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*Note* Hello its Demonking here and I bring to you a story. Wow I havn't uploaded anything in a long time so maybe this will do me. This isn't my story but a friend of mine on Gmod who doesn't like to upload stuff using his real name or create a fake name but I got him to least let me put it in the title so everyone knows its his. He is a beginner but he enjoys what he writes. any critics out there who wish to comment. Please don't as it wont be read because this isn't my story nor would the writer see them

*My mistake I forgotten to put up this image from where the Idea came from. Target - spaceweasel2306

The Target

By GrandMasterFoxxy

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I best introduce myself before I get into my own business that I am sure you will keep quiet about. The name is Jax and I like many others am a normal looking human. Colored black hair with white streaks on the sides to show my age, muscular body type that even with my age I remain in tip top shape. My eyes are green but you would never see them as I prefer to wear shades during my...business days or remain alone in my small apartment waiting...waiting for a call to come. I am a master of main traits of style from CQC (Close quarters combat), weaponry, and my own favorite hunting.

You see in my business I'm what you call for better terms an assassins or hitman. I receive clients by my personal laptop under a fake account protected by system of security that with the right connections you too could get in contact with me. All clients are anonymous to me so you are safe from anyone finding out and all traces will never come back to you. I expect payment in two ways, first is to get started by finding my target of their choice either it be human or some sort of creature and the full payment for when I have finished the removing process.

I have had some clients who for some reason think they could out smart me by never paying me fully and try to disappear. Well like I said before I enjoy a good hunt and if this would to so happen be the case I will find you and get what belongs to me even if I must take extra for the time it took me to locate you. Now shale I begin my little tale of one target who...I hate to say did out best me for better or worse.

I sat beside my personal computer scanning over every email from different clients who offered to pay to remove a target they deemed not worthy of life. I sometimes would pick one or two a week and decided how to act out from there but today I decided to pick one today and give myself a quick and easy paycheck as I became bored with the same targets over and over for past month now. I needed a break after all. I continued to scan over the messages till I came across one that I felt to be very simple indeed. My client described in her message which I assumed was a female by the way she detail how she wanted to get rid of this other women who been flirting around her husband's work place. Women...they always have it out for one other when it comes to these things but most my clients are females if it be cheating husband or former lover. I accepted the job and got all the details I needed from her and my first payment.

The women I am supposed to find and locate was an employee at the Peoples Bank in the next city from my own location. Not a fan on travel but never the less it isn't that far of a drive. I arrived shortly that day and began my hunt for my prey. The target was an easy find for she was the only female from the description to be a Fox hybrid...and I can see why her husband would make eyes at this creature. She was a sight for my own eyes with her fur all white from the tops of her ears down to her tail, she didn't wear the usual employee uniform but seem to be normal clothes if you count her wearing a tight upper shirt that pressed close to her body showing off her I guessed C cups and her tight blue jeans hugging her bouncy ass. Her eyes were green that seem to have a feeling of always watching everyone. Sigh, If I was 30 years younger I to would of fallen head over heels over this creature but I much to old so...better make mental images of her because in the end...she just be a target.

I spent the next few days studying and watching her. Knowing her every habit down to her routine of things. I even gone far to walk into the bank and up to her to open an account. "Excuse me miss?" She looks up from be hide the counter with those green eyes and smiled at me. "Oh hello sir may I help you?"

Her voice was that of a small child with a little chirp to it and small giggle. Her tone was that of an adult but I felt as though she was holding back something. Something she didn't want anyone to know or find out.

I began by telling her my name was Eric Craven and wish to open a bank account but hand no clue how the process worked and was little nervous. I have to use a fake name in these manners to keep all traces an absolute failure to come back to me. Sure they had camera watching my face but little hat on my head, angle of my head and never taking my eyes off what is in front of me but still keeping my senses around me in check the possibility of being seen is very limited. It took a few hours but I was able to get her name that turns out to be Amber and a few words out of her that deemed information to me to be used. After that I gave my thanks and left but as I walked I felt her eyes...yes those eyes watching me walk away as if...no I can't think of those things at this moment she is my clients choice and I need to dig deeper into her habits. She is after all... only a target.

After another few days I got the feel of her routine and know where she goes, how she gets there, the time it takes her and when she would arrive. I've even located her home which is sometimes best place to take out ones prey but I must scout it out beforehand. It seemed to be an easy setup apartment with not much to go by with her salary. Small and tiny but big enough to call home. No security what so ever from what I found but a fake BEWARE OF DOG sign hanging on her front door. Inside was nothing much to what I expected. She had furniture only a female would use and everything was clean. Nothing else to find around her so called home so I continue into her bedroom. I found she was much like the rest of her home was clean as well. Her bed is a normal size for her along with the usual dressers full of her clothes and closet. I found under her bed a small black box with a lock. Using my tricks I got the lock to open and found she is packing heat. "Hmm wouldn't think a lady like herself would need one of these and it's a 9mm too"

I continue to scan around the room and walking over to her dresser pulling one of the drawers open to find it full of her panties and bras. Now back in my younger days I would of stolen one of these pairs as a memento but as I aged I realized how much waste it is to do so but this fox had some pairs stored in here for her age. From the G strings to the lacy styles and that goes for her bras. To my surprise I was wrong about her size which turns out to be she was a DD. How did I get that wrong? I swear my analyzing her figure she was a C cup I must be getting sloppy. Sigh. I close her draw and leave her apartment making sure I left nothing to be missed that I was even here. But as I left her door, walked down the street and travel couple blocks away as I left my vehicle a good distance I felt as though I was being watched. Course this would be impossible as nobody should be even following me but my instincts kick in and I try to locate this feeling of eyes but as I kept walking and gazing around myself I found nobody and soon that feeling was gone. Could just be I'm tired after a long day and once I return to my station I can begin the final stage. Shame is all to see such a fine....never mind.

After a couple of hours of waiting my client to confirm they truly wish to remove the target I get more information about her. My client still sticks with the story of my target as flirting with her husband at work which I find to be quiet odd but I don't dig no further as long they remember the deal of full payment which is confirmed. I decided to strike when Amber left her work and took the subway. She always took the subway in the old side of town which fits perfectly. After scouting ahead and making sure nobody would see what happens I closely followed be hide her. Today was hot and she wore a mini skirt with stockings around her furry legs and a short sleeve shirt. Why I noticed these details is not because I...liked the way she looked no but because I am a man of analyzing detail. She walked down the street with a swing I her hip as she hummed some tune to herself. She crosses the street and down the stairs to the subway with me a good distant away but keeping her in sight. Just as I walked down the steps I found her alone and waiting for the subway train to arrive. I knew the train well and when it would arrive is in 30 minutes so that left me 28 minutes to strike and 2 minutes to clean up any messy business that may fall. I chosen to use the quick and quiet approach of a knife to her neck to but do it in a way she won't suffer but quickly exit this world.

As I slowly approached her she does something that catches me off guard. She..bends over which in doing so I get a full on view of her rear and to my surprise she is wearing a G-string. I refocus myself just as her head turns my way and I hide be hide one of the pillars. I hear her snizz a little and make a quote about it being cold down in the subway tunnels. All that was running in my mind was what the hell just happened. Did she do that on purpose or accident? How would she know someone was be hide her no she didn't that is why she did it because she knows nobody is down here right now. I need to focus and move now. I step slowly out from the pillar and again she still bent over fixing what appears to be her stock which seems to slide down her leg. She pulls it slowly up her leg adjusting it and giving a little wiggle as her tail swings back and forth...back and forth...back and AH! I hide again be hide the same pillar now I was smacking my head on the pillar. "Focus...Focus what is wrong with you your losing it damn it" I tell myself trying to get back to the job at hand. I readjust my grip on my knife and go out again but yet again I'm stopped by what she is doing. She still showing off her ass to my direction but not fixing her stocking oh no but adjusting her own g-string. With her fingers sliding around the strings moving it up and between her..cheeks. Her head ears perk up and turns my way but I quickly had already moved to a new location be hide another pillar which is closer now. "Damn...why am I..grr damn that women no wonder the client wants her dead. Any man can't focus when she does those things" I mumble to myself trying to make sense of the events taking place. After all that is happening it was no surprise that unwillingly my pants had become tight which is odd for a man my age but not uncommon. I mean I am male and she is attractive..NO! Stay on track...

I hear the train coming. Damn has it be 30 minutes already? How did I lose track of time? I attempt one more time to get to her but I was too late, the train arrives as she stands up brushing her skirt back down and the train stops. She walks on the train as the doors open and people pour out. I mix myself into the crowd and get on board. Looks like the new plan is her home I guess. I sit down just a few seats from her but keep my face away from her making it so if she did spot me she wouldn't see my face. I made the mistake now by talking to her days ago but now that the plan changed I have no choice but to follow her home. It be tricky but not impossible.

Arriving at the correct stop and exiting the train I continue to blend into the crowd and follow her home. Course I took a shortcut to beat her to her home before she arrived and ready myself. I've never been a fan of masks but this calls for it. Getting myself into her house I picked a place to hide in her hallway closet and waited. Good moments later I heard the key on the door being used and the door opening sound. From the closet door I was in I could ease it open to pear out to see where she was or least hear her moving around. She walks into the kitchen, grabs a soda and takes a drink. She then does something I didn't expect. She starts doing some weird stretching which shows off her body curves in different ways. As she continues she then peels off her shirt and quickly walks down the hall to I figured her bathroom or bedroom. I time myself and exit the closet. The perfect place to do this would be her bedroom due to its size and location. I wait few more moments while standing in the hall to find out where she is and I discovered she is in the bathroom. I make my way down the hall to enter her room but before I do I find her bathroom door is creaked open so as I passed the door I took a look see and by my eyes my god there she was...in nothing but her bra and g-string. I quickly make my way into her bedroom and stand there puzzled. "Such a shame....damn shame" I say to myself looking around her room again. Surprising again my pants were tight from the view I saw which I tried to ignore. She was a target... I decide to hide in her bedroom closet. It be best spot now as she have to enter her room....just hope she is wearing clothes.

It must have been a 20 minutes before I heard the bathroom door then her bedroom door and then a shadow then her. I peeked through her closet and damn it she was again still in her bra and panties. It looked good on her body and I couldn't get my eyes not to listen to me but stare at her. She again started doing weird stretches as if she was showing off to me and doing some sorta yoga positions showing me everything from my view. I did manage to push myself away from the door to give myself a good calming. "After this job I'm gonna give myself a long trip I'm much too old for this" I tell myself I take deep breaths and get into my killer mode. I grab my knife and bring it up in a holding style ready to jump her. I hear the bed squeak so she must be getting into bed which is perfect. Sleeping fox shale be dead by morning wake. I wait a few moments then I exit the closet. I notice she covered herself up now under the covers so I walk over to her bed. I reach for the corner to pull the sheets down and as I do I ready my hand to cut her.

I throw back the sheets and thrust down only to stop half way as I noticed.....She was gone! "Where the hell did she!" I said in a confusing tone I hear a giggle be hide me...I turn to see her standing there be hide the closet door. She was hiding there this whole time? How did I...and make things worse she had her 9mm pointing right at me. Damn..clever fox got me now. I could jump her now and hope I still retain some of my youthful speed but that be lucky if I do. I look at her eyes as she stares right back at me. She is...smiling. Why? Why is she smiling? Did she know who I was no..she can't of figured it out. I'm wearing a full covered mask with shady glasses to cover my eyes. But why.. "So looks like Mr.predator became the prey hmmmm" she says in a tone that seem to be sorta...sexual. She still has that gun pointed at my head but neither of us has moved. All I can do is think of a plan of action. Just as I'm pondering this she charges me. In my years of this line of business my instincts kick in and I quickly block her and flip her over my head and over the bed. To my eyes she was shocked in what I did and knocked the gun from her paws. As she gets back up from the sudden attack it seemed that after I tossed her, the bra around her chest had became..loose and now showed her naked breasts to me in all glory. As I was distracted she noticed and jumped over the bed towards me. I snap out of my sudden and unexpected trace as she reaches for her gun. I quickly head toward her doorway but as quick as she was for a fox she had the gun and fired at me. It missed but I jumped back from the door and dodged toward the other side of the room which had a window. She fired again as I jumped and smashed through the window and rolled out into the street. I check myself and noticed I was shot in the arm but it just grazed me. I get up quickly and ran down the street and down an alleyway. I turned to look to see the fox looking out the window....smiling at me and...waving. I shake my head and got out of there. What a mess and failure. How could I become so sloppy on this? I have never gotten this bad before...sigh.

The next day I arrived at her apartment to discovered...her building was burned down. During my investigation I found that a body was found...it was a female fox but if it was her or someone else from the apartment building I don't know nor could I find out as anything that belongs to police I stay clear of and just move on. I did check the fox job at the bank to also find that she had quit her job that same day...What the hell was going on?

I arrived back at my station to get contact with my client to report on her request was...finished. "The target you requested to be removed has indeed been finished. So as the agreement you will send the remaining payment to the account as agreed." I typed to the client and taking a sip of my coffee. I nearly choked on what I read next... "I am sorry sir but you didn't kill your target as she is still alive. But I can reward you for trying. I left a small gift in your mailbox outside. ^.^ I do hope to play again with you Mr. Predator. Bye bye. The client then logoff.

I sat in my chair reading the message again and again. I then did scans on her Ip address to find the location but I failed to notice the fake proxy walls were used. Damn it. I was Played like a fool. It dawned on me. Left a gift in my mailbox? Did she mean...Impossible my location was discovered? I rush out to my broken mailbox I never used and looked inside. Inside was a small envelope. I open the small thing and found a shocking item....Inside was a pair of panties...and not just any but the same G-string that the fox was wearing with a note inside.

*I had fun playing with you Jax. I do hope to play again. Maybe next time you wont have to get shot which I am sorry you surprised me is all. I hope you get better and we could meet once more. Maybe next time I could be the Predator and you the prey ^.^ Your Secret admirer

Ps. Don't forget to wave.

As I read the final words I got the same feeling again of being watched...but I smiled too. "So you think you can get away from me? I never fail a mission nor will I start now. I will hunt you down and when I find you which I will. I'll take what belongs to me and maybe something...extra.

End