Kill Fest

"Yeah that's the problem, he's fucking with people's lives and those people are dying." Stryker said as he looked over to his cohort in arms. "Do you now see why this man has to be found? This shit is getting way out of hand."

"Crap okay! What do you want me to do then Stryker?"

"Help me find him before things get worse."

"Worse! This guy has assassins running around trying to kill each other, how more fucked up can this get?" Aurora said shaking her head.

"Can I join the party too?" said a softened voice as Amber emerged dressed in a leopard print strapless top with matching shorts. She bore a bright innocent smile that seemed to glow upon the room with the freshness of her youth. Aurora took note of the young lovely and slid her Glock deep into her belt holster as she returned a smile of her own. Stryker matched Aurora's gleeful stare and called out with an almost bitter tone.

"Aurora…..please!"

"What…..can't I have any fun on this mission?" she said never removing her lustful gaze form the youthful vixen.

"No!"

"Oh…..you're no fun Stryker," Aurora replied observing the delightful schoolgirl making a sexy little pout with her pert pink lips. The sight of this very act invoked the hardened killer's softer side, engaging a flitter deep within her womanhood. "Maybe a little later sweet stuff," she told the young beauty with a returning smile before turning her attention onto Stryker with a glare of contempt.

"Alright back to business," Stryker said with commanded in his voice. "Can you track down where fat Daddy is? Can you somehow hack into his computer through this screen name, web site or something?"

"I can try through his internet provider maybe," Pete said shifting from his position on his couch to his desk computer a few feet away. The Kill Fest site was still on his screen as the PC booted up out of sleep mode.

"You're had us under surveillance all this time?" Stryker demanded.

"I told you it's been seen by a small community of people who have been following the activities," Pete said turning to look up at the agent who now stood over him in an imposing stance.

"Activities you little shit, people are dying over this. Do you know how many innocent bystanders were killed in Penn Station yesterday…..well, DO YOU?"

"I know, I heard it on the news," the hacker quietly stated peeking through wisps of brown hair creeping over his eyes. The young man could easily see Stryker's gun semi hidden under his jacket and knew full well if he didn't pump a bullet into him, then his more than trigger happy partner would. The young computer master had done some off the beat work for the CIA agent in the past and knew what to expect from him. However his impression of the associate, although attractive, she was a loose cannon able to explode at any given moment, Pete thought.