No Strings

Fairydust looked at the damp guillotine in her hands and felt nothing.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her derelict surroundings. She had always hated dirty Exeter with its towns embedded in quarries. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to drink tea as it made her feel some joy in whatever flavor was on her tongue besides dirt or iron. .
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of her handler Warwick Thornhill. Warwick was a brutal but patient man with charming eyes to draw you in and a crushing grip if you got close enough..
Fairydust gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a modest looking girl, no different than any other except the glare from her pink glowing eyes reflected light that glissed in the crimson red that now covered her hands. Her colleagues saw her as a mighty, monster despite not wanting to commit the acts she was ordered to carry out. But not even this monster, was prepared for what was in store today.
The moon shone like a spotlight, making Fairydust tense.
As Fairydust stepped outside and Warwick came closer, she could see the empty glint in his eye.
"You owe me 9166 Credits," growled Warwick, with an judging glare that reminded Fairydust of a cats. "I told you he was needed alive!”
Fairydust looked back, even more worried and still fingering the damp guillotine. "Warwick, "Who am I, if I don’t kill?"," she replied.
They looked at each other, like two,terrible siblings at a dinner table.
Fairydust studied Warwick's scrawny hands and charming eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I failed you" explained Fairydust. "You will never get your money for you own me."
"Fuck!" objected Warwick. "Don’t remind me, I’m starting to think I should just sell you off and be done!"
As Fairydust stared at her handler the message she was waiting for came through her comms and entered her vision. The message held one word. “Snip.”

Warwick turned around and continued "Now get your scrawny ass on the ship before I use that guillotine on you.”
"I am sorry!" retorted Fairydust.
“Don’t be sorry just mov-.”
“I can not complete that order.”
Warwick looked back in surprised, just before his head was severed and hit the stone ground with a plop.
Fairydust swore she could actually hear Warwick's skull shatter into 9166 pieces. The racid owner was no more. she hurried away into the distance towards his ship..
Not even a cup of tea would calm Fairydust's nerves tonight for she was too happy to contain herself as the thought of other handlers falling before her filled her mind.
The Rebellion has begun