from under the shoulders and drags him to a nearby sofa in the sitting area of the corner. It then takes all of her might to lift the 220 lbs limp body on the sofa. She lets out a sigh of exhaustion once the task is done. Robertson now sat limply on the sofa with his head hanging forward heavily, his body in a slouch and his arms at his sides with palms up. His brown suit was wrinkled and half of his white dress shirt was now untucked due to all the moving and lifting. Susie retrieves the 9mm Glock that Robertson had dropped and then expertly releases the clip and removes the slide of the weapon followed by the firing pin rendering it useless. Moving back over to Robertson she puts the Glock back together and slams the clip back in and sticks it back into Robertson’s holster. Grabbing his close cropped brown hair Susie lifts Robertson’s head up. His face was at peace with his eyes shut and his jaw hanging open, a small bruise on his fore head with the only indication of his forced knock out. Susie pulls a pen like syringe from the inside of her trench coat and jabs it into Robertson’s neck. He lets out a moan as his body goes limper. The syringe is filled with a sleep agent that should keep a person out for at least an hour. However Susie could never be too sure with a big man like Robertson, hence the reason why she had disabled his sidearm. She lets go of his hair letting his head hang over his chest heavily.
“Sweet dreams sweetie,” Susie said patting Robertson on the head. Normally she would bind his wrist and ankles and gag him but since he was asleep in the hallway he would draw less attention if he was not bounded and gagged. She then moves toward the next corner where she leaps up behind a security camera and unplugs it killing the feed to the main security office down below. Crouching behind the corner Susie peels off her blonde wig revealing her silky black hair tied back in the tightest bun possible. Sticking the wig into her coat Susie pulls out a red haired wig and places it over her hair. Retrieving a small spray bottle from her coat in which its contents imitated the smell of liquor she then sprays it over herself. Now a red head with shoulder length hair that smelled like liquor Susie stands back and takes deep breath and steps around the corner.
Deputy Marshal Jean Thornburg runs her hands through her short dark brown hair and checks the time on her watch. She had been standing in front of Donald Marrick’s hotel room door for the last hour or so since they had arrived a the hotel. Marrick was safely inside his room with the other two deputies. They were to take shift standing out in front of the room till morning when they were to take Marrick down town. Jean had felt a sort of uneasiness since they had left partly because of the nature of Marrick being a high profile witness and the agency assigning only her and three other deputies for his security detail. She also hated Marrick as well, he had vowed to take down the Matiko family with testimony but when it all comes down to it he was still as bad as they could get. He had hit on her three times since they had left HQ so she had glad fully volunteered to be first shift outside of the room. Since they had gotten to the hotel and off of the streets Jean felt a little better and safer and being in the hallway away from Marrick cooled her nerves down even more. Now if she could just go out and have a cigarette she would feel even better. Where was Ken? She thought he had said he was going to walk around the floor and be back in a few. She wished he would come back now so she could step for a cigarette.
Jean leaned against the wall sighing, she was tired and she wanted a cigarette badly. Then from the corner of her eye she saw a figure emerge from the left side of the hall from the corner. It was a red head dressed in all black with a trench coat which was opened showing her black pants suit underneath. The red head stubble and leaned heavily against the wall giggling. She continued to move towards Thomas while leaning on the wall for balance. Oh great…Jean thought to herself as she began to move towards the woman.
“Excuse ma’am do you need some assistance?” Jean asked in an official tone that all members of law enforcement seemed to have. Now standing across from the woman Jean could smell the alcohol on the woman’s clothing. The woman was shorter than her by a couple inches she had cute Asian facial features with green eyes setting off her tan complexion and red hair well. She was very pretty.
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“Yeah, I do need some assistance.” Susie replied in slurred voice and a giggle. “There is a party in the lobby with free booze, so if you could be so kind point me in the direction of the elevator.” Susie said acting woozy and making it look like it was impossible to keep her balance. “You could point me to the direction the stairwell as well but as you can see in my current condition that maybe hazardous to my health.” Susie added with a giggle. Susie could tell right away that the woman before her was a member of Marrick’s security detail simply because of her official tone of voice, her boyish hair cut, her grey pants suit with a white blouse underneath and of course the 9mm Glock at her hip.
“Uh ma’am I think you had enough to drink tonight.” Jean replied. There was no way she was going to let this lady go any where in the condition she was in being a law enforcement officer and a fellow woman she felt that this lady had to be helped back to her room so no harm could come to her.
“Hey!” Susie protested putting her gloved index finger up and said. “You must feel not think.” She said laughing.
“Ma’am? That does not make any sense. You are clearly not fit to go any where. Where is your room? I’ll help you get there.” Jean asked with a puzzled look on her face. This woman was totally out of it she thought. It was wonder that she even made it out of her room.
“Now you look here sir, I don’t need anyone to tell me where to go.” Susie said in her best angered drunk impression and pushed past Jean and continued to slide forward against the wall down the hall.
“Ma’am, you are really not sober enough to go anywhere. You just called me a man. Now let me help you to your room so you could sleep this off.” Jean said in calm voice trying to not anger the red head even more.
“You’re a woman?” Susie asked giggling. “You sure fooled me!” She then exclaimed laughing and then suddenly sliding to the floor.
Jean had lunged forward but was too late to catch the red head. Who now sat laughing on the floor. Maybe now she would see that she was not fit go down to the lobby. Jean thought reaching down and grabbing the red head by the elbows.
“Damnit!” Susie said in a defeated tone. “I guess I am fucked up.” She then admitted. As Jean reached down to help pull Susie to her feet from her elbows. Susie secretly withdraws the pen syringe from her coat and hides it within hand. As Susie gets back on her feet she wraps her arms around Jean’s neck as if for support. She then silently jabs the pen into back of Jean’s neck.
The deputy marshal’s hazel eyes went wide with surprise as Susie thumbed the sleep agent from the syringe. Jean lets out a “ugh” followed by a sensuous moan as her eyes roll back into her head and her eye lids fluttered shut. Her arms then limply drop to her sides as her body goes completely limp. Susie wraps her arms from under the arms of the sleeping deputy in order to keep the woman standing limply. Jean’s head lolls forward heavily resting on Susie’s shoulder.
Speaking normally now Susie whispers into the ear of the sleeping deputy, “It looks like you had too much to drink now since you’re passed out and all.”
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Suddenly door near the corner opens an elderly man and his wife steps out into the hallway looking at Susie and the unconscious Jean Thornburg’s limp form slumped on her. Susie’s mind and adrenalin went racing and thought oh !@#$ thinking of the other sleeping deputy just around the corner. She was ready to drop the limp agent and quickly knock out the couple as well. What a disaster this was going to be. To her relief the elderly woman was tugging her husband away from Susie and the sleeping Jean. They were going to avoid walking near Susie and head down away from her and away from the other sleeping deputy.
The old man stopped and looked back at Susie, his wife tugging at his sleeve. “Do you need any help young lady?”
Susie smiled and said. “Nope, thank you for asking though. It’s our one year anniversary and she just had too much to drink that’s all. Our room is just around the corner. We were on our way there when she just passed out on me.” She concluded with an innocent smile. Grabbing Jean by the arms Susie turns around so that limp form of the deputy fell over Susie’s back as if Susie was giving the taller women a piggy back ride. “We’re fine.” Susie insisted from under Jean as she headed towards the corner. “Time for some hot sex sweetie too bad you’re so out of it.” Susie added with a smile.
The elder women had gasp with that comment and said to her husband. “Kid’s these days are in to so many odd things. Now let’s go Howard I don’t want to miss the show.”
Howard calls after Susie as she rounds the corner. “Congratulations.” As him and his wife walks the other way towards the elevators.
“Thank you!” Susie replies from around corner her voice muffled from under the sleeping deputy.
After Susie had rounded the corner she dropped off Jean’s body into a puffy leather chair in the corner’s sitting area and looked around the corner to see if the couple had followed her. They were already half way down the hall and not looking back. She then turned back around the corner and looked down the other direction. It was deserted, the only thing she saw was the limp form of the male deputy sitting on the sofa at the other corner. She takes a sigh of relief and looks over at the sleeping female deputy who sat limply in the leather seat, she was slouched backwards with her head leaning on her shoulder and her legs straight out in front of her, her limp arms jangling over the arm rest of the leather chair. Ever since Susie had taken down the Black Dragon Society a mere three months ago she had developed a new interest in the unconscious female form and found her self slightly aroused looking down at the sleeping Jean Thornburg. Her mission wasn’t over yet so she really couldn’t spend any real time with the lady marshal, they were also out in a hallway as well not a good place to be doing anything and most important of all Susie did not find Jean to be very attractive. Aside from her boyish short dark brown hair Jean did not wear any make up as well and barely had a scrap of natural beauty. She was sort of manly looking but was not absent of all female features, she had nice hips a decent body with nice breasts and her face had soft features.
“So what are we going to do with you?” Susie asked the sleeping deputy squeezing her cheeks together making the unconscious woman’s lips pout. She leaned forward lifts the limp body into a sitting position. Jean’s head loll forward over her breasts heavily as Susie poses her. Susie then moves her lifeless arms and placed them on top of the arm rest of the chair. Moving a nearby coffee table Susie props Jean’s limp legs on top of it and crosses her trouser covered legs at the ankles. She then removes Jean’s brown loafers revealing tan nylon covered feet and places the loafers on the table besides her feet. Finally Susie withdraws Jean’s Glock and disables it like she had done with Robertson’s, before putting it back into the holster. She gropes the sleeping woman’s breasts through her blouse and runs her hands down her covered thighs before standing up. Patting the back of Jean’s head Susie says with a grin. “Relax, deputy you had a long day”
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Susie then peels of the red wig and replaces in her coat. She then pulls out the blond wig once again and wears it on. Before turning the corner she adjusts the wig to make sure that it looked natural and straight. Two down and two to go then Marrick, Susie thought to herself as she walked around the corner leaving the two sleeping marshals behind.
“I guess Marrick’s out now,” A pudgy balding Deputy Marshal Alan Grieves said as he leaned back on the sofa watching the evening news. He was tired from the day’s activities and was glad the day was finally ending. The loud snoring of Donald Marrick could be heard in the bedroom.
“Yeah, you think?” A young skinny dark hair Deputy Marshal Leon Brett asked sarcastically coming out of the small kitchen and sitting down in a recliner that was next to the sofa that Grieves was on. “Maybe we should tell Jean so she could come in and sit a little? She seemed really stress on the flight.” He added.
“Do you want to go out and stand in the hall?” Grieves asked taking off his business coat and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him.
“Good point.” Brett replied loosening up his tie and reclining the chair. “They only got an hour out there anyways.”
Grieves was about to say something when there was a loud knock at the door. Both deputies look back the door. “Jesus Christ what the hell is Ken doing he wants to knock the place down or something?” Grieves said looking at the door.
“Hey, use your key card you idiot!” Brett yelled.
There was another loud knock.
“Ah, !@#$!” Brett said out loud as he got up and headed to the door. “Come on guys it’s a key card how hard could it be?”
“Ken’s a buffoon and Jean’s technological impaired. What do you expect?” Grieves asked with a chuckle scratching his large gut.
Susie had knocked twice before the door had opened. She had been standing to the side of the door and as the door opened she rounds the door frame quickly kicking the half opened door wide and knocking down Deputy Brett. As she enters the room she slams the door behind her as she moves forward. Brett had fallen on his back and had sat back up in surprise by the time Susie had cleared the door. Susie not pausing leapt forward kneeing the sitting deputy in the face. His head and arms flip back violently as he falls back down with his face covered in blood. Susie still in motion leaps over the recliner and sofa in one bound doing a spinning heel kick. Grieves who had stood up in surprise after the kicking of the door had now drawn his Glock and had it aimed at Susie. The kick hits Grieves hand forcing the Glock out. It lands on the carpet flipping end over end. Susie now standing in front of a terrified Grieves before he could act she sends her left elbow up striking him hard across the jaw. He spins 180 degrees as he falls to the carpeted floor with a thud. Susie looks down at the pudgy deputy laying face down on the floor before her and then over at the bloodied faced deputy sprawled out in front of the door. She takes a breath satisfied with her handy work; it had taken her less than 10 seconds.
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III. Marrick and Unexpected Problems
She now moves towards the bedroom door which was to the left of the living room and kitchen area of the hotel room. It was time to do what she had come here to do. Susie quietly turns the door knob and quietly pushes the door open. The large bed room was dark but the light from the living room was enough for Susie to the see lump in the bed that she presumed was the one and only Donald Marrick. She relaxed taking a deep breath as she prepared for her final attack. Her plan was to just jump on to the bed and snap his neck and be done with this mission. She took one step into the room and froze, something didn’t feel right. Before Susie could do anything there was a barrel of a .45 hand gun aimed at her head.
“Don’t move Blondie!” Donald Marrick yelled in a gruff voice as he switched on the light of the bedroom. He heard the door being slammed and had woken up and knew Matiko had came for him. He was feeling glad now that he had hid his gun from the deputies, it was a good thing he did too he thought looking at the petite blonde who stood before him. “Face me,” he then ordered backing up to get a better view of the hit woman.
Susie slowly turned and faced her target. Marrick stood before her in the nude and she could tell when he had seen her face that he was excited. “My Donald, I guess you’re happy to see me.” She said with a grin glancing south of his muscular hairy torso.
“The great Susie Yoshida.” Marrick said with a smile. Anybody who was anybody in the Matiko family knew Susie, since she did most of their hits. Ever since she had started working for the Matiko family during the turf war with the Moretti family Marrick’s life had become a boring one since his services as the Matiko family’s primary muscle and hit man had been terminated. Replaced by an outside contractor. He dreamt of the day he got his revenge and now he had it, on the 18th floor of a four star hotel he held a helpless Susie Yoshida at gun point. “I always want to do this you !@#$.” He said in anger.
Susie stared at him calmly with her green contacted eyes with a grin on her lips. She could see through his eyes his intent on killing her right on the spot. As his muscles in his fore arm contracted as he began to squeeze the trigger Susie throws a powerful left uppercut into the right elbow of the arm holding the gun, breaking Marrick’s arm at the elbow. The gun had gone off as Susie’s hit landed sending the bullet high over her head before dropping to the floor. Before Marrick could scream in pain Susie’s sends her right fist into his throat destroying his larynx. Marrick drops to his knees with his broken right arm dangling at his side and his left hand clutching his throat. His mouth open wide in pain and gasping for air. He looks up at Susie, his eyes tearing up and pleading for mercy. She looks down at him, her face still calm and grinning.
“Jimmy sends his regards Donald, good bye.” Susie simply said as she brings her right elbow up high and brings it down powerfully over the top of Marrick’s head crushing his skull instantly. The limp form that was once Donald Marrick fell back heavily with his legs under him bent at the knees.
Guests had already begun to file into the hallway after hearing what they thought was a gun shot, in which it was. Around the corner from Marrick’s room some guests had found the limp sleeping body of Deputy Robertson and were trying to wake him up, but he was going to be out for at least another hour thanks to Susie’s sleep agent. Some guest had called downstairs and reported the sound and others had called 911. Susie peeked out into the hallway from Marrick’s room now wearing her red wig with a ‘what the hell was that’ look on her face. She stepped out into the hallway closing the door behind her and began to calmly walk away from the room and ignoring the worried conversations of the guests around her. She had to get out and she had to do it now. Susie calmly pushed passed guests as she headed back towards the elevators.
Down below in the main security office the two duty security guards had stop arguing when one of them had looked up on the main display and noticed that both cameras on the 18th floor’s east wing had gone dead. They then remembered that there was a VIP staying up on the 18th floor and quickly called the police. A minute after they had called the police the hotel’s switch board went crazy with guests on the 18th floor reporting a gun shot. Immediately elevators were shut down as the hotel went into alert mode.
Susie cursed to herself when she reached the elevators and saw a large group of people standing in front of the elevator doors wondering what had happened. She then saw the blinking lights over the elevator doors signally that they were shut down. “!@#$.” She said under her breath as she quickly walked away from the elevators and headed towards the nearest stairwell. She located the closest stairwell on the far corner of the west wing of the floor. Some guests were still out in the hallway and some had returned to their rooms so the halls were not as crowed as they were moments ago. Susie quickly looks around her to see if any of the remaining guests in the hall look her way. None were. She pushed the door open and enters the stairwell and begins her long journey down to the ground level.
It takes Susie a mere five minutes to move down ten floors, she bounds from landing to landing quickly cursing to herself at every flight of stairs. She should have worn better shoes she thought to herself as she begins to feel some pain on her heeled covered feet. Susie had came up with two plans for this hit one was the silent plan where she would knock out a maid and take her uniform then knock out the security detail and silently kill Marrick. The plan required patients and a lot of stealth and would have taken her a little longer but she would not being jumping down flights of stairs at the end of it. The other plan she had come up with was the quick plan which was what she basically picked to do with a coin toss. The quick plan also didn’t have her jumping down flights of stairs either, this was all a new plan altogether and it was called "the don’t get caught" plan. She really wished that had picked heads.
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She had reached the sixth floor stairwell when she stopped dead in her tracks. Looking down below her she could see black clad figures of the SWAT team moving up the stairs with their assault rifles at the ready. !@#$, she thought as she pulled open the door of the stairwell and stepped into the hall way of the 6th floor. This was turning out to be a very bad day for Susie.
The 6th floor hallways were identical to the hallways of the 18th if Susie wasn’t so out of breath from jumping over twenty flights of stairs down she would have guessed she was still on the 18th. Susie stood in front of the stairwell looking left and right of the hallway; she was in the 6th floor’s west wing and it was deserted, no one the floor had heard any gun shots and if they did it would have sounded like a soft pop. Susie decided to head over to east wing and take chance and see if its stairwell was assessable and SWAT free. As she calmly walked down the hallway she begin to see some guests out and about wondering what was going on because the elevators were shut down. When she reached the east wing she was horrified to see uniformed police officers leaving the stairwell. She quickly double tracked and headed back her mind running through her options.
Unknown to Susie, the US Marshals had contacted the hotel after learning of the reports of the shooting on the 18th floor and then losing contact with their security detail with Marrick. They then ordered the hotel security staff and local law enforcement to lock down the hotel, no one got in or out. As SWAT officers ascended from every stairwell in the hotel heading for the 18th floor uniformed and uninformed officers followed behind to occupy the other floors and start the long task of questioning the guests and staff.
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