The room glowed in eerie green haze and Julie cursed softly under her breath as she stood totally still in the dark apartment considering her next move. She knew this was the right address as she had checked twice before entering during the dead of night. She also knew that the people in residence were not her long-time online lover and live-in lesbian partner, but imposters as evidenced by the fact that one of them was a man.

It had taken Julie three months to get to this place in Sweden after leaving her home in England with a bit of a bang, having dismantled her connections to Perro Mundo, the dog island for lesbians, Paraíso Pervertido, the same for couples and the kennels and cottage where it had all started with Hailey. Satisfied there would no business traces Julie had then used her skills to disguise herself and vanish into the masses of European immigrants that lived and worked in Britain. She had moved to Europe changing identities and personalities at every opportunity until finally she was comfortable that she could not be traced and it was safe to make contact with NIlla, her Swedish online lesbian lover of many years.

Julie moved silently across the room to where a door was half open and the sounds that were emanating from within were not of a couple sleeping, in fact far from it. The night vision goggles showed the green glowing image of the neatly rounded ass of a slender woman moving up and down on the hard cock of a man beneath her. Julie’s Swedish was limited but she could understand the language well enough to follow the conversation.

“Your cock feels so fucking good in me.”

The man thrust upwards, his hands mauling the breasts of the woman as he arched up into her using his heels on the bed to give himself leverage.

“Does your husband fuck you like this?” he grunted, “after I have fucked your tight pussy, I am going to use your ass like a little whore.”

The woman responded to the talk and the tweaking of her nipples by bouncing faster and letting out groans of pleasure. Julie considered for a moment letting them finish their fun but time was pressing and she needed to know what had happened to her missing lover. A quick glance at the chair by the side of the bed showed a holster with the gun still in it and another gun was sitting on the bedside table not far from the man’s head.

Julie coughed and then spoke softly but firmly, the gun fitted with a suppressor sat in her hand not moving from the two bodies that had become stock still on the bed. “Please don’t go for the gun, it will not end well, I just need information.”

Whether it was her lack of fluency in the Swedish language or if they were just both plain stupid, Julie would never know as things happened very quickly. The woman leant forward still half impaled on the hard cock, reaching for the gun on the bedside table whilst at the same time the man on the bed tried to roll from under her towards his gun hanging on the chair.

There was a soft low pop which sounded like air being expelled from a pair of pursed lips and a small hole appeared in the back of the woman’s head. Whether she was pretty or not was a question Julie would never know the answer to, as the soft-nosed round tore through the woman’s skull and splattered her brains across the wall above her lover’s head. Moving the barrel fractionally, Julie’s second shot shattered the man’s right elbow leaving his arm hanging limp as his attempt to reach his gun failed.

“I did say, ” Julie said grimly to the man, her voice still disembodied in the darkness, “Nilla Gustafson, where is she?”

The man bought his good hand to his face and wiped the blood and brain matter from his cheeks before snarling, “I have no idea, we were just told to come here and deal with anyone who came looking for the previous occupants.”

“But your cock got the better of you, so you and this slut decided to play hide the sausage... fucking amateurs.”

The man roared and with an effort heaved his ex-lover's body towards the voice in the gloom and tried to roll towards the gun on the bedside table. Julie had anticipated this move and as she sidestepped the gun in her hand coughed twice in quick succession, as two crimson holes appeared in the middle on the man's chest.

Julie felt for a pulse from the man to confirm he was dead before removing the goggles and flicking on the light, the ruined face of his female partner meant that a similar check wasn’t required on her. Julie had found the women's phone but discarded it as face recognition would not be an option. Holding the man’s phone to his face the phone unlocked allowing Julie to scroll through and locate pictures and calls.

Julie could see that the only previous calls all went from to and from one number and she pressed redial before placing it on speaker. As she listened to the long slow ring of a phone that must have been in another country Julie thumbed through and found the photos.

The first few were of the dead man and woman and of a very candid nature. In one she was sucking his cock and in another, he was entering her ass, both in close up detail. Then there was a photo that made Julie’s heart leap. The photos were obviously lifted from long-range surveillance shots but even in the grainy image, Julie could see NIlla was smiling and happy. “Where the fuck are you baby?” Julie cursed.

At that moment a “Hello” echoed from the phone.

Julie knew the voice instantly and her blood ran cold.