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Happy Halloween
The Grandmother Snatched Off His Halloween Mask and Cut His Throat from Ear to Ear
And a good time was had by almost all
“The reflex of fear was soon replaced with another, more useful emotion.
Rage.”
― Tara Moss, Assassin
The Grandmother tossed the masked man over her shoulder, kicked him in the face, then landed on him like Hurricane Katrina landed on New Orleans. Neither of them made much noise as they fought. The only sounds were their grunts as they attempted to best each other. This man was almost her match.
He struck her with a bruising uppercut. She grabbed his head with both hands and mashed it into the floor several times before she ripped his mask off and slashed his throat from ear to ear with her dagger.
He was an Eastern European.
009 had seen the car drive past her house twice while she was putting the final touches on her Halloween decorations. She would enjoy the children coming by her home in their costumes.
She suspected who the people in the car might be. This house was her decoy home. It existed to attract those who wanted her dead. Her real life was far away from here. Her neighbors had decided she was a nice shut-in old lady. The men driving by her house believed…
