Kill Fest

"So let's have a look at you my raven haired lovely?" he asked in his broken Spanish. "Please come, sit beside me," he added extending his hand in a friendly gesture. Aurora took the invite and slid onto the sofa beside him on his left hand side. The girl to his right pulled away as though jealous of the newcomer's appearance. She was an attractive beauty with long brown hair and fake D-cups fully clad in a long red evening gown. The dancer before them was a tall thin redhead who needed to add a few pounds Aurora thought.

"You are quite striking my dear," Mendoza said looking into Aurora's green eyes before lowering to inspect her body.

"You don't know just how striking I can be," she replied with a dirty smile.

It drove her crazy to have him so close and yet nothing she could do to capitalize upon it. Without her gun, she had no way of taking him out along with his men. She could in one fast move take hold and snap his neck but she would never make it to her weapon before his gorillas would strike her down. So for the moment, she would have to play along she thought. Although she was trained as an assassin by the CIA and used as such, Aurora did have limited experience as a field operative and spy when needed. Sometimes a contract would require the assassin to get in close, act out a part before taking out the mark. Now Aurora would have to draw on all of her experience as an agent to bring down her target.

"What is your name my dark angel?" his voice deep almost Barry White like and romantic in tone.

"My name is Aurora," she said flashing her bright eyes in his direction.

"What an interesting name you have my dear."

"My mother was into star gazing and the northern lights. She also had a thing for the Greek Goddess," she said with a grin trying to win his trust. "My sister was named Athena," she added trying to be as girly as she could outside her comfort zone.

"Well, you do shine quite bright my dear."

"Thank you," she said almost basking in the comment knowing she did look stunning in her current appearance.

"And what is the story behind this?" he asked stroking her arm and running a finger along her tattoo from shoulder to wrist.

"Oh, do you like?" she said in a forced playful tone.

"It is quite interesting, what is the story behind it…there is always a story behind tattoos?" he quested.