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 **Wrong House**

   Ephe, shot, snuff.

   Karl sat on a bed with a Sailor Moon comforter and pink pillows for the
last six hours.  It's not how he'd normally spend his afternoons, but he
was here for his job.  He was a contract killer; his latest target was the
daughter of some big-time politician who was pissing off powerful people.

   When he finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs he threw on his
mask and took out a HD GoPro.  Normally this was not part of his routine,
but his client wanted him to film the murder and upload the video to social
media via her laptop.

   When he saw the door knob turn he reached for the silenced
semi-automatic pistol sitting on the bed and took aim as the door slid
open.

   Robert was taken aback when the girl walked through the door.  According
to the information he was given the target was supposed to be a curvy
redheaded girl.  Instead a tall, slim black girl walked through the door.

   The girl was equally surprised to find the strange man sitting in her
bedroom.  She was already in the process of removing her uniform as she
entered the room; she stopped dead in her tracks with her skirt in her hand
ready to be thrown and her shirt unbutton.  Robert regained his composure
quickly, and just in time; he knew she was going to scream.

   "Don't scream!" He barked, and brought the gun to eye level and pointed
at the black girl's head.

   "Please...  please don't shoot me!  You can do what you want to me. 
Just don't shoot." She was on the verge of tears.

   "I assume that you are not Callie Osborne?" Robert asked, already
knowing the answer.

   "No-no!  I'm Lois Hollis, Callie lives a few houses..." She replied,
stopping after she realized what I wanted the information for.  Her eyes
went wide, and seemed even more on the verge of tears when she opened her
mouth again.  "Please don't hurt her!" She pleaded.  "She's really a sweet
girl, she doesn't deserve to die," she said as tears started flowing freely
from her eyes.

   "It's not my job to decide if someone deserves to die.  But you should
worry about yourself now."

   "Wait, what?  Oh my God!  You're not going to kill me too are you?"

   "I'm sorry, but I can't risk Miss Osborne finding out that I'm looking
for her."

   "Please!  I'm only 15 years old, I'm an honor student, I have my whole
life ahead of me, and I never even got to make love to anyone," She
devolved into incoherent babbling.

   Robert chuckled.  "People die young all of the time, and, like you, for
no reason at all.  At the very least I can promise to give you a quick
death."

   Then she did something that he didn't expect; although, it was something
he has seen before.  She pulled her button-down shirt off and removed her
bra.  Then she pulled her panties down to her ankles.

   "Wuh-will this change your mind?" She asked timidly, spreading her
adolescent pussy with her fingers.

   "Considering you had half of your clothes off when you entered the room,
the chances of you dying in dignity were already low.  Now investigators
will discover you like this."

   She didn't have a chance to respond, or even fully process his rejection
of her offer.  As Robert finished his last sentence he aimed the gun at her
forehead and pulled the trigger.  Blood and brain splattered onto the
carpet as the bullet pierced Lois's skull.  She collapsed to the floor, and
a torrent squirted out of her dead cunt.

   Although Robert knew she was only twitching, he aimed the gun again and
placed three more bullets into the back of her head to eliminate any chance
of survival.

   He quickly contacted his client and learned that he received the wrong
address.  With updated information he headed to the Osborne House.