A Simple Kill
By Nolon King
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Emily Wyatt wants to save the world.
Or at least take some seriously bad guys down. But with a chip on her shoulder and betrayal in her past, she might be her own worst enemy.
Fresh from military life, she's haunted by the loss of her hero father who she looked up to all her life, and is still sore from the treachery of her mentor who stabbed her in the back when she first joined the FBI.
Now Emily must put it all on the line to go undercover as an assassin to infiltrate The Outfit, a notorious international crime syndicate that has eluded law enforcement around the world.
But in this game, her targets are as likely to be law enforcement as rival criminals. Does Emily have what it takes to work her way up into the innermost circle and reveal who the big bosses are? Or will her conscience betray her too?
A Simple Kill is a stand-alone novel by best-selling thriller author Nolon King.
Nolon loves exploring big questions and moral quandaries. How far would you go to cover up an honest mistake? Would you destroy your career to protect your family? How much of your soul would you sacrifice to exact revenge?
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A Simple Kill - Nolon King
Chapter One
Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword never stared down the scope of a sniper rifle.
Emily couldn’t get that thought out of her head. It was almost a curse, the way it kept cycling through her mind on repeat, working to make her feel better about the mountains of paperwork she had been asked to file. It wasn’t the first time she’d imagined herself cresting a summit only to discover she was stuck on the ground floor of yet somewhere else she shouldn’t be.
It had been a little over three months since she left the US Army and took a job with the FBI. Couldn’t imagine her luck to land a spot in TOC — the Transnational Organized Crime division. RICO cases were notoriously difficult to prove and would be a worthy challenge to her.
Her first day had confirmed her suspicions — RICO cases were among the most complicated, and therefore the most rewarding. And she’d landed herself a big one. The white whale of organized crime. Despite arriving early, she’d barely had time to grab a cup of coffee before she was called into her first debriefing about the Outfit.
Now, just a scant quarter year since leaving the military for the Bureau, she was again immersed in a culture whose prime directive was to stop threats to her country and her people. And again, she was relegated to a support role. Non-essential. Non-relevant. Practically nonexistent.
It had been a hundred days since Simone’s betrayal caused the festering emotional wound that was only now scarring over, and Emily feared more time behind the desk was going to rip it open again.
The army trained Emily for danger, but here she was serving her country by doing paperwork. She kept filing — in triplicate — losing days of her life cooped up in her boss’s office, performing tasks that could be handled by just about anyone while her deadly skillset atrophied.
She looked up, caught yet another too-interested glance from the man himself — her boss, Deputy Director Henry Brasse — then quickly looked back down at her computer rather than attempting any more of his uncomfortable small talk. The office was small, and his awkward conversation brought it to the edge of claustrophobic.
The door burst open. Loud and sudden, unexpected enough to rattle just about anyone. Brasse jumped. Pretty sure he squeaked, just a little. But Emily barely flinched in her chair. She looked up to see Director Amanda Tepper striding into the office, flanked by a pair of men wearing funeral suits and indoor shades. Human echoes on either side of her, jaws as square as their flat-top haircuts.
Emily resisted the urge to salute as she rose. Director.
Brasse fumbled to his feet after her. Mumbled a greeting that was impossible to understand. Looked more like a little boy about to get yelled at than a man in charge of the Bureau’s largest RICO case.
I’m going to need a moment with Wyatt.
Tepper tipped her chin at Emily and awaited his response.
Of course.
But Brasse didn’t go anywhere.
Tepper filled in the blanks for him. I’ll be needing your office.
Yes, of course.
His flustered face beaded with sweat. Please, take your time.
He shuffled out of his office. After the door closed loudly behind him, Director Tepper’s expression finally softened. She met Emily’s gaze, the Men in Black still standing frozen behind her. Please, sit.
Emily returned to her seat, heart pounding, wondering if she was in trouble … again. Amanda Tepper never visited anyone without a good reason.
Her men stood by the door while she went to Brasse’s desk, grabbed his chair, then dragged it across the office to sit near Emily. Do you have any idea why I’m here?
No.
Tepper stared at her for too long, as if waiting for Emily to blink.
It was her turn to feel like a misbehaving child, but she didn’t flinch.
Finally, the director said, We have a job for you.
Again, Emily had to resist the urge to salute. Of course. Whatever I can do.
Anything was better than filing paperwork in triplicate.
You’ll be going undercover to flush out the participants and host of a contest.
A contest?
Everything about this felt weird. The air was unsettling. Not any warmer or colder, but somehow more electric. The men stood behind the director like angry idols.
This is an unusual situation,
Tepper acknowledged. Contract killers will be given points for various kills.
Points? Why? Is this some sort of training exercise?
She fired off the trio of questions like three pulls of the trigger.
The winner will ultimately win a lucrative position in the Outfit.
Oh.
Now it made sense.
In the dozen weeks Emily had been with the FBI, she’d been working on this case. Which meant typing and filing countless reports. But Emily had read every note, every theory. Every word.
More importantly, she remembered all of it.
The Outfit appeared out of nowhere about a decade ago. A mob-like organization with seemingly unlimited funds and a compulsion to make all the rules. Or change them. They operated by way of chaos. The organization was still mostly a mystery, despite various government agencies having thrown money and manpower at the problem. And it was getting worse rather than better.
They’d been riling up law enforcement for a decade, but the general public still didn’t know about them. The coverup was big but necessary. Even major media played ball the few times they’d been asked to. Fear was the Outfit’s best weapon, and they were working to turn ignorant comfort into persistent terror in this country. From order to chaos, clarity to confusion, feast to famine. They wanted to see homes turn into hellscapes and companions into combatants.
The Outfit’s best trick so far was in the trafficking of rumor and speculation. Little was known, less was shared. Emily hadn’t had any idea the organization even existed until her reassignment.
How does it work?
she asked. What do you want me to do?
Tepper was stone-faced. Bangs as straight as her chin. Whoever gets the most points first gets a meeting with the Foreman.
The Foreman — capo for the Outfit.
How had none of this crossed Emily’s desk yet? And how much more did she not know?
Points are kills, I assume.
The director nodded. That’s correct, but it’s only the first level of the contest. The Foreman will reveal the final target to the winner. Once said target is eliminated, the killer will be awarded payment plus a position in the Outfit.
I get the Outfit wants to eradicate rivals. What about the Bureau? Are we protecting these people, or do we also want them gone?
If it was the latter, it made sense that Tepper was asking her. With Emily’s sniper training, she was the ideal candidate for the job. Or was she supposed to protect the targets?
One of her father’s favorite sayings popped into her mind.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Unless he’s my enemy, too.
Tepper frowned. We don’t know much about the contest, only that there is one. Right now, the targets are blind. Obviously, we’d want to protect those we can, either because they’re law enforcement or because they’re criminals who can turn state’s evidence and help us build our case. In the end, I need you to get to the guy behind it all. Do whatever’s necessary to get a face-to-face with the Foreman.
Whatever was necessary? Even if the target was law enforcement? That changed things.
Wyatt, this is our best chance in a decade. If we can get the identities of both the Foreman and his ultimate target, we’ll finally have everything we need to shut down the Outfit and also stop someone else from filling in the power vacuum left behind.
You have the wrong person for this. I—
Save it, agent. You’re exactly what we need in this situation.
What about—
Your records will be made public,
Tepper said. With a few crucial edits.
Crucial edits?
We created a new narrative for you. One that’ll help you fit in undercover.
I’m sorry?
Would have stung less if she’d been slapped across the face. This couldn’t mean what she thought it did.
But of course, it did.
Agent Wyatt, the Outfit will look into every contestant, and there is zero chance you could survive their scrutiny as-is. Or was. We needed to ruin your past to protect the present and secure our collective future. Do you understand?
I’m not sure I do,
Emily admitted. But of course, she did. She just didn’t want it to be true.
We changed your bio. Gave you a bad conduct discharge.
A BCD? No. This couldn’t be happening. She’d fought that action. And won, damn it. Her record was clean. Her discharge was honorable.
We also created a social media profile that shows a former soldier who is highly disgruntled with the government. Made you a page on LiveLyfe dedicated to detailing personal and global injustices, plus a Fundid campaign to hint at some serious money issues. The Outfit can run all the psych profiles they want. What we’ve built will pass any and all of them.
There must be somebody else.
Multiple criteria make you an ideal candidate. You were cultivated for this long before now.
Cultivated?
And you’ve come highly recommended.
Bad conduct discharge …
The words tasted bitter on her tongue.
Emily had completed Sniper School with the US Army before her honorable discharge had risen in the ranks to a classification of Military Occupational Specialty 11B, Infantry. Serving her country was exactly where she had always wanted to be. Emily had idolized her father — an Army Ranger and unparalleled sniper. Then he died protecting his country. She was only ten at the time and had never stopped grieving. There wasn’t even a body to mourn or say goodbye to. Her father was just gone.
It was at that empty-casket funeral when Emily vowed to be all she could be to honor him.
Despite the conflict it caused with her mom — getting over the loss of her husband was agonizing enough, she couldn’t stand the thought of losing her daughter, too — Emily spent her life in worship of that promise.
She was an overachiever, but sometimes gender worked against her. She wasn’t accepted into Sniper School until her third request then flunked out due to sabotage. Took a lot of time and effort to prove it had happened, more time and effort to fight the bad conduct discharge. When her name was finally cleared and she’d been reinstated, she’d had to wait several more weeks for the next training session to begin.
Even though Emily ultimately graduated at the top of her class, she was still frozen out. Because of the cloud surrounding the sabotage? Because she was a woman? A combination of both? It was hard to say. But she hadn’t been chosen to liaise with any of the Ranger groups, nor had she been given any individual missions. Found herself riding a desk, instead, marking time until her honorable discharge. All that, just to wind up riding another desk with the FBI’s TOC Division and waiting for Brasse to trust her with something more substantial than filling out forms.
With no other choice, she reported for duty every day, left her complaints unvoiced, and told herself her sniper skills would be put to better use someday. All the while knowing it was highly unlikely.
Now Emily was getting that chance, by way of making the bad conduct discharge look like the end of her military story. Sabotage all over again.
I’m sorry.
Despite the severity of Tepper’s expression, she seemed sincere. It isn’t fair, but it’s the only way. According to your new records, several altercations with a superior earned your eventual discharge.
Of course, she’d had altercations. She’d been sabotaged by her superior. But Emily had been vindicated and the BCD had been reversed. This was so unfair!
That dismissal led to some understandable anti-government sentiment on your part that grew increasingly corrosive over time. We’re working with LiveLyfe to backdate the page. All the way back to your original hearing.
That was nearly two years ago!
Filling it with a lot of political ranting and a growing desperation. We have a writer working to mimic your voice and an AI sweep that’s reading at a ninety-four percent match. You made your last post two weeks ago. You’re totally broke and very angry.
Two weeks ago?
Emily kept the anger out of her voice, but that only boiled her insides. You mean this is already live?
Tepper’s companions bristled at Emily’s rising ire — barely a twitch, but she saw it.
Nothing’s live yet,
Tepper said. But it will be. You don’t have to worry about this being everywhere. Your regular profiles still exist. These are in addition to rather than instead of. We can’t change history or what people already know about you. Too obvious, too many red flags. But it works to our favor to create a side profile for you. It will look like you were trying to keep this part of your life hidden. The real you will look like a cover to the Outfit.
Will my mom be able to see it?
Emily knew the answer, but she blurted the question anyway.
It’s public, so your mother could theoretically see it, yes. But she would have to be looking.
"Can I tell her the