"I will, I'll see you tonight at the bar then," the raven haired woman said as she watched her pretty friend dress.
The redhead was hardly out of the apartment when Aurora brought up her screen name on her computer once again. The email gave the web address to visit as Aurora keyed in the web site. She was still a little worn from the events of the past few hours but the site was something she had to view. After she keyed in the URL address, the screen went black then it started up and the image of a man in black silhouette holding a gun walked into view and fired at the screen reminding her of the opening sequence of any given James Bond film. Then the words (Kill Fest) came upon the screen followed a male's voice.
"Welcome players to Kill Fest, you may call me Fat Daddy and I have handpicked the players I wanted to compete for this event and so you are one of six competitors in the world able to view with site. If you chose to compete in this one of a kind contest of skill and nerve, email me and your name and stats will be added to the event. Win Kill Fest and win one million wired into any account of you wishing. There are now 4 confirmed members now signed up to play the game. The deadline to sign up is 24 hours from the time you first logged into this web site. If you fail to make the deadline, you will forfeit your place in the competition and be replaced without warning.
The website voice spoke in a calm manner as though he had done something of this nature before. The whole thing almost seemed like a joke to Aurora but then again she thought….if this guy was the real deal and he was in command of this crazy game, could she…would she join in and fight for her piece of the pie. From an early age Aurora knew she was good at only one thing, she was born to kill. Two years in the army learning the art of the sniper, two more in Special Forces and six more as a CIA operative had given her all the skills and strengths needed to compete and win a competition for assassins. She knew she had what it took, the question was should she take part in she such a conflict.
Aurora stared at the screen unsure what she should do. If she could win the event, she would be set for life and be able to not only help herself but that of her sister and her two little girls. It would mean not having to hunt down cheating abusive husbands for the rest of her life. She knew this could change everything for her and that if she did, it would take all her skills and training to pull it off. She drew her eyes over to the accept button on the right hand side of the screen. It would take just one little touch and she would be part of this insane game of murder and battle for more money than she could ever imagine. Just one little touch, she thought and it was on. Her hand moved toward the mouse and laid upon the little computer device. Slowly she moved the gadget as the arrow ever so surely moved with it until it had come to rest atop the acceptance button. "Just click it and be part of this," she said out loud as the arrow hovered over the mark. She closed her eyes and clicked the little button below her finger tip.