Amidst the tranquil embrace of a lakeside's serene beauty, two women found themselves engaged in an arduous endeavour. With strained muscles, they grappled with the weight of a dead hitman that seemed to defy their efforts. Their movements spoke volumes of their shared determination as they laboured to drag the dead weight to the end of an old abandoned pier. It was pitch black except for an almost full moon casting beams of light onto the treetops and the surface of the lake.
There was no one to be seen except for Julie Koop and her best friend, Sarah, struggling to move the weight of Philly Schmidt’s dead body. Just two hours earlier, the man had been alive and breathing, but a single bullet from Julie’s Glock 18 had ended him.
“Do you think the water will be deep enough here?” Sarah asked between heavy breaths.
“I sure hope so,” Julie replied.
They managed to drag Philly Schmidt’s body to the very end of the dock, and with a final push, they rolled the body off the edge as it succumbed to gravity's pull, sinking into the lake's cold dark embrace never to be seen again. The resounding splash echoed through the solitude as ripples danced across the water's surface, marking the culmination of their joint struggle. As they stood there watching the body disappear into the depths, a sense of relief washed over them.
Julie had once again foiled an attempt on her life. She was beating Bronson Riddick at his own game and making it look easy. She had now single-handedly killed three of his best hitmen. Nobody would’ve thought that a woman who wore fake eyelashes and short skirts would be a hard kill, but here she was, still standing, still alive.
They looked at each other with a sense of accomplishment. It seemed unbelievable that Sarah had just helped Julie dispose of a dead body, but here she was, standing next to her best friend, looking down at the dark water and making sure that the body wouldn’t surface. It didn’t.
They turned around and slowly made their way back to the deserted gravel parking lot where Julie had parked her Mustang. The early summer air was still pleasantly warm, and the distant sound of crickets could be heard all around in the forest of lush Evergreen trees that surrounded them.
As they sat together in Julie’s car, they looked at each other with a silent nod. No words needed to be spoken between these two close friends. Julie slid the keys into the ignition and fired up the engine feeling the familiar vibration race through the seat, sending orgasmic sensations into her clit, and up in her stomach.
“Julie, I’m worried about you; who knows how many soldiers Bronson Riddick has in his army? Where is this going to end?” Sarah asked with concern in her voice.
"I don’t know. But I’m not going to give up. I don’t wanna die, and if I have to wipe out Riddick’s entire crew, then I will, if that’s what it takes. These men think they can break me easily because I’m a woman, but I’m going to be the survivor, they may think they hold power, but they’re wrong. I won't let fear dictate my fate. I'll emerge from this stronger, and they will be the ones who falter, trust me.”
“You know society loves to put labels on women, and sure, I might fit into some idealized notion of beauty, but my worth extends far beyond appearances. I’m smarter than people like to give me credit for, Sarah, and as Bronson Riddick and his thugs are learning, I have a strength that can't be measured by the standards of beauty.”
Sarah said nothing, but the small smile she had on her face said everything. The sense of safety and protection she felt around Julie was unreal, even more than she had ever felt from any man.
“Are you gonna tell Brad and Jay about everything? All this crazy shit with Bronson Riddick trying to kill you?”
“No. Sarah, you’re the only one that knows about all this. That’s the way it has to stay.”