Chapter Four_New Target

"Hello Chief." A cold voice greeted the muscular old man sitting behind the desk.

"A1, glad you're here," The muscular old man replied, more cheery than normal.

She drew back a chair and slid into it, then quietly began to draw on her cigar. She exhaled two slow puffs.

"Nice job you did, A1." Chief commended the nonchalant woman, slowly smoking in his presence.

"Pays my bills, Chief." She responded, not warmed at all.

"Want a drink?" The man offered.

"No Chief. First things first." She declined, frowning a bit.

"Your due has already been paid into your secret account. You must be raking in millions by now, A1." The man commented, trying to bolster the conversation.

"I work for my money, Chief." She dryly replied, not giving him face at all.

The old man grunted in disapproval, then cleared his throat.

Her ears snapped to attention, although her eyes remained dull.

"Another job has come up. You will take it up, execute the mission and drop out of sight," Chief began to inform her.

"So soon? I just finished one big one. The police are crawling everywhere right now, looking for the killer!" She protested.

"We know that, A1. But this one is easier than the former. Besides, you are the most qualified.

"I do not want anyone leaving clues behind, or untidied ends. Do you understand?" The man reasoned with her, his thick fingers interlaced on the desk.

"... Okay, Chief," She agreed reluctantly. "But what is the job?" She further asked.

In response, Chief slid a photograph towards her. He nodded towards it.

"Recognize this guy?" He asked.

"Yeah…," She replied, then asked, "This is the Petroleum Minister. Why?"

Nodding, Chief answered her, "One of our big clients just wants him off.

Says he's causing so much problems.

"It's not actually our duty to know why he's wanted gone. Ours is just to collect payment, and get the job done." Chief finished, fixing his sharp eyes at her.

She inhaled deeply from her cigar then exhaled noisily, forming heavy smoke rings.

"What's that shit you're smoking?" Chief reprimanded her.

"Sorry," She apologized, then tapped off the cigar in the ashtray on the desk.

A little time passed while she thought quickly.

"Any info on the target?" She requested, her thoughts hidden in her eyes.

"Yeah. They are contained inside this envelope," Chief answered, then slid a big brown towards her.

She took it and placed it inside the bag she came with.

"Heads up though, he will be getting married in a few days, so you should be able to nail him then." Chief informed her, relaxing further in his seat.

"Get him, and this time, you'll have a very long vacation." Chief promised her, then lit a cigar of his own.

"I'll be gone for a while, Chief. But when I return, I'll definitely come for my due," she said in return, then got up.

"I'll say you are in love with money," Chief grumbled, drawing on his thick cigar.

"Yeah, it pays my bills," She replied, then walked out of the office.

The old man said nothing, but raised his eyebrows.