Song Putting out fire  by David Bowie

Elizabeth Nightshade looked out of the window in her office on the twenty floor of the flatiron building; her cover as an editor was perfect. Nobody wouldn't expect a private contractor to have an office here, which is why it was good. She had made her fortune running guns for a lot of very dangerous clients, but the Bratava was more dangerous. Draganov was the man that you dared to double cross or betray. Lucky for she'd never do that, and Plus, she made money from it. 

She'd grown up in a military family always moving to different bases. It wasn't until that she discovered her father was a mercenary for hire, and that he had no alliances. After that, she jumped over a fence where she had sneaked onto base where she stole Hardigg storm of sniper rifles and sold them on the black market where she had her calling for running guns. After that, she began running them for the CIA. Alliances were always changing too fast and the people in high power wanted her silenced.

A problem had risen that needed to be handled, that was a noisy New York Times journalist had started looking into her front Black rifle coffee company. Yes, she had known about the contact that he had met at the warehouse, a war veteran, a former marine who knew certain details of the gunrunning operation by the Bratva.

Her satellite phone buzzed on her desk. She walked back over to the desk, and grabbed it as she answered. "NightShade"

"We have a problem. Damon Bryant's lawyer was here to get him," Agent Tucker explained to her, looking at the name on the card on the table. Eric Donovan."

Elizabeth  froze  when she heard that name over her satellite phone. She knew who he was, and he was no lawyer at all but an assassin for the CIA. Apparently this journalist had an ally in the CIA, that could become a problem for Draganov.

"I assure you that Eric Donovan is no lawyer. He's dangerous, and you were supposed to hold Damon Bryant there."

She was going to need the best and most efficient assassin there was to make Eric Donovan and Damon Bryant disappear , and she knew just the right one, Emlin Medusa. Placing her satellite phone down on the desk. She sat in her chair and typed in her password to access the website to contract janitors: assassins. Then she typed in on the screen. Assassin wanted an eleven million dollars contract.Within a second, she got a reply immediately from one. Location: Central Park.

Elizabeth glanced at the call name of the assassin: Angel of Death. She clicked on the assassin's file as she studied it. She was impressed at the number of targets she had killed that never saw the bullet coming. She admired that skill to kill from a distance. After that, she typed in on the screen I know the location and exited the website.

She rose from where she sat, strode out of her office and headed over to the elevator. The doors opened as she stepped in. Sure, she could have dispatched a Russian hitman from the Bratva, but this one required a skill that they didn't have. She walked out through the main entrance, where she was met by her security detail outside. They strolled over to the armored Mercedes Benz as the lead security man swept the area around them, making sure there were no threats against them.

The goon grabbed the back door for her as she slid as the two men climbed, clutching their Steyr AUG in their grip. The rest of the detail got in as well, closing the door behind them. They drove through the congested traffic at this hour. They arrived at Central Park.   Called Manthan backyard because  of its vibrant 843-arc masterpiece had been carved from a muddy swamp.  The lead detail security stepped as he surveyed the area before grabbing the door for NightShade.

Out of nowhere, a motorbike roared up to the curve outside the park as a woman wearing a black biker suit and helmet. Emlin removed her helmet, placing it on the motorbike. She strode through the crowd walking down the sidewalk and made her way to the lady with the security detail.

"Eleven million dollars contract, who's the target," Emlin inquired in a curious and suspicious tone.

Elizabeth gestured for her lead security to hand her iPad and he did so. She clicked on the photographs of the journalist and so the lawyer leaving the FBI field office and says discreetly " The two targets are Damon Bryant, a Journalist who's looking into my gun running operation and Eric the Red."

"Did you just say Red," Emlin asked.

"Yes, why do you know this CIA assassin," Elizabeth inquired.

"Let's just try, he'd tried to eliminate me a couple of times. Also, he's part black program Night drop," Emlin stated in a cold tone. 

"Is that going to be a problem, because I thought you were the best and according to your file you are. No one never sees the bullet you fire," Elizabeth inquired.. Walking back and forth...

"Is that "Is that going to be a problem, because I thought you were the best and according to your file you are. No one never sees the bullet you fire," Elizabeth inquired.." Walking back and forth... I can always  hire another assassin to scrub the targets if you're not the best--"

"Listen, here Miss NightShade, I'm the best and most efficient assassin there is. You saw the file and my kills. Sure, you hire another assassin, but I promise they'll be caught or killed by Red where I won't," Emlin snapped in a threatening tone, her eyes turned taciturn, cold and brutal.

"The eleven million dollars will be wired into your offshore bank account of your choosing after the contract is done," Elizabeth informed Emlin. 

"Naples,"she replied, walking back over to her motorbike,picked up her helmet and slipped on climbing onto it. She cranked it as she roared down the street.

Elizabeth had never trusted assassins, their loyalties always shifted. She couldn't take any chances knowing how efficient Eric the Red was. That's why she had contracted Medusa for this wet job. She strode back over to her security detail and headed over to the Mercedes Benz. The lead man grabbed the door for her as she slid into the back, reaching into her pocket inside and pulled out her burner. Entering an encrypted number, she held up the phone up to ear.

Dragunov's chief of security picked up the phone in his office as he spoke" Miss NightShade, tell me is our journalist problem being handled?"

"Yes, You can tell Dragunov that Damon Bryant won't be a problem for us. But apparently Eric the Red will be a bigger problem for us, not to worry, I have it handled contracted Emlin Medusa to eliminate them both," She explained to him.

"Mr. Dragunov will be pleased to know that Miss NightShade," the chief of security stated.

She ended the conversation  on her burner, placing it back into her pocket inside her suit,  the two security detail climbed in the back as the man closed the door behind them, strolling over to the driver's side of the vehicle. He grabbed the door and slid, closing the door behind him. They drove back through the congested traffic heading back to The Flatiron Building.

The name Night drop brought back memories to her when she had been operating in Iraq with an army colonel who had skinned billions from the U.S brought in for reconstruction, but the CIA station chief had found out about it and dispatched his assassin Eric the Red to put an end to it. After that she had billions in her contracts for guns running there.

Although she never had forgotten about Michael Holiday who was the CIA Station chief back then, she swore she would get revenge on him for costing her all contracts she had in Iraq. The Black rifle coffee company had been the perfect front for her, plus she knew that all the war veterans needed a job after coming home, and she had persuaded them to come to work for Black rifle coffee. War was good for her business , there always to be enemies to be and alliances.