Dressed to Kill The mission was supposed to be a simple intercept but there’d been a leak. He’d had to kill to get out alive when his contact didn’t show. That’s how this business goes sometimes. Still, he’d survived much worse. Draining his single malt and pouring another, he barely notices the young women at first, just another couple of ‘good-time’ girls, cute though! Some other time he might make a play but not today.
They approach, smiling. The closer they get, the more he becomes aware that their scent is intoxicating. The strong spirit must have dulled his senses; he barely sees them move before they strike.