Sighing, Zelda peeled off her blood stained gloves and surveyed the scene in front of her. Both bodies, ready for disposal. Her preferred method was soaking everyone and everything in acetone until the only thing that could be identified was an absolutely spotless body, and her insignia hidden somewhere in plain sight. While this was a job she was paid to do, she wasn’t doing it alone.
The client had requested two victims and paid handsomely for it, she definitely likes a challenge, but she knew if she was going to hit them both at the same time, she’d need some help. Thankfully, Phil was seemingly always on call. The two met lord only knows how long ago on the dark web. After working a job together, they just clicked. They lived their individual lives, but stayed in contact, calling on each other more than once to help out. So, since he was the guest on this job, Zelds went with his preferred method of disposal. Cut ‘em up and throw ‘em out. Definitely a lot more work, but she didn’t mind. When she was planning, she had allotted for a little extra time. However, she always seemed to forget how messy it was. Glancing over to Phil, she resisted the urge to wipe the sheen of sweat from her brow, knowing she’d smear blood. “I don’t know about you, but that was easier than I anticipated.”
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