A/N: I know, I know. I have a lot of things in the pipeline right now and the last thing I need is another story. Too damn bad. This came to me last night. I want to be a Turk. And I figured there may be others out there who want to be Turks as well. So, here's the deal. Give me a name (fictional or otherwise), a physcial description (again, fictional or otherwise), a person you would like to assassinate (fictional, because we don't want to get any legal reprocussions killing people, right??), the Turk recruits specialties and an object to assassinate them with. I'll do me first, okay? To show you how it works.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The original characters in this fanfiction are strickly fictional. Any similarities of physical descriptions or names to any real person, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
Heels clicked against the marble floor as the new executive assistant made her way to the CEO's office, carrying with her the documents he requested. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in a conservative bun, her black rimmed glasses sitting precisely on her nose as she power walked down the corridors to the office. Knocking softly, she waited.
"Come in."
Opening the mahogany door, she stepped in, striding purposefully into the richly decorated office. She handed the documents to the man behind the desk. "Here is the paperwork you requested, Sir," she said in a clipped tone.
Thames studied her. "Are you new?" he asked, glancing at the documents.
"Yes Sir," she replied. "I was sent over from the Temporary Urgent Request Kiosk Staffing firm to fill the need of your company."
Thames went through the documents, wincing as he sliced open a finger on the edge of the paper. "Damn," he grumbled, placing the bleeding digit in his mouth. "Thank you."
She nodded. "Will there be anything else then, Sir?" she asked, watching with a hidden smirk as his face paled and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He shook his head, his last living act as the poison coursed through his blood stream and ceased the beating of his heart, his head slamming onto his desk.
"Very well," she said, adjusting her gloves. "Then I believe I'll be leaving. Good day, Sir."
The young woman exited the building and hailed a taxi on the street. The bald cabbie looked in his rearview mirror at her as she removed the glasses and the dirty blond wig. "How'd it go?" he asked.
She shot him a grin, running her fingers through her own dark brown, red streaked hair. "Perfect," she said. "He's in his office. Cleaning staff should find him tonight."
"Good work."
"Thanks Rude."
Mission Report: Target eliminated using highly potent form of arsenic covering the edges of documents.
Turk Assigned: Kandi
Status: Rookie
Speciality: Hi-tech espionage, hacking, undercover ops
Target: Matthew Thames, CEO BigTime Brokerage
Death by: Papercut
Mission Successful