Post by Sir Cosmic Paladin on Nov 21, 2020 2:37:11 GMT
"OH FUCK YEAH!!"
l screamed out just loud enough for even the residents at the bottom of the Del Rio hotel suite to hear I collapsed on top of my bedmate for the night and rolled over to the side. After one last moan in delight, I just looked up at the ceiling, smiling from ear to ear. Proud of how I was able to pull the whole evening off. I looked at my target next to me.
Christian Grayson, just lay there with both of his wrist bound to a bed, his head leaned back and his mouth hangs open as his agonized cries were drowned out by my cries of pure passionate bliss from awhile ago. The moment I see his eyes fully rolled back into his head I knew that nobody was home. I crossed my legs, fully pleased with myself. My name is Seth, just Seth. I work for an organization so secret that there isn't even a name for it. My job is to hunt down dangerous individuals that pose a threat to the safety of the world and put them out of commission permanently.
Christian Grayson is the kind of dangerous individual who lets his money do the dirty work while he keeps himself safely secured in his Tower. He was careful enough to get out of the United Government's radar for a good decade until one of his own personal vices managed to be his own undoing. He'd keep himself entertained by hiring a high priced call girl to keep him company for the night then dispose of them just as easily as he'd dispose of his money.
But like any corrupt war dog, he was bound to slip up sooner or later. A fate that usually befall anyone who'd feel that they're on top of the world. They'd grow arrogant and let their guard down.
I tentatively licked my lips, thinking back to the Thrill Killer virus I implanted in him when we were in a passionate game of Tongue Wrestling. Once I was on top of him, I looked into his eyes and downloaded all the information his mind contained. What earned him the War Dog name is that he'd kidnap kids, mostly runaways or orphans, and force them to be part of an inhuman experiment called Project Genos. A project that's capable of granting someone superhuman abilities. The successful ones are then brainwashed and sold to any potential buyer that wants to use them as their own personal instruments of war. One image I've managed to gather was of his clients and a list of potential ones. To say I feel no sympathy for the thing would be an understatement.
"So Tex, how would you rate that performance" I smiled to my contact Tex, I hear nothing on the other end besides the sound of water being splashed on someone's face. "Still alive?"
"Uh...Y-Yeah. What was the question again"
I laughed"I see Christian wasn't the only one who got laid tonight. Got the file I've downloaded to you?"
"Oh yeah, Flint and the rest are going to love this."
"Give each of them hell for me" I got up, didn't bother to pick up the clothes. My job is done anyway and for all anyone knows, Christian died the same way he lived. A perfect Greek Tragedy."Send me home"
Tex had Christian's security cameras altered so nothing looked too out of the ordinary. A spiral warp gate opened, "BTW, give the vampire a kiss for me" With a wink I walked right through it.