The first two were locked tight, but the third knob turned and I cautiously but quickly opened the door and entered the apartment. It was stylishly appointed with a leather white couch, a matching easy chair and abstract paintings on the walls. Sounds were coming from the bedroom and with a little imagination I concluded that there wasn't just heavy sleeping going on.
Suddenly I heard footsteps outside in the hallway. Doors were being knocked on. Ominous voices shouted commands at the doors. Desperately I headed for an open window and climbed out to a small landing. I peered in just in time to see the door burst open. There were 3 women all in tight fitting jumpsuits with a zipper up the front. All three had large breasts, which strained the suits. One wore green, one wore purple and the last wore black with silver piping. All three were carrying lethal looking semi-automatic weapons.
Two of the women entered the bedroom of the apartment and returned with 2 nude women, obviously in the midst of a romantic interlude. Both were gorgeous. One was a redhead, about 21, with perky breasts and a small waist. The other one was older, about 35, with short brown hair and large hanging breasts. The women were held tightly, arms behind their back pushing their tits out, and were shoved to their knees. The leader was yelling at them. I imagine that she was questioning them about my whereabouts. Unfortunately the leader, being frustrated, gave an order to the woman holding the redhead. With incredible speed, the green jumpsuited bitch had a garrote around the redhead's neck and quickly tightened her grip. The redhead's hands clutched at the wire which was cutting off her precious air, and her whole body was shuddering. I could see her gasping for air, her eyes wild with desperation. The bitch holding the garrote was grinning, obviously enjoying the plight of her captive. With a few plaintive gasps, the redhead's eyes glazed over. Her hands slowly fell away from her throat and her tongue lolled about her open mouth. Her body slumped. The assassin unceremoniously let the now lifeless body fall to the floor, at the same time almost matter of factly, she returned her garrote to it's secret place in her belt.
The other captive in shock at the sight of her lover being killed with such apathy began to scream. Within a second her captor had buried a knife into her back at the exact spot to enter her lungs. This silenced the large breasted woman as she suddenly gasped for air. The brunette fell to her knees and coughed up blood. She looked up at the leader of the assassins, in time to see a small gun, aimed right between her eyes. Without time to blink, the trigger was pulled and there was now a small hole in the brunette's forehead. She was motionless for several seconds, with an expressionless look on her face and then toppled backwards. The purple assassin removed the blade from the unfortunate woman's back and wiped the blood off with the woman's brown hair.
Somehow, they were convinced that they had covered every aspect of the apartment and left. The assassins didn't bother to move the two unfortunate women's bodies, leaving them where they fell.
I jumped down off the ledge where I was hunched and pulled the cylinder out of my pocket. I searched around the alley, looking left and right to make sure that I was alone. I then pushed the cylinder into a crevice of the old brickwork, which made up the foundation of the building. I was smiling at my ingenuity. I hurried to the end of the alley.
An ambulance and several police cars were over at the café, trying to piece together the events of the last few minutes. I walked quickly away from the scene and turned the corner, around a building. I paused and glanced around the building, back at the bloody scene. I didn't hear anyone behind me, but suddenly everything went black.