Assassin Island, Chap 7: And Justice for Some

[Jessikafights]

Finally ? below (for the moment) is the final chapter of this saga with some lovely illustrations by Janet ? with my computer problems ? and Abby also developing some himself (and he doing most of the writing!) ? it?s unfortunately taken longer than planned ? But hope you enjoy!

As always comments are welcome ? please!

To everyone here: a Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!

Meaow
Jessie, Abby & Janet

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ASSASSIN ISLAND

CHAPTER 7 "...... AND JUSTICE FOR SOME"

By Jessika and Abbyfan
With illustrations by Janet

Ric and Roberto were delayed. Ric was fucking a new, nameless brunette guard in an equipment closet down the hall from the main communication room. It took Roberto at least five minutes to locate him. He shouted at his partner as he heard pleasure-filled moans and muffled screams through the locked closet door.

"C'mon Del Campo !!.......Damn it, Ric, you gotta get your dick wet every second of every day? Mr. A's given us an order......."

The door opened as a flushed Ric Del Campo was tightening the belt on his khaki uniform shorts, leaving a smiling, panting young woman on her back on the floor of the tiny space, with her her knees up in the air, her legs spread wide, and her pussy glistening.

"Clean up detail." Roberto announced. "Katja and the two new girls......Viktoria and Marie. Looks like you've been cleaning up here pretty good."

Ric grunted unpleasantly as they left to get some maintenance guys and a jeep.


In the meanwhile, Rosalia and Vanessa had picked up Jessika and were taking her back to Mr. A.

"He's enraged." Vanessa said to Jessika as they headed to the compound. Something happened to the cameras....he never saw you kill her. He'll want you to describe everything."

"I'm sure you won't mind!" said Rosalia, a little sarcastically. She?s never really liked Jessie or Katja ? the two bitches had always behaved snotty and arrogant towards the other women. Secretly, she had been thrilled to see Katja getting killed by Marie.

"No, I guess I can do that." Jessie replied. There was no enthusiasm in her voice. "STOP THE JEEP !" She ordered. "You know Marie killed Katja before I wasted her little blonde ass......I've GOT to see the DVD.....FUCK IT !!!!! I can't believe it......How on Earth did the puny bitch manage to kill Katja ???"

"Then why are we stopping?" Rosalia asked. "I'm sure Mr A will be dying to share the replay with you as soon as you tell him how you finished off Marie."

"I've got to see Katja one more time.......Once more........Please......drop me off here.......I need to walk some....alone, if you don't mind. If there's any heat from Mr. A about you returning without me, I'll take it. I'll tell him I threatened to kill you if you took me straight back to the base."

"What about your leg? You should have that looked at. Puncture wounds can get serious" Rosalia added.

"There'll be plenty of time for that later. Just stop the motherfucking jeep !!

Vanessa and Rosalia looked at each other and shrugged as Jessika stepped out of the jeep.


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A few minutes later, the redheaded Amazon approached the shrubs and stand of trees near where both Katja's and Marie's lives had ended. And what she saw made her blood boil.........

The maintenance men were sitting in their truck, while Ric and Roberto were standing over Katja's body. Ric was taking off his shorts as he reminded Roberto of the vicious, humiliating attack they once endured at Katja's and Jessika's hands. Katja was still lying on her back. Roberto had her by the ankles.....her legs spread wide....her feet back over her head.... sickeningly, her bloody crotch was wide open !!

"Why you FUCKING ASSHOLE SCUMBAGS !!" Jessie screamed, as she ran towards the ugly scene.

Roberto released Katja's ankles as he reached for his gun. He howled as a perfectly executed "savate" kick from Jessie separated his gun from his grasp, and shattered many of the bones in his wrist. Ric fumbled with his belt and shorts as Jessie dove at him. He reached for the knife in his belt as their two bodies rolled over each other on the ground.

Jessika jammed her knee into his rock-ribbed gut as she wound up on top of him. He never secured the knife, but managed to smash her in the face with his huge right fist as she jammed her knee again into his lower belly, just missing his balls. Ric's punch knocked Jessie off him, and as she rolled away, she saw that Roberto had retrieved his gun...and was aiming it shakily with his left hand.

Roberto was many things, but ambidextrous wasn't one of them. His first shot was wild. His second caused a bright red flower to appear on the front of his blonde partner's shirt, as it caught Ric Del Campo in the center of his broad chest as he was reaching his feet. The big man flew backwards. He was dead before his body slammed into the ground.

Roberto froze in a panic as Jessika ran towards him and dove at his feet. The gun once again flew from his grip. Roberto managed to take hold of his knife as the two were locked in mortal combat. Jessika lunged for the gun. She grabbed hold of it and twisted as Roberto drove his blade towards the spot occupied by the redhead's belly a split-second before Jessika turned her body so she could bring the gun to bear on the guard.

Jessie winced as the blade punctured the flesh just above the flare of her left hip. Roberto's eyes widened briefly as Jessika pointed the gun at his chest. His eyes closed just as quickly as her bullet ripped through his upper chest, destroying the joint between his collar-bone and sternum, tearing a huge hole in his windpipe, rendering useless a few thoracic vertebrae, blowing apart his spinal cord and mangling a number of major blood vessels that needed to stay connected to his heart.


Jessie got no thrill out of these deaths. "The sonsofbitches were going to desecrate Katja's body........."Men !!" She screamed to herself as she walked to the pick-up truck. "Fucking pieces of shit.......every last one of them........ and useless as tits on a bull."

Jessika walked the few yards to Katja's body and stared at her unmarred face. She knelt down and closed her eyelids and then lifted her shoulders up. She hugged her, burying Katja's face between her soft, full breasts. She held her tight for a few moments before carrying her to the truck.


The two maintenance workers sitting in the cab cringed as she approached. "Get out you damned shovels !!" She yelled as she took a body bag from the cargo bed. While the two men dug furiously, she slipped the black bag around Katja's body. Before zipping it closed, she took her lover's diamond clit stud and ceramic "yang" nipple rings from the package at her hip. She took off her own body jewelry and added them to Katja's. She placed all of the precious adornments into the palm of one of Katja's hands, clasped her hands together, and then folded them over her heart.


The clean-up guys were still fearful as they put their shovels back into the pick-up after completing the burial. The redhead's voice was soft and non-threatening. "You've got to go back for two more body bags. Might as well take me with you." Her thigh and flank burned like hell ..... blood seeping slowly from each wound .....the pain erupting with each lurch and bounce as the long bed vehicle rode roughly over the uneven terrain. She didn't really care.


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Rosalia had given it a lot of thought, but in reality, it was as simple a decision as she had ever made. She had earned more money in a little more than six months than most people will see in 5 years. But she wasn't dumb.....greedy and amoral, perhaps.....but "her mother didn't raise no stupid children." But now, after she had become, besides Paola, Mr A's favorite fuck, she was worried. Some months previous, she witnessed Mr. A brutally murder a young guard as he watched the DVD of the death of Soraya. She was haunted by the image of the insane frightening look in his glazed, shining eyes as he rammed and then slashed a thin-bladed knife into and across the girl's belly just as he shot his load into her pussy. She realized that she would have a hard time spending all of her money once she was dead. She truly thought she'd be next. She KNEW that she had to get off of the island.


It turned out to be Rosalia's good fortune to meet Janet one afternoon while both were relaxing on the deck of the compound's swimming pool, but it didn't start out that way. Rosalia was anxious to meet her, as she was well aware of her function on the island. Janet was member of Mr. A's technical support staff. The lovely, intelligent woman, in her mid-twenties, was a fascinating combination of the exotic and the practical. A computer expert, her main responsibility was to keep the island's systems running smoothly. But she was no geek; well-versed in the martial arts.....strong and tough......and had impressed Mr. A, and others with her fighting skills soon after she had arrived. She had stumbled upon one of the male guards as he was trying to hack into the system ..........and beat him to within an inch of his life ........easily....... and quickly.

Janet's "East End" accent made her English background obvious. She was an extremely attractive woman with an unusual shaved head, grey eyes, and a sexy, well-muscled body highlighted by large, perfectly round, silicon-enhanced breasts. Disdaining the usual "khaki's" worn by almost all of the staff, Janet was often seen in clothing far more appropriate for a night out on the town ...... a tight black mini-skirt, expensive high-calf boots and a clinging, sleeveless top that molded tightly to her exquisite chest, defined her personal "dress code". Those prone to voicing huge understatements would have no difficulty describing her as "hot".

Janet had little use for most of those she worked with. She looked down on the guards as uneducated rabble...."commoners" far beneath her station. Her attitude was obvious that afternoon as she sat poolside, meeting Rosalia for the first time. Janet basically ignored her..... mumbling brief, barely audible responses to the guard's futile attempts at conversation, plainly indicating her extreme annoyance.

Her disdain for Rosalia became a non-factor during another chance meeting a few days later, when the guard mentioned something about Mr. A's fantastic wealth, and hinted at the fact that she had been inadvertently been exposed to one of his passwords.

It was foolish perhaps for the lush Rosalia to speak of these issues to a woman she had so recently met ...... and a woman whose bitchy demeanor made it clear that her presence was unwanted. But Janet's knowledge of Mr. A's computers might prove essential..... and the indelible memory of that poor, nameless guard..... nearly gutted while being fucked by this madman...... made her desperate to escape the island.......She gave Janet cryptic clues.....not wanting to divulge too much too soon. Janet might prove to be the perfect ally. Rosalia decided that she had to roll the dice.

The young English woman was as avaricious and pragmatic as she was lovely. She began to listen, despite her disgust for Rosalia's obvious peasant background. Rosalia opened up.


"A while back, Mr. A called for me. He had me suck him off as he watched Jessika and Katja finish off two unfortunate women with swords. He was as high on coke as I have ever seen him. When we were finished he went to his PC and logged on to his financials. I guess he thought he had dismissed me......he was so fucked up he didn't realize I was standing right behind him. Janet....... I got his passwords !!! After a while he stumbled into his bedroom and I stole one of his laptops. Janet, I have access to his FORTUNE......"

Rosalia and Janet would meet a number of more times as it took them a while to agree on a plan.

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As the maintenance truck was bringing Jessika back to the main compound, Rosalia took an attach? case that she had carefully hidden in her room and placed it under the seat of a jeep. She then drove nervously to the base's primary gate. She greeted Amy and Alice who were on duty and waited for the victorious auburn assassin to arrive.

Rosalia met Jessika as the maintenance vehicle reached the compound, and took her immediately to Mr. A's private suite. As they approached the door to his lavish quarters, they were met by Janet, strikingly attired in London's latest casual fashions..... including her trademark mini-skirt and boots of butter-soft leather.

In response to the knock, Yoko checked the video monitor and saw Rosalia, a blood-streaked Jessika, and Janet outside the door to Mr. A's suite. The brunette guard held up her ID badge so that the camera could focus on it easily. Naked to the waist, the young, delightfully attractive Japanese guard with straight, black, shoulder length hair, nodded as the three women walked into the regal quarters.

"Mr A is in the bedroom with Commander Paola." She smiled slightly and nodded to Jessika as she went on. "They've been watching replays of you." Goosebumps covered her flat, well-muscled stomach and modest breasts in the well air-conditioned living room. Her upturned nipples were erect. She spoke without affect, in a soft, near monotone. "Let's sit and wait for him. He's instructed me to tell you that he won't be long."


Before anyone could take a seat, Mr. A entered the living room in a pair of baggy boxer shorts, his thin, pale body nearly hairless. There was a broad smile on his face that got even larger when he saw Jessika. Paola followed, with the blouse of her khaki uniform unbuttoned. All she had on besides was a pair of brief, white lace panties. Her shirt tails almost reached her underwear, creating an upside-down "T" of visible, deeply tanned skin; a very attractive look that went perfectly with her lovely bare legs. Her large breasts swayed in concert with her hips as she walked, their inside curves, perfectly round, in view between the vertical halves of her open blouse.

Paola and Yoko were unarmed. Their weapons were lying on a sofa with the rest of their uniforms. The sofa was against the far wall of the living room, a short distance behind Mr. A. The guard and her superior stood against the wall next to the couch. Rosalia took a few steps towards them as Mr. A moved directly in front of his glorious killer.

"My dear Jessika !!" Mr. A's voice was bubbling with excitement. "You were magnificent. I must commend you on your success. But there were problems with the video.... I must confess that I didn't see your battle with the little blonde tramp. You MUST tell me everything! How DID you kill her?"

Jessika recounted every detail..... her initial assault....the brutal beating.....her loving interlude that afforded Marie time to regroup....all of it. When she reached the moment of triumph, the initial spearing of Marie's belly, Mr. A's eyes brightened like searchlights and his voice resonated throughout his suite. His exclamations were a schizophrenic mixture of joy and rage.

"GLOOOOOOOORIOUS !! YOU DID WHAAAAAAT?? SPLENDID !!........And I DIDN"T SEE IT !!!! NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!"

Mr. A completely lost his composure. He began to foam at the mouth, cursing the fates.....and Martin, his chief of communtications. Rosalia decided that there would be no better time.

As soon as she saw flecks of spittle spatter his cheeks and chin, Rosalia sprang into action. Yoko was standing next to her. She turned and drove her fist into the point of the Japanese girl's chin and pulled out her knife with her other hand as the force of her blow knocked Yoko back and turned her around. Yoko's face and outstretched hands slammed hard against the wall. Before the surprised guard could defend herself, Rosalia plunged her knife into the small of Yoko's back, severing her spinal cord. The girl's legs turned to jelly and she slid slowly down the wall. She'd be dead within minutes.

[Jessikafights]

As Rosalia's fist made contact with Yoko's delicate chin, Janet threw herself towards Mr. A., only to be intercepted by Jessika. The two women collided and wound up on the couch behind the now frightened 60 year old man. The professional killer was surprised at the computer expert's strength and skill. She expected, despite the painful and debilitating injuries to her thigh and side, to make short work of the English bitch. It didn't happen.


Both women sent furious blows into the beautiful faces and bodies of the other as fists cracked against jaws and dug into soft, heavy breasts and yielding bellies. Curses, shouts, grunts, and groans filled the living room as fists and knees found comforting homes in tender crotches as their intense battle raged while Mr. A cowered behind a huge chair.
At the same time, Rosalia directed her attention to Paola after dispensing with Yoko.

Under ordinary circumstances, a fight between Paola and Rosalia would have been an even contest. Paola fought as furiously as she could, but the older woman was so high on cocaine, and so exhausted from her morning of non-stop debauchery, she didn't stand a chance against the fiery, desperate, younger Latin. As soon as Rosalia's fist slammed into Yoko's jaw, Paola yelled and jumped at the younger woman, landing on her back as Rosalia's deadly knife slid into the pretty Asian. Calmly, Rosalia slammed an elbow back, ramming it full and hard into the soft little pillow of Paola's belly. While air 'whooshed' out of the older woman's lungs, Rosalia tried to spin around as the gasping Paola's grip on her shoulders loosened.

Paola pushed her body forward, smashing Rosalia into the wall, turned the guard around by her shoulders, and rammed her fist into the young woman's mouth. The knife fell from Rosalia's hand, and Paola drew back her right fist. As blood spurted from her lips, Rosalia blocked Paola's next punch and countered, driving a left and then a right into the lovely globes that hung invitingly on Italian's chest. Paola grunted and then started to collapse on folding knees as Rosalia's next fist rocked her panty-clad cunt.

Rosalia grabbed Paola by the throat, picked her up and slammed her against the wall next to Yoko's crumpled body. She brought her knee up between her commander's plump thighs, crushing the older woman's pussy against her pubic bone. "AAUUGGGGHHHHH !!"

Howling in pain, Paola doubled over again, and then moaned softly in disbelief as Rosalia picked up her blade, and brought it swiftly up from the plush carpeted floor. It ran deeply, easily, into the dusky brunette's hanging left breast. The knife went up through the breast's underside and slipped between two ribs, ending it's journey in her lung. As Paola coughed out blood, the young Latin pulled out the knife and repeated the previous thrust, this time ruining her right breast. Paola collapsed her eyes wide with panic and pain, clutching her bleeding breasts as more blood streamed out of her nose and her mouth.


As Paola's plump, luscious mounds were being cut open by Rosalia's blade, the battle between Janet and Jessika continued to rage. Rosalia ignored them. She went straight to a crouching Mr. A and drew her gun. She slammed the butt of the gun across his face, breaking his nose and destroying his upper front teeth and lip. As he fell back screaming, she put a bullet through his throat.

As he lay on his back, gurgling, clutching his throat, with a geyser of blood spurting from his neck, she calmly punctured his thin chest with two more slugs. Then she turned to face Jessika and her confederate, still locked in their personal war. Not risking a shot at a lurching, moving target, she holstered her gun and advanced with her knife drawn. While waiting patiently for the opportunity to help Janet, she took Paola's weapons from where they had fallen on to the floor. Carefully, she secured the unsheathed knife in her uniform belt, and placed the gun into a pocket of her khaki shorts.

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The mini-skirted computer analyst and the bra-and-thong-clad assassin had continued to pound away at each other without let-up. Jessika's unattended thigh throbbed torturously and the burning sensation from the stab wound in her flank intensified. Blood continued to leak from both wounds as her heart kept pumping furiously. Despite the pain and loss of blood, she was slowly taking the fight to the tough English woman.... beginning to hurt her weakening, youthful opponent. She plowed her big right fist between Janet's large, silicon-rich breasts, crunching into her breastbone and stunning the tough, younger fighter.

Before the Londoner could respond, Jessie pulled her forward and drove her knee up into her solar plexus. Janet's mouth opened wide as she struggled mightily, but unsuccessfully to breathe.

Jessika suddenly screamed and grabbed her thigh as her injured leg started to buckle. Janet took advantage of the opening and lashed out with a huge karate-style kick that smashed into Jessika's thong, pulverizing her cunt mound.

Jessika groaned loudly, started to fold up, and then absorbed another brutal blow from the Londoner. Janet caught her with a beautiful uppercut, her scything fist crushing the taller woman's right breast. Jessie cursed and grunted as she somehow delivered a reply......a fist of her own that sank deep into the belly of the lovely, shaven-headed younger woman. Janet "OOOOOFED !! " and hugged her gut as she doubled over.

As Jessika prepared to raise her knee into the now vulnerable, wide open face of the folded up English bitch, Rosalia struck. Her knife sliced into Jessie's side, just over the flesh wound at the top of her hip. All six inches of steel slid effortlessly into the stunned auburn Amazon's body. Rosalia withdrew the blade and turned Jessie around by her elbow. Before the beautiful redhead could react, the guard thrust her blade again into Jessika, this time piercing the soft skin just under her navel. Rosalia's knife met little resistance, as it's entire length wound up buried in Jessika's guts.


"UNNNGGHHH !!!!" Jessie's face distorted in pain and she let out a soft moan, her eyes widening in utter disbelief and shock !! Her mind shrieked silently: "OH my GAWWWWD.......after all I've been through today......not THIS ! OOOHHH NOOOOOOO !!"

She felt her legs go weak and her body lurch and shudder as the blade sank up to the hilt in her naked belly. Her fingers dug into the tanned flesh surrounding the wound as her life flowed out of the ugly puncture. She fell to her knees, her fingers covered with blood.
Rosalia grinned cruelly, took out her pistol, and jeered while licking her lips and feeling her nipples harden in excitement.

"Hmmm, Jessie.....how does it feel, huh? Knowing you're gonna die? Thought you were invulnerable? Well I'm gonna give you a choice you never gave any of your poor victims.....Where would you like me to shoot you, huh?............... Or should I be like the callous bitch you always were?"

"Fuck you, CUNT!!!" A dying Jessie whispered defiantly. She lifted her head and glared at her killer, and tried to get up and lunge forward. But she was too weak. Instead she spit at Rosalia to show her contempt, but missed.

"Tch, tch....you MISSED ! Where should it be, Janet? Where should I plug the arrogant bitch? What do you think? In the head?.......Between the eyes?.......in her pussy or bush?.....how about one more in the belly?......... or......Ah YES, I know........in the tits, I think......those soft, pretty melons that this fucking bitch is so proud of!!"

And with those words she pulled the trigger, sending one slug into the kneeling woman's heavy left breast. "Aaaargggghh !!" Blinding, intense hot pain coursed through the redhead's body. A grimacing Jessie took one hand from of her bleeding belly and clutched at her punctured breast. Then she collapsed face first onto Mr. A's thickly carpeted living room floor, shuddered a few times, her sexy ass thrust in the air, and then lay dead still.


Janet unable to tear her eyes away, stared in fascination at the dead assassin?s voluptuously quivering body, and though she had no personal animosity towards Jessie like Rosalia, she felt herself incredibly aroused and horny. She had not watched any of the previous hunts, initially repulsed by the thought of the hunting and killing of essentially helpless victims, and was now surprised by her exulting, perverse enjoyment of Jessie?s demise.

"C'mon Janet, let's get to the car ! Here, take Paola's knife and gun." Rosalia's voice was firm, yet calm, while Janet's body quivered from adrenaline overload. The two women fled the carnage-filled room and ran through the long hallway leading to the exit, and their jeep. As they approached a "T " at the end of the corridor, two guards appeared, Trish, who was on her way to share a bed with Paola and Mr. A, and a man Rosalia didn't recognize. Their running, blood spattered bodies caused the guards to draw their guns, but Rosalia was quicker. She fired off a burst that stitched a row of red dots across the man's upper chest. His body flew crazily back and his arms and legs flung outward as he landed heavily on the hallway floor.

Trish managed to get off a round but missed, the bullet whizzing over Janet's head. Janet and Rosalia returned fire. Janet's shot was wild, and she was knocked solidly on her ass by the gun's powerful recoil. Rosalia's aim was fine. Trish gasped and doubled up as two of Rosalia's slugs blew through the top of her khaki shorts and found a home in her soft, brown belly. As the pretty black woman sank to her knees, clutching her tummy with red-stained hands, Rosalia walked up to her and fired another round into the gap between her breasts.

Two more guards who were on post outside the main door to the compound now stood between Rosalia and Janet and the precious jeep. Alerted by the sound of gunfire, they opened the door to the compound just as Rosalia and Janet were reaching it from the corridor.

Amy had her gun drawn. The slender Asian-American woman's eyes opened wide as she saw the two blood spattered women approach ......she knew Rosalia....she liked her too. She didn't know what was happening or what to do. Alice, her partner, still had her gun in her shoulder holster. Amy's indecision and Alice's unpreparededness cost them dearly. Rosalia fired off a volley that chopped up Amy's breasts and bore fatal holes in her heart and lungs. She died instantly. Unfamiliar with firearms, Janet's one shot ricocheted off the corridor wall above the opened door. She cursed at herself as the recoil once again drove her back off her feet. Rosalia aimed at Amy, who appeared frozen. She fired once. The bullet took Amy in the stomach, thumping into her body just above the wide belt buckle at her waist.

As Rosalia jumped into the driver's seat of the jeep, Janet ran around to the passenger side. "Oh Fuck !! " Janet spat as she saw Vanessa appear from around a corner of the main building, holding a cell phone to her ear with one hand and a large pistol with the other. Janet stopped and grabbed the jeep's roll bar as Rosalia turned the key in the ignition. The English girl fired one shot as Vanessa raised her weapon. Janet was thrilled to see a red splotch appeared on Vanessa's forehead as her body was tossed backwards like a rag doll.

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Five minutes later the jeep approached the island's air strip. Two bored-looking guards, Jason and Xavier were standing near the small building that served as the area's headquarters. The shiny-new blue and silver helicopter was sitting on a large concrete square off to the side of the solitary runway. Rosalia reached under her seat and grabbed the small attach? case she had put there before the havoc erupted in Mr A's suite. She and Janet walked slowly towards the men. Before drawing her gun, Rosalia spoke. "There's no reason anyone else has to die." The men were taken aback as the women drew their firearms.

"We want the pilots." Rosalia announced, looking towards the copter. The stunned guards said nothing. "Look, Mr. A is dead.......the next direct deposit into you Cayman Islands Bank account will be delayed at least........there's no reason for you to die for nothing.....things are finished here."

Two young men dressed in crisp blue uniforms with silver trim walked out of the small building in response to the commotion outside. Rosalia trained her gun on the crotch of the taller one. Janet tried to keep her gun hand from shaking as she made every attempt to look the part, covering the two guards with her weapon.

"I'm an expert shot." Rosalia warned. "Why don't you keep your cock and balls where they are?.......just get us off of this island." The men looked at each other. "Mr. A is a generous boss..... we do that and we lose this gig ............"

"He's dead. And I'll pay you double for this flight." With that Rosalia squeezed of one round that went between the legs of the taller man, dangerously close to his nuts. "My next shot won't miss."

"Toss your guns over here.....slowly." Ordered Janet. She had finally calmed down and looked as menacing as Rosalia did as she glowered at Jason and Xavier. They responded. Rosalia removed the clips from their weapons and flung the empty guns behind her.

"Throw you knives away as far as you can...... SHEATHED." The two men complied.
"Are we taking off?" Rosalia asked. She sent another round zipping past the ear of the shorter pilot. He looked at the taller man in blue as both sort of shrugged. "Let's get aboard." He said with a forced smile.

Once in the air, Janet and Rosalia could finally relax. "Are you really going to pay our pilots double?" Janet asked. Rosalia took a very deep breath and smiled.

She opened the attach? case filled with some files and Mr. A's laptop. Janet grinned as she recognized the computer and thumbed through some of the files that Rosalia had shown her previously. "Just like I said," Rosalia cheerfully offered. " We'll have more money.... literally at our fingertips...... than we could ever imagine."

Stunned, exhausted and deliriously happy, both women smiled contentedly at each other.........Janet took a quick glance at Rosalia's pleasant out-thrust breasts, and felt the Latin woman's big brown eyes lingering at the firm, smooth thighs of her crossed legs, and the crotch of her panties which was visible as her torn mini-skirt had ridden up well on her hips. Then they closed their eyes as they headed away from the evil that was Assassin Island.

THE END ( Or Not ? )

STAYED TUNED ? (for more after the New Year!) ?

[MikeJV]

AWESOME... sorry ya got killed Jess... *shrug* but shyte happens. lol! Great action all around, and a great... ending? Hmmm, there'l be more ya say? *smile*

MikeJV