As she climbed down the side of the villa whose owner now laid dead by her own hands, Agent Bennett reflected how easy it had been. Rodrigo "The Widowmaker" Carullo was the drug lord that all intelligence agencies desperately wanted to nail, but he'd eluded them for many years. However, it was his weakness for women that proved to be his downfall-Agent Bennett made sure of that. Infiltrating his compound (with help from the agency and their local contacts) as "Mercedes", a local call girl, she made sure that she was alone with her target. It wasn't by accident that she picked stiletto boots, because once Carullo was at ease, she seductively sauntered over and stabbed him through the throat. In order to ensure things went smoothly, she had already coated the bottom with a special toxin. As his body hit the floor, she was already rearranging things to cover her exit should Carullo's men investigate: it would've looked like a rough time gone out of control. Once that was complete, she smiled at her handicraft-nobody was better at carrying out covert assassinations than her! Leaving was easy because, thanks to the intel provided in advance, she knew to head out the window and climb down to the extract point; the boots had to be left behind given they would be an obvious hindrance. From time to time she had to pause to let some guards above her pass, but eventually, she made her way to the entrance of the compound by the beach. Before she left the compound, Bennett made sure that nobody was following before finally ending up at the boat that would extract her.
"Took you long enough, Bennett," came the familiar voice.
"Yeah well, trying to seduce a Colombian drug lord takes more work than you'd expect. We can't all have basic infiltration missions in the Middle East, Locke."
As she said that, she pulled off the mask.
"Freakin' finally. Being Mercedes was one of my more interesting covers, but at least I can breathe and be myself again. Ever have that problem?"
"Ha, all the damn time. Let's get your thespian ass back to the safehouse now though, cause I'm sure these Colombians aren't in a good mood to play."
"You know me too well. More importantly though, did you bring me some spare clothes? Kinda am feeling a bit underdressed now that I'm not in an opulent manor."
He tossed her a bundle.
"Way ahead of you. You know, you don't give me enough credit for being prepared. But hey, take it easy and get changed. We'll be reaching home soon enough."
