Shattered Glass

Removing a garter belt fashioned from fore skins and scrotums of previous kills Ivana prepares to strangle the life from our hero. Mumbling something in Russian she pirouettes over to Johnny slipping the stinking device around his throat. Although he couldn't make out a word she was saying, it sounded like she was giving him his last rights. He couldn't see clearly, his sight blurred by the excruciating pain coming from his back. Limbs numb, and (thankfully) his sense of smell and taste drowned out by the taste of blood filling his chest and mouth. His senses were useless, he would have to use sheer will power to overcome this hellish predicament.....just where the man preferred to be. His grin grew wider exposing his smoke and coffee stained teeth. The pain was now all but gone, rubbed out by the anger of betrayal he felt. In his ears, the sound of a thousand, no, ten thousand panes of glass shattered as he rose to his feet. Tearing the fumunda smelling choker from his throat he clutches Ivana by both wrists pinning her to the cave wall. Ivana began to grasp for words, trying to talk her way out of what was now surely a painful death. She couldn't speak, just gurgling sounds came from her throat. All expression left Ivana's face as he looked straight into the treasonous female’s soul. As something inside him, deep inside him begins to surface he says, "Why so serious", in a voice only the devils mother could love. He couldn't contain it any longer, the rage made its escape from his lungs in thunderous form. The booming sound exited his lungs with such force it expelled the Prada from between his shoulder blades, shattered Ivana's ear drums instantly, the fluid in her eyeballs began to boil and the sound caused the 36 double D implants in her chest to explode violently. Knowing the sack of bones was no longer a threat he releases Ivana. Bleeding profusely from every hole in her head, her chest cavity gaping open and shaking spastically she slumps to the floor. Not wanting to waste anymore time he sticks his pinky and fore finger deep into her eye sockets. She knew what he wanted, "Over there, she says in a pain filled cracking voice, in the crevice, the hot pink Tapper Keeper, the instructions are in it." Johnny pulls the Tapper Keeper from the crevice, he tears open the Velcro security flap revealing the intelligence for "Operation Shenanigan", he now had what he was here for. Using the mirror attached to the inside of the folder he expertly stitched up the wound in his back. Once he was done, he fastened the security flap back in place and slid the Trapper Keeper into his rucksack.
Johnny now would only have to secure the cave and his equipment before moving forward with the mission. Oh and there was the nasty business of dispatching his former fiancée. He made his way over to Ivana to finish her off, he had a slight feeling of regret for what he was about to do. He would never be able to explain why he had allowed himself to care for this woman, it was something he had never done before. Then again, in moments there would never be a need for an explanation. As he came up on where he had left her battered body he saw only a bloody trail leading from the cave. She must have pulled herself blindly across the floor and out to the face of the cliff.
Johnny grabbed a K-bar from the nearest crate and hurried towards the opening. Looking out of the cave, he saw nothing, as if Ivana had simply vanished into thin air. No trace could be seen, the trail of blood ended at the cliff face. Where the hell could she have gone he thought. He had no time for this though, there would be another time and place for his revenge.

He now could only worry about the operation that lay before him and the Shenanigans it would hold. EP