I woke up this morning and got ready for work.
The dress code is really anything you want to wear. As long as you're an in the field agent, you wear whatever you want so long as it doesn't hinder you.
My choice of clothing today is a leather jumpsuit with red pumps and sunglasses. I also brought along a large red handbag.
My sneakers are in my silver Audi.
Upon reaching work I showed my ID, did a biometric scan and head straight to Agent Black's office.
"Good morning Agent Black" I greeted him with a nod. After yesterday's episode with him, I didn't feel the need to smile.
"Agent Joan" he returned the greeting.
Sitting down without an invitation, I stared at him working on his desktop. He was a handsome man really. Sharp strong jaws, a straight nose, blue eyes. I'd say the only flaw on the man was his uneven lips. I guess I wasn't being discreet in my admiration because he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Clearing my throat and trying to keep down the blush - what? I'm still a girl - which I successfully did and I asked him "What do you want me to do with the body?"
His next eyebrow shot up.
"Dispose of it"
"I know that, but dispose of it how?"
Sighing, he turned back to his computer and started to type. Pausing on his work he realised I was still here. My jaw was ticking.
"Dispose of it the way you'd like Agent Joan"
Raising to my feet with a smile on my face, I went to my office and placed my bag on the desk. Opening the blinds, I took a seat in my high leather chair.
"Alright Mr Francis Grant, let me take my shoes off, getting blood off my heels can really be a bitch". With that said, I changed from my pumps to sneakers. I had placed them in my bag when I got out of the car.
Heading down to the basement, I put on the apron that was laid out for me. Putting on my goggles, earmuffs and gloves, I went for the chainsaw I saw on the table. And set it on the floor next to Mr Grant who was still tied up.
The last time someone touched a body I killed, they went to the doctor for a concussion. So I understand why a hair on Mr Grant's head hasn't been defiled.
Getting some plastic, I spread it out on the floor then untied Mr Grant.
"You've been a bad boy Mr Grant. Look what you did to yourself. To your family. You destroyed both. Couldn't you have evaded us for atleast a next year? Huh? Why did you have to leave your six months old daughter so soon, huh? She didn't even get to know you."
Pulling him onto the plastic, I laid him down gently and positioned him like a star. "You know your death would've been much easier if you answered my questions when I asked" I used the hair band on my wrist to pull my hair back since I had worn it loose today thanks to this moron. I picked up the chainsaw and started the engine, it was reduced due to the earmuffs. "but I guess it was still gonna end in the same way none the less, dead. You bit me. For that alone the punishment is worst than what you got. But I'll have to satisfy with what I got. It was my own doing after all".
Kneeling beside him, I brought the chainsaw down onto his fingers. Blood spewed onto the goggles, I giggled at that.
Continuing my work, I took a good three hours to get it done. I had taken my time to make him into the best minced meat there was.
When I was finished, I had his intestines in one bag and the rest of his body parts in another.
I especially liked defiling one part of him the most since it was pure spongy tissue. Oh, the joy of torture in death!
Getting up from my handiwork, I brought the bags to the deep freezer in one of the lunch rooms and got a sticky note, 'You touch this, you Die'.
I'm sure they'll enjoy their lunch today.
Heading to the bathroom in my office, I cleaned myself up. Putting my spoilt clothes into a bag, I threw it in the bin. I put my sneakers in a next bag so they could be washed.
I got a change of clothes from the closet inside. A pair of black skinny jeans and a white blouse along with my pumps from this morning.
Heading to my supervisor, I went to his office and entered without knocking.
I apparently should've because he gave me a look. The one that said, 'I would kill you if I could...'
There was someone else there. It looked like they were in a meeting.
I recognised the man as the leader of a next organisation like ours.
His real name was Fernando Torres, but his agent name was Agent Blue.
I mean couldn't he come up with something better...?