Meanwhile, Claire was orchestrating a very different plan. She had called in a team of experts, and five black cars had rolled up to the curb. Claire was preparing to take matters into her own hands, and McKenna was her target.
She dialed her contact, a man with a heavy Scottish accent. "It's time to take care of McKenna," Claire said. "Make sure it's done quietly and efficiently. I don't want any loose ends." Claire listened as he gave her information.
"Find her," Claire said, her voice cold and calculating. "The Hills, huh? Fine. Make sure she suffers. I will check the tape. Fuck it, I'll be there in 20. I want to feel her die myself. Kill the monitoring and make sure law enforcement agencies stay off this until we tell them how she died."
The man on the other end of the line nodded, even though Claire couldn't see him. "Consider it done," he said.
Claire smiled, a cold and calculating smile. She was one step closer to getting revenge for Selena. McKenna was just the beginning. Her accomplices didn't learn from those heads on the turtles and the Los Locos limbs strewn like Christmas decorations around their gang hideouts. It was time to purge two gangs. It'd been a while since she let loose.
The five cars pulled in front of the building. "This should be fun." Claire Gregory opened the car door as her team moved swiftly through, and they opened the maintenance door.
After the CCTV in the surrounding area was put on a loop by the city engineers and the security office to the building was quietly infiltrated by the Gregory Guard, and the security guards were incapacitated. They looped the lobby cameras. Claire and her team of five began by clearing the floor stealthily. Swords were ideal for weapons, the super-sharp Pict blades were deadly, but so was a broken neck.
The room was locked. Claire knocked as she held a decapitated head on her sword. The guy looked intimidating, but he was only tough with a gun. She knocked on the door and angled his head towards the peephole.
"What the fuck, Pedro?" a man wearing decent street clothes opened the door. A shocked look crossed his face as he saw his friend's head in all its gory glory, and blood ran down the crooked blade.
"Hello, in the box? S'awright?" Claire said, doing her best Senor Wences impersonation. Her cousin snickered. The blade of Claire's second sword went through the man's neck, and he started choking on his blood as she wriggled the blade.
"Sorry, Hermano." Claire said in Spanish as she kicked the man down and walked over the man's dying form. She made her way through the suite, surprising another. The blade of the sword cut through the throat and the Los Locos gang member. The man bled out like a goat at the Abattoir.
Claire flung the gangster's head off her other sword. It landed with a wet thud. He fell in such a way that he was holding the door open, and he rested, gurgling on his blood, against the door.
An old lady walked out into the foyer and angrily confronted Claire, charging at her, "Hey, what are you doing in my granddaughter's-" the woman shrieked until Claire decapitated her head quickly and stuck it on the end of her sword.
Claire waved the others in, her brother Connor walked and smirked at his sister as he then made his way down the hallway of the large suite. He smirked at his brutal sister, "She tries to kill their daughter, but loves their money. Have fun." He went off deeper into the suite, making his kills.
"Girls just wanna have fun, Connor." Claire bounced; the blood of warriors surged in her blood. Connor snickered. The element of surprise did not matter now; anyone in this suite was doomed. His sister was going to give the cleanup team a headache.
"Hey, what the fuck is going on?" Claire heard from deep in the suite. She was "that fuck" Claire grinned and vibrated with excitement as she sauntered towards the noise like a cat stalking its prey.
As Claire turned the corner, she used the head on the end of her sword to peek around the corner, her eyes locking onto McKenna's terrified expression.
McKenna's grandmother had just been decapitated, and her head was now being used as a twisted puppet by Claire. The old lady's lifeless eyes seemed to stare into McKenna's very soul, her mouth frozen in a permanent scream.
"Grandma?" Juan said, horrified and angry. He leapt up. "Fucking bitch."
"What big eyes you had, McKenna. What a small brain you had, McKenna," Claire taunted in a Latin accent, her voice dripping with malice.
McKenna's eyes widened in horror as Claire flung the head off her sword, sending it flying into the room. The head bounced off the floor, coming to rest at McKenna's feet.
McKenna shrieked, grabbing her gun and firing wildly at Claire. But Claire was a seasoned warrior, and she dodged the bullets with ease. She sheathed her swords and drew her own silenced gun.
"Ooh, three blind mice. Let's see how you run." Claire had become a Muppet Show and kid song connoisseur since she became a mother.
Two gang members, Juan and Marco, jumped up from the couch, drawing their guns. Juan, a burly man with a thick beard, charged at Claire with a roar, his gun blazing.
"Pathetic." Claire dodged and punched the man in the throat. Juan honked, and she cackled.
Marco, a lean, agile man with a scar above his left eyebrow, aimed at Claire, firing off a precise shot. But Claire was too quick, and she dodged the bullet by a hair's breadth.
Claire fired her guns, firing off a single bullet that ripped through Juan's chest. He stumbled backwards, his eyes wide with shock, before crashing to the floor. "One for, let's call you Juan."
Marco, undeterred, continued to fire at Claire, but she was a master of evasion, dodging and weaving between the bullets.
McKenna, meanwhile, had emptied her clip, missing Claire by a mile. In her panic, she had accidentally shot Marco, hitting him in the head.
Claire couldn't resist taking a jab at McKenna's incompetence. "Looks like you're so bad at this, you ended up killing your underling," Claire sneered.
"That was my cousin, bitch." McKenna's face twisted with rage, and she joined the physical fight, charging at Claire with a snarl.
But Claire was more than a match for McKenna. She easily overpowered her, pinning her to the floor.
Juan, seeing his cousin in trouble, tried to intervene, but Claire was too quick. She shot the man accurately between the eyes without really looking. "Jesus, that chest shot should have left you without the ability to move your arm. Huh?"
Claire turned her attention back to McKenna, who was struggling to free herself. "You see, that's how it's done." Claire made her look at the dead gangster's body, tilting her head. Claire held her hair ruthlessly.
Claire's eyes gleamed with a cold, calculated light as she slowly began to beat McKenna to death. She reached for her baton and flicked it out.
"You get to go… slowly," Claire said as she used her knee to inflict pain as she smashed McKenna's head into the ground. McKenna screamed.
"First, I will break your limbs. One by one, so you cannot move. Claire hit her and stood, and then dropped, using her metal-plated knee pads as a weapon. She broke both her left and right tibia as she slammed herself down on her lower legs.
"Haaahh," McKenna screamed in agony. A loud, audible snap was heard. She threw up in her mouth and began to choke on it.
"Tilt your fucking head and spit it out" Claire said, as McKenna vomited. "Let me help you then." Claire raised her baton and whipped it down. "She survived, you know. She is going to be fine. You are going to be incinerated, pulverized, and used as my kitty's litter!"
Each blow was precise and deliberate, designed to inflict maximum pain and damage. McKenna's screams grew weaker and weaker as Claire's assault continued, her body battered and broken.
Finally, with one last, brutal blow, McKenna's body went limp, her eyes frozen in a permanent stare.
Claire stood up, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes gleaming with a cold, hard light. She had vented her feelings, and she had done it with ruthlessness.
As she turned to leave, she caught sight of McKenna's lifeless body, and a small, cruel smile played on her lips.
"It's done, did you get everyone?" she said into her headset, disappearing into the hallway.
The cleaners had started working in the hallway the other doors to in the hotel were sealed shut by their electronic locks, they worked quickly and diligently the bodies and their parts being put in garbage bags and shoved down the laundry chute where someone was waiting with wheeled laundry bucket to wheel the corpses and evidence out.
Connor and the other Gregorys waited and cleared the hotel of any other lingering evidence that they were there waiting for her. "Yeah, the repair team is coming up to fix the room. You avoided upholstery, right?"
"I did my best," Claire admitted. A cleaner sighed and hurried in, wondering if they needed to stage a fire as well.