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[long whistle] ".... Ya gonna do it? That's quite a bit, looks like enough to put Gabriel through 4 more years of uni." Asked my wife.

"Mmmmm, I don't know, seems like too much of a hassle. Thinking about finding and killing the client instead." I said with doubt.

"Eh, If you kill the client, you won't get the money. Also gas prices just went up, driving to who knows where their location is may cost a lot. I think you should take it." She reasoned.

I let out a long sigh. "Well when you put it like that, it sounds logical but we still haven't addressed the elephant in the room and the obvious complication that this job will create ... who's going to take Max to his play tonight?"

My wife furrowed her brow. "Sss ooo, you're right." The nail of her index came to her mouth, something she did when she was really trying to think of a solution. "My sister is out of town ... What about your-"

"Golfing."

"Your-"

"Bingo night."

She thought some more and raised a finger, but I answered before she uttered a syllable.

"Killed her last month, surprised they still haven't found the body ... but then again, maybe hanging it from the top of the Halloween shop wasn't the brightest of moves."

"Hm, we really don't have anyone available right now, do we?" She asked.

"Doesn't seem so" I replied.

Their son walked in with his bag strapped over his shoulder.

"Hey mom, dad. Something wrong?" He paused seeing our troubled faces.

"Actually yes sweetie, your father was planning on killing me today and-" She was cut off by Gabriel who's eyes had widened upon hearing our absurd statement.

"The heck!? ... Who's going to take Max to his play!?" He exclaimed.

I chimed in. "That's the issue, we were wondering if you could take your brother for us?"

Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Fine, but you'd better have a good Christmas gift prepared. Was suppose to see a movie tonight with Clark and Frankie."

Me and my wife's faces lit up. "Thank you, Marshmalloooow" we both said simultaneously, causing his cheeks to turn red and him to immediately head up to his room. His door made a loud thud.

My wife turned to me. "You know, we really should stop reminding him of that."

"We wouldn't be good parents if we did." I joked.

Max came from outside carrying his roller skates and rushed past us. "Max, stop running ... and flip switch number 4."

Ignoring my first request, he flipped switch #4 as he ran past. Our family photo split open and the barrel of a shotgun quickly protruded and fired. My wife dodged this and grabbed the dagger from inside the flowers, raising her arm and causing me to back away as to not be sliced. She kicked the small table towards my face to obscure my vision and lunged forward upon me swiping it aside to unleash a flurry of stab attacks.

I tripped over Max's Xcube Playtendo 64 but kicked my leg out to cause her to fall forward. Spinning out of her path, I stood up and and pulled out my revolver and promptly fired it at her head. She had been no slouch and had pulled hers as well. Our bullets cancelled each other out. I chucked my empty firearm at her as hard as I could as she scurried behind the couch. The gun blew up with force surpassing a grenade and flung the couch into the wall with her between the two.

Running up and pulling the couch out to the surface, there was a "my wife" shaped hole where she should have been. The fire place opened and out she came fully meched. The large arm did a wide unavoidable sweep that sent me through our window. As she broke the wall and stepped outside, I whistled to call the raptors. They quickly swarmed her and nipped between the openings of the mech, forcing her to eject out as she set it to self destruct.

Somersaulting to the ground, she posed in front of the explosion. I knew she wasn't dumb enough to do that while fightng me and assumed it was a hologram, unfortunately she predicted my prediction and used my assumption to get the jump on me as I searched for her as it was not a hologram. As she held the blade to my neck, I pulled off my mask to reveal I was her. She pulled off hers to reveal me beneath. I pulled off hers to reveal her beneath as she pulled off mine to reveal hers beneath mine over mine.

Making the slightest movement to cut my throat her hand flicked horizontally. Doing so caused a disorienting gas to spray from my false throat and sent her gasping and cacking and spitting backwards. I followed the disorientation up with a running drop kick while wearing my spring loaded shoes and sent her back into the house, her crashing clean through the door. Approaching her while she struggled to get up with a broken arm, I said:

"Till death do we part."

and tossed a vial of dismemberment nanobots at her. Try as she might to rub them off her, they'd already burrowed into her skin and blood began to drain from all her orifices.

"Hm, she's coming out pretty nicely." My wife said. "Really was hoping to win that one."

"In your dreams. Score's 23 - 24 now." I chuckled. "I'm gaining on you."

I monitored the damage simulator screen as the clone infront was formed with the respective damage from the simulation. This process tended to take hours and I was thankful Gabriel had agreed to take his brother for us. Once the clone was complete, we snapped a photo and placed its gored body into a shipping package. The photo would go to the client while the body would go to the Assassin Gallery for receipt purposes.

My wife pressed her wrist which removed her disguise, revealing the real her that only her family got to see. She did two additional presses to change her appearance twice.

"So what do you think I should go now? Fiery Redhead or Confident Blond?"

I smirked. "Trick question, we let Max decide when he gets back."

She laughed a bit before giving me a kiss and heading to her work area to design more identities for the next time something like this happens.

what did the wife do to have backups for backups...

They make the dead clone from scratch. Beyond that she just uses a cloak to disguise as someone else. She designs disguise herself, basically like a clothes designer. At the end, she's making more to choose from simply as a fashion choice for the next time someone wants her dead for some reason.

Did that answer your question?

You took this in such a different direction than I would’ve guessed! Fun concept.

I actually meant, with the way you wrote it, she sounds lie she is targeted a lot, and that makes me wonder what the reason is lol. But it's a really great piece! I like how the fight scene is described a lot.

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WOW!!! 😳😲😵

I am seriously blown up!! WHAAAAAAT?? I JUST WATCHED AN EPIC EPISODE OF SUPER-SPIES TRAINING SESSION IN A SUPER SCI-FI SERIES ( ALL THIS WHILE READING!!!)

HOLLY CRAP!! THIS IS GOLD!! YOU DESERVE AN AWARD: A 24 CARAT GOLD REVOLVER, WITH DESIGNED SILVER BULLETS. ( WOULD YOU ACCEPT THAT GIFT IF I HAD IT, OR WOULD YOU PREFER SOMETHING ELSE?)

If I may, I have one remark . The paragraph in the middle where all the interesting action happen is too long ' it is block-ed up'' makes readding difficult. Anything else is neet!!