V R Bennett

SkatingUnder the Ice V R Bennett

The feint smell awoke her, through half closed eyes she watched the red dot glide across the far wall. She rolled to the left, two soft pops told her the sleeping CIA man was dead. She knew she had run out of time, the red dot would find her head before she reached her loaded Glock pistol. Someone dropped from the ceiling onto the assassins head and shoulders, the loud crack as the one from the ceiling twisted the assassins neck full circle. Gave her time to reach her gun, she snapped off two bullets into the ceiling figure as it stood up. The impact flung her saviour against the far wall. Waiting naked in the dark for 2 minutes she turned on the light. On the floor, with head attached only by skin was the ex assassin, on the bed and ever increasing dark red stain told her Mr CIA was in spy heaven. The one against the far wall was wearing a tight fitting silk ski suit and matching tight hood. It was still alive? how was that possible after taking two to the heart?. She pulled off its hood and a mass of golden curls spilled out. On her saviours neck, both sides, were two pulsating slits. Dannie B, M16 top killer, had seen these before, but never on a human, they were gills.