Anya
Her comm beeped. About damn time, she thought.
She flicked it on so Thar-in couldn't hear her.
"Bravo 3 here."
Raezyr's voice came across, "It's a go. Once again, be discreet, but do it soon, although discretion is more important than speed. Once finished, contact me, or Bravo 2 or 4."
"Anya.... don't fail. If you do, our whole mission here is done for." Raezyr said after a pause.
"I won't fail, just gimme some time," she replied.
"I know you won't...... I have faith in you."
The comm went dead and she stared at it in disbelief for a moment before putting it away.
She moved back over to where Thar-in was leaning against his speeder, waiting for her to finish talking to her 'mother.'
In the time it took Raezyr to contact her the first time, she had already flirted with Lt. Vol enough to get him drunk and hear all about his 'facinating work' in the Judicial Department. She had even gotten him to talk all about his recent case, although it didn't appear they would need that now.
By the time Raezyr contacted Anya the second time, she had already driven the intoxicated Vol back to his apartment in his speeder.
"You know, I reallly, really appreciate this. You're so beautiful Syana," he said and leaned in and kissed her.
She kissed him back for a moment then pulled away a bit. "Thar-in, I'm the one who's thankful. Thankful that I met a man like you on my first night on-world," she cupped his face with her hand as she had Trychon's just a few days earlier, then leaned in and kissed him again.
She put her arms around his waist and leaned into him as they walked into his apartment building.
They entered his small one room apartment and their mouths were pressed hotly together before the door had slid shut.
They began ripping clothes from each other and moving toward the bed. The fell into it together as they removed the last of their garments. Their lips and hands were moving quickly and passionately all over each others bodies. Suddenly she stopped, and picked up the wrist binders he carried for work.
She grinned seductively as she climbed on top of Vol, "You're gonna love this," she whispered in his ear, licking it as she did.
She slowly moved his arms to the top of the bed and clasped the binders around his wrists and around the head rail.
"Oooh, this oughta be fun," he said, biting her neck lightly as she finshed locking the clasps.
She pulled back teasingly. "You just wait," she said as she got up and grabbed her purse a few feet from the bed. She pulled a small object from it and held it behind her as she returned. She walked slowly, letting him watch her ivory body in the dimness.
"What's that?" he asked, grinning."Oh, you'll find out soon enough," she smiled and climbed back on top of him.
She leaned down, pressing her body tightly against his, and crushing her lips to his.
The pain tore through his side as the vibro-knife slid upward between his ribs, and into his lungs.
He tried to scream as the knife slid very slowly in and out of his body several more times, but the sound was muffled as she continued her kiss of death.
His struggles weakened as his life blood drained out onto the sheets and eventually stopped.
Anya removed her mouth from his and got up. She flicked on the light switch and began to casually get dressed. She then went around the room, methodically wiping everything down, and removing all traces that she had been there.
Then she went to work on the crime scene, putting his pants back on, re-binding his arms behind his back, and additionally binding his ankles. She then placed a pillow over his head and pressed it down, thus making look as if someone had murdered him while torturing him, instead of mid-coitus.
She turned the lights back off and slipped out the door, pulling the hood of her black cloak up over her head.
She pulled out her comm as she walked down the darkened street. "Bravo 5, this is Bravo 3. It's done."
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