Her next target- never would she even learn their names again- was on his fifth bottle and a seventh girl was on him.

Didn't have a preference, she saw. He'd had blondes, brunettes, red heads, girls with black hair.

Grope, swallow, grope swallow. Sometimes he mixed it up to become grope, grope swallow or swallow, swallow, grope. Others the cad showed a great feat of multitasking and did both at the same time.

She immediately did not like him. He was the typical slightly pudgy drug dealer who just started climbing the ranks.

The other part of the job she hated -besides the killing people, of course -was the outfit.

She was wearing the shortest skirt she would ever own, a crop top that only completely covered her shoulders and slip-on heels that added a good five inches to her five feet five frame.

She waited until he was drunk enough- at the end of the fifth bottle seemed enough- before she stood.

But while walking to the prig, he passed her, glass in hand, and the wave of his cologne that teased her nose made her eyes roll to the back of her head in satisfaction.

She had seen him the four times she'd been to the club, the popular hangout for drug lords and their minions and had christened him 'Dee'. For delicious. Full name; Absolutely delicious.

He was tall and broad, his dark suit clearly showed that, hugging him in a way that made her jealous.

Target saw her approaching and just gestured to her making thoughts of Dee take a three sixty to those of revulsion.

"I want you all to me, " Lana whispered as she sat on his lap.

He smiled widely but obviously did not want to let go of the other pieces of ass so she added, "Please, " as though the bugger was pure ambrosia straight from the gods. "Even if it's just for a while."

The next ten minutes for were spent pretending green eyes were his chocolaty brown orbs and the brown head of hair was one covered by silky looking black strands as she convinced him they should be alone.

He invited her up after that.

Unlike Jerry. The first night here he had told her to go home and if she wanted to take it further it would be after at least going for dinner.

He was a good man. He was just mixed up with the wrong crowd. His father's crowd. And he really wasn't involved in drugs, dealing or usage. He was the last child and used as a warning.

She had to stop thinking about his friendly brown eyes, sleek brown hair and ready laughter otherwise she might just puke all over the target.

Though it might not even matter. The pig looked to be into all manner of things and dead drunk.

As they passed by Dee, he raised his glass to the sensuous pink lips that had stubble growing underneath on the sharp looking jawline.

Damn, he is one fine man.

But his pretty chocolate peepers were not staring at her; an almost naked girl but rather at the target whose hands were on her shoulder. The leggy blonde at his side, almost naked as well, was also failing to get his attention.

Either he was gay or didn't like blondes.

If he was gay then he could do so, so much better. If he didn't like blondes then he couldn't, she thought, flipping her hair in her mind. Shame though.

It took all of five minutes to shoot the drunk bozo as he just collapsed on the bed and told her to keep him awake.

Ha! How's that for awake?

Then after fixing her striped shirt and making sure there was no blood on her white skirt she went into the living room of the suite where the target's two guards were lounging.

"I just killed your boss." Lana announced, bringing her gun from behind her and waving it. "But I don't want to kill you so drop your weapons and I will let you live. "

It didn't seem like they had understood her so she gave them a moment to process it. Then when her words clicked and they jumped to their feet, swiftly drawing their guns, hers was already up and waiting.

"Is he really worth dying for? "

The answer was droopping guns. Thought so.

"But they are gonna kill us, "said the guy with two inches less on the other.

"I promise I'll take care of it. "

They all started at each other for a moment more.

"The way I see it is if we don't drop our guns then we die. If we do then we just might not. "

"Or, " the overly buff, green eyed idiot begun and fired.

But Lana had seen that coming; he had been too quiet. The next moment he was dead on the ground, black long hair flared around him with his bullet narrowly missing its mark.

The darker guy with a low shaved head sighed as he threw his gun down. "He never listens. We don't have the training to beat assassins. "

Lana smiled as she withdrew a tiny syringe in the tiny pocket of her tiny skirt. Thought they might have had a chance, she only trained for a year. Everyday, for a year.

"Stick out your hand, " she ordered and even though he was cooperative, she approached slowly, gun still pointed at his chest.

An empty syringe and few seconds later equalled him out like a light. He crumpled to the ground.

She stepped on his arm hard enough to bruise and delivered a hard kick to his head.

That plus the small dose of the memory loss serum would make him forget the night for about twenty four hours.

She had seen Anthony use that in in a disturbing way.

He'd ordered the serum to be injected into the victim, told him he was as going to kill him, watch him freak out - begging, blubbering- with a sadistic glee then have him knocked out.

A volt of electricity and the victim was up to repeat the cycle. Six times.

Until he got bored. Said the man was no longer creative with his pleas then ordered a shock enough to kill an elephant. While he was awake.

Lana shuddered and cut the guard's left temple just enough to bleed before shooting beside him to make it look like a narrowly missed bullet.

Those that would find him would draw that conclusion and he couldn't even be tortured to think otherwise because he simply wouldn't remember.

Once again she checked her clothes for blood- a girl must not look sloppy, said Dannie's phrase in her head- before heading out.

She often wondered why he was in club.

He wasn't a user, anyone would notice that.

She hadn't seen him deal any drugs and it wasn't like you had to hide it here.

She also hadn't seen him interested in anyone, apart from the doof and he was dead now, so he wasn't hooking up.

And trust her, she had been watching.

Maybe it's for the drinks, she shrugged. She didn't really drink but the bartenders of the club had skills; they could get you a drink for your every mood.

She dallied just a little bit but didn't catch sight of him again.

•°•°•

But he did her as he finished his second glass. Wondered if the guy she had gone up with fell asleep.

Looked like an asshole and definitely drunk.

Really didn't care though, about her or the pre mentioned asshole. He'd just seen them around a lot. They weren't who he was here for.

Those he was here for were quite a misleading bunch though. Why would have they done their business so openly if they hadn't want his nose in it?

Granted, he would have still stuck his snout in it but surely they shouldn't have minded.

Seriously. A drug deal was taking place right by his side, names and all. What if he was a cop?

And who would have thought they had been angry enough to send a guy to be rough him up? The goon couldn't but still, it was the thought that counted.

They were starting to take notice of him again. Wasn't his fault, he was tired of them too. He wanted, more than anything to wrap this up, but the weren't giving him anything useful anymore.

He'd have to be more careful, leave earlier. And drink even less.

He sighed as he got up to refill his glass, figuring he was still safe from poisoning for a while. Of course they would take away the bar, the only good thing about this shitty place.