Barbie

His eye blinked as he nestled it against the scope. It focused on the little sidewalk cafe. He found the target and spoke into his radio. "Target acquired. Are we sure?"

"Vasily, yes we're sure. She has the sunglasses and green dress, no?"

Vasily shook his head and then remembered they couldn't see him. "Yes. But she looks harmless. Just some young girl who would make a nice plaything."

The reply came after the guys in the van had composed themselves, but Vasily could tell that they had been laughing. "She is behind the recent 'accidents' among our employers. She is known to have at least a dozen different schemes to undermine the leadership. And she might have one of those missing bombs. So take the shot so we can all go home."

The target was mixing some sugar into her tea as Vasily squeezed the trigger. It was done. "Target is down.  Heading to the rendezvous." There was no reply. 

Vasily quickly disassembled his rifle and put it in his bag. He jumped back when he opened the door to find his target standing there with a pistol aimed at him. No it wasn't his target. This woman had a grey shirt and pants but she looked like the target. 

"Shit! I'm compromised!" Vasily gasped into his radio. 

She squeezed off two shots as she said "they can't hear you, Vasily. They're already dead."

Alice part 6

 Alice had become numb to the pain. She made the mistake of looking down at what the Limey bastard was doing to her and now forced herself to keep her eyes closed. 

"That should do." Jack looked into Alice's face after forcing her eyes open. "Thank you."

She felt the knife along her neck and soon everything went black. 

There was a roar of some kind. A waterfall. No, rain. She was soaked from it.

The other sounds came to her attention. People talking. No, screaming. 

She was face down on a checkered tile floor that was wet. The diner.

It all came back. The explosion. The Limey bastard.  No, that was another time. 

She gathered the strength to push herself up and look around. 

Alice part 5

It was that Limey doctor bastard, Jack. He was silent as he went to the cabinets and opened one of them. He took something from inside and closed the door. When he turned towards Alice she could see he had retrieved one of his little doctor knives.

She struggled as she imagined what he was going to do with the knife. None of it was pleasant. 

"Shall we start?" It was more a statement than a question. He brought the knife to her stomach and gently started cutting into the skin.

Alice tried to pull away but the straps were too tight. Her belly burned and she tried to scream out but the sound was no more than a feeble muted squeal. 

Jack continued his work for what seemed like hours. Alice lost consciousness a few times during the tortuous process but each time he would slap her to bring her back to feel each cut. He clearly enjoyed each sound she made and he smiled a little sick smirk as he continued.