Man Hunting 20 - Rebecca's First

"How did that feel?" Amy asked as they sped away.

"That was a fucking rush!" 

"Good, I think that littler guy there has been getting his shit from someone." Amy said.

"You think? He was pretty scrawny." Rebecca was still catching her breath.

"Yea, but he knew to run right away. The guys aren't that smart. And when you roughed him up he got stiff as a board."

"Heh, yea basketball shorts never hide much. But maybe he just likes it."

"Could be, but he was definitely a little bigger than I'd expect. Anything more than a stick of butter and you need to think about it."

"I guess. What do we do?"

"We will pay him a visit later." Amy steered the motorcycle down a dreary side street and stopped it.

"Where are we going?" Rebecca asked as the two dismounted.

"Well, you've gotten a little too far too fast. And you're doing great. But we need some proof from you." Amy pulled a nine millimeter pistol out of the back storage box on the motorcycle.

"Whoa! What the fuck?" Rebecca stepped back.

"No, it's not for you. Take your helmet off." 

Rebecca hesitated and did so but was ashen as she stared at the gun in Amy's hand.

"We got a job. This guy is some small time dealer, went to prison for a few years for a gun charge. Now he's got a hit on him." Amy did not remove her helmet but raised the visor to speak.

"And what did he do to get the hit on him?"

"We never ask. Doesn't matter. We don't get these very often but they're lucrative. You'll be paid really well."

"Ummm, so I'm guessing this is a him or me thing?" Rebecca asked.

"More like a him or a him and you thing. Nothing personal. You can do it right?"

"I've never shot a gun before." Rebecca was becoming cold and calm.

"No, hands on. He needs to get it in a way that looks like a struggle. His brother is going down to. He's here selling his stuff and he's probably alone."

"Okay, well I have no choice." 

"Sorry." Amy motioned down an alley.

"No chance someone will see us?" Rebecca asked.

"Nope, that's why we came to his place of business. He knows there's nothing watching who comes in or out." She finished and raised her hand in a gesture to be quiet. She closed her helmet visor and the two walked another thirty feet and came around a corner.

"Don't move." She shouted through her helmet as they came around the corner.

There was a thin but fit man in his early twenties on the other side of the corner. He was wearing a baggy shirt and jeans and a black beanie. He had a gold chain around his neck and his right hand was held tight against his waist. He was silent as the cigarette in his mouth dropped to the ground.

"Put the gun on the ground." Amy's voice came through muffled.

"Um, sure. What the fuck is this?" He was slow and deliberate as he pulled a handgun out of his waistband and crouched to put it down.

Once it was safely down the terrified man looked at Amy and Rebecca and started to protest their incursion onto his turf. Amy nodded to Rebecca.

Rebecca sent a side kick at him and hit him in the ribs. He stumbled a bit and came back with a wild punch. Rebecca easily parried it and caught him by the arm. He was small enough she could move him with some effect and she spun him around as he lost his footing. He hit the wall hard and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Now what?" Rebecca asked. Amy shrugged.

Rebecca contemplated the man for a moment as he started to come to. She stomped hard onto his throat and his eyes bulged but he couldn't make a sound. She did not think she had done enough damage to kill him and he struggled a little. She growled and viciously pushed her heel down into his throat. His eyes grew wider and his left hand clutched the back of her leg for a moment as she felt the unique sensation of his trachea cracking. In a moment his body relaxed and he was clearly dead.

"Okay, now what?" Rebecca stepped back and stared at the man.

"You're good with that?" Amy removed her helmet.

"Yea, you said kill him or you'd kill me. All good." Rebecca shrugged.

"You killed a person. For the first time. All good?" Amy stared at her.

"I killed a man. Who cares?" Rebecca dismissed her and backed up.

"Well then, we read you right.So in a case like this, no evidence, no robbery. We leave him with everything. Then the cops know it's a gang thing and they won't put any effort into this maggot."

"So we can go?" Rebecca asked.

"Yea, second team will be here in ten just to make sure we didn't miss anything. Good job!" Amy patted her on her ass and tucked the gun in a pocket.

"Why didn't you want me to have a helmet on?"

"Well, let's face it, if he couldn't look you in the eye, it wasn't as good of a test. You got the full experience. Pretty dope huh?" Amy was briskly walking.

"Yea, it was. As long as I don't get in trouble." 

"That's your only problem? Trouble?" Amy turned and asked her.

"Yea, people go to jail for murder."

"Not us. Follow the rules, stay smart, don't talk about it and everything is there to keep you out of trouble." Amy was soothing and reassuring. 

"Great. Any more fun today?"