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The locks on the back door took me under a minute. My colleague Hitomi was prepared to disarm the alarm, but it wasn't even set. Foolish girl. This job was looking even easier.
We tiptoed through the house without incident and made our way the upstairs. Our reconnaissance efforts had revealed that our target was home alone. That should make her feel easy to subdue.
Our instructions were to kidnap and hold onto one Andrea Matthews, only daughter of Kimberly Matthews, the second richest woman on the west coast. Our employer had given us pretty open instructions. So long as we avoided permanent damage and kept her alive, we could do with her what she liked until the ransom was paid. Good money, too. My kind of job.
Hitomi and I headed towards the only room with light seeping past the partially closed door. I could hear the sound of a TV, but I hesitated when I heard high-pitched giggles. Two different giggles. One made sense, but two? I held up a hand warning Hitomi to hang back while I obtained a closer look.
I peeked through the crack in the doorway and frowned. Two young females were sitting together on a bed holding a laptop between them. Though they were mostly facing away from me, the periodic turns to look at each other gave me a decent glimpse of their respective profiles. The left one's red hair -- a few shades lighter than her wealthy mother -- was clearly Andrea. The blonde on the right I did not recognize, but her youth suggested a peer of Andrea's. Friend maybe. Girlfriend possibly. Definitely someone she knew well judging by how close they sat.
Both girls appeared to be clad in nothing but their underwear. Andrea's was clearly expensive silk lingerie; only the best for the daughter of Kimberly Matthews. Probably bespoke because I doubted La Perla's cup sizes went that deep in the alphabet. Her friend was slouch in that department either, but her plump pair were supported by white cotton. Either more practical or from a family with less disposable income.
While the scantily clad beauties were appealing enough, I had a job to do. A job now made twice as hard because of this unexpected variable But I was also on a schedule. Kimberly Matthews did not often leave her teenage daughter home alone, so no telling when I'd have another open shot. .
I snuck back down the hall and told Hitomi. "Abort," she advised. "Try again later. We're not contracted for two."
"Fuck it," I whispered. "We'll take them both. House is empty. No one hear the noise. And there's too much money riding on this job to walk away. We're doing this."
Hitomi wasn't happy, but she knew better than to question me. We altered our prep to include a second target, then crept closer to the door. I would signal when it was time to rush in and capture the targets. I eyed the girls through the slightly open doorwayr again and waited for a suitable moment.
The locks on the back door took me under a minute. My colleague Hitomi was prepared to disarm the alarm, but it wasn't even set. Foolish girl. This job was looking even easier.
We tiptoed through the house without incident and made our way the upstairs. Our reconnaissance efforts had revealed that our target was home alone. That should make her feel easy to subdue.
Our instructions were to kidnap and hold onto one Andrea Matthews, only daughter of Kimberly Matthews, the second richest woman on the west coast. Our employer had given us pretty open instructions. So long as we avoided permanent damage and kept her alive, we could do with her what she liked until the ransom was paid. Good money, too. My kind of job.
Hitomi and I headed towards the only room with light seeping past the partially closed door. I could hear the sound of a TV, but I hesitated when I heard high-pitched giggles. Two different giggles. One made sense, but two? I held up a hand warning Hitomi to hang back while I obtained a closer look.
I peeked through the crack in the doorway and frowned. Two young females were sitting together on a bed holding a laptop between them. Though they were mostly facing away from me, the periodic turns to look at each other gave me a decent glimpse of their respective profiles. The left one's red hair -- a few shades lighter than her wealthy mother -- was clearly Andrea. The blonde on the right I did not recognize, but her youth suggested a peer of Andrea's. Friend maybe. Girlfriend possibly. Definitely someone she knew well judging by how close they sat.
Both girls appeared to be clad in nothing but their underwear. Andrea's was clearly expensive silk lingerie; only the best for the daughter of Kimberly Matthews. Probably bespoke because I doubted La Perla's cup sizes went that deep in the alphabet. Her friend was slouch in that department either, but her plump pair were supported by white cotton. Either more practical or from a family with less disposable income.
While the scantily clad beauties were appealing enough, I had a job to do. A job now made twice as hard because of this unexpected variable But I was also on a schedule. Kimberly Matthews did not often leave her teenage daughter home alone, so no telling when I'd have another open shot. .
I snuck back down the hall and told Hitomi. "Abort," she advised. "Try again later. We're not contracted for two."
"Fuck it," I whispered. "We'll take them both. House is empty. No one hear the noise. And there's too much money riding on this job to walk away. We're doing this."
Hitomi wasn't happy, but she knew better than to question me. We altered our prep to include a second target, then crept closer to the door. I would signal when it was time to rush in and capture the targets. I eyed the girls through the slightly open doorwayr again and waited for a suitable moment.