Sharad had followed her target driving at convenient distance not to be spotted. Once close to his country house, she got her rifle and surveyed his movements through the scope from the top of her parked car. The hitwoman patiently waited until he accessed his computer and only after making sure he was all alone she made her advance. She quickly crossed the lawn but had to stop and take off her heels to walk silently over the hard tiles on the pateo. Getting inside was easy. Sharad surprised her target watching fetish porn and held him at gunpoint while making sure she got access to the encrypted files that really mattered. A few slaps and the gun held against his chest made sure he told the truth. As he was no longer of any use to her, she shot him through the heart at close range and sat down to copy the files to her flashdrive. Sharad amused herself watching his porn while she waited for the massive ammount of confidential files to be transfered. Men were such dogs! Still, perhaps there was a place for her in that industry. Yes, she had earned enough to open a dungeon of her own and live quite easily, kicking balls and slapping buttocks. Hmmmm, what a lovely idea...