Lyn stood back, half hidden from view by the trees.  She had her sight on long range and was watching the three men as they discussed the latest purchase.  Illegal and probably nasty.  She smirked, the count down in the bottom of her vision getting closer to zero.  She knew when the counter hit the 000 the bang would certainly catch them unawares. She doubted anyone would find anything of the three.   But then they were scum, they deserved to be blown to smithereens.<br/><br/>012...she watched, her eyes narrowing, blinking to get in closer, 008...time was getting close, say good bye boys she thought...005...almost there...4..3..2..1..BOOOOOOOOOOM she grinned as the ground shook and the three men were no more.  Another job done.  She blinked her vision back to normal and turned, grabbing her bag and making her way back to her bike.  She hated being driven, she wanted to control where she was going too and how she got there,.  This was the ideal way.<br/><br/>Dressed all in black; as usual,  She rarely wore skirts, they attracted too much unwanted attention.  She liked to be seen and kept away from.  Her records of course were spotless, she had no finger prints anymore.  They had been blown off in her days in the military.  She still had that tag to her personal files.  She was still regarded as a Hero.  If only they knew who she worked for these days, the guys would rip their dicks off.<br/><br/>She heard the familiar bleep letting her know she had a message.  It was downloaded and she received it immediately.  Heathrow, terminal 6.  Ok, that was easy enough.  She had what he needed, she had been warned something might be coming her way so she had what she called her travelling kit in her holdall.  Plus anything she needed she could always find.  She had a lot of contacts, she could get anything quickly.<br/><br/>Lyn loved the feel of the bike under her.  Lyn was a woman who didn't need others to survive.  She as happy alone, and was not worried if she spent days without seeing others.  She lost her temper with them, and as for men, they were only good at one thing and then half the time they couldn't get it right.  But it had been a long while since she had had any sex, maybe she was due some soon.  If not, she might get to blow something up.  Yeah, that would be fun.<br/><br/>The drive to the airport was quick,she knew the back roads well.  She heard the call go out for the Police.  The bombing had been reported, but they wouldn't find anything.  She was good at what she did.  She could blow up anything, people, buildings, vehicles.  Whatever was needed she could do it.  She arrived on time, parking her bike up and securing it in the safe parking zone, her helmet secured to the seat.  Then throwing her holdall over her shoulder she made her way into the terminal.<br/><br/>Meeting point.....meeting point....she didn't like airports, too many people, too much could go wrong.  She was happier on small jets, or boats.  But big commercial one,s na, they weren't her thing.  She could blow them up so easily.  If they passengers knew she could blow the whole thing up in under a minute they would shit themselves.  Maybe she should let them know, it might be fun to see them panic.<br/><br/>She strolled to the meeting point, her hair was short, her eyes brown.  She wore her black trousers, her top was black too.  She didn't really look out of place, a lot were dressed in black.  She even had a pair of shades in the pockets of her jacket.  She didn't need them, but they were fun to hide behind.  So now she had to wait.  So she watched the people, wondering who was gonna come and meet her.  She didn't really care, a job was a job at the end of the day, and as long as she got paid, that was all that mattered.