Ghillie

She was just out for a hike. She loved  packing up enough gear for a few days and heading into the forest. Once her  base camp was set up, she could make forays out from there, leaving her heavy  pack behind. With a compass and a map she'd explored acres of the National  Park, and even some of the restricted federal land nearby. That's where she  was when she heard the rustling. It sounded big ... elk? She sidled up against a tree, waiting for the animal to reveal itself.

A pair of cold human eyes appeared in the bush  before her. Momentarily paralyzed with surprise, she was stunned when the foliage leapt forward and jammed its hand not over but into her mouth.  She was roughly spun around, and her wrists were trapped into zip cuffs. A  wadded-up cloth replaced the gloved fist.

Slowly the greenery around her began to move, as if the very trees were coming alive. As they straightened and stepped  forward, she realized she'd walked right into some elite training exercise.  The men were completely silent. Her captor turned to one of the verdant  figures. Without hesitation, he drew a leafy finger across his camouflaged throat, turned, and melted back into the woods. Within seconds they were all gone, as if she had always been alone, except for the man holding her with a steel grip.

He circled around to face her and placed a hand on  either side of her head, as if he were going to break her neck, then stopped. "It's just training,"she thought with relief, but she was wrong. He simply didn't want the snapping sound to echo through the stillness.  He glanced in the direction the other men had gone. He would have to catch up, but they'd be moving slowly. He could afford to take a minute.

Both hands wrapped around her neck, finding  the carotid arteries with stealthy expertise. With that kind of lethal  accuracy, it took mere seconds. Her eyes flew open as her knees buckled. He  followed her to the ground, letting her feel the hardness between his legs.  Not like she was going to tell anyone... His eyes glinted, feeling her buck once in protest, then fade away. He maintained pressure long enough to confirm the kill, then glided into the underbrush.

Note: Yes, a carotid compression will elicit unconsciousness very,  very quickly. You basically have time to think "Oh shit..." as you feel yourself falling.

Secondary note: Yes, I know a spec ops team would try to avoid leaving a body behind in plain view. Yes, I know our honorable soldiers  would never kill unnecessarily and certainly would not eliminate a civilian who had the bad luck to stumble into them... but it's my damn story. The good guys can be bad guys in MY fantasies. It's sexier that way. So there.

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