Cold Blooded

Questions Answered

Move quickly. Move quietly. Do the job right...

Moving quickly through the shadows. If you stay in one plave too long you'll get caught. And you don't want that. Once you get a shot off your position will be comprimised so you have to go as soon as your shot goes off.

Move quickly. Move quietly. Do the job right...

Whenever you do move from one position to another you need to be as quiet as you can or else they will be able to predict where you are coming from. And if that happens you won't be able to get your shot.

Move quickly. Move quietly. Do the job right...

These are the rules I lived by for 10 years. They are the rules I learned in training. They are the rules of an assassin. Rules that every mersanary must follow in order to get paid and make their way up in the world. That's just how it is. That is how we live our lives. Now I have broken those rules for my ideals. My morals that so many lack. My mentor said it was good to have morals, to have lines that you don't cross. But those lines have gotten in my way before. I would be fine doing a job, but if the target is on the other side of those lines, it is like I have to jump over a great cliff in order to get to them.

"SYRIN!!" I was snapped out of my train of thought by evelyn's yelling. I looked at her for a moment then back at the road.

"What?"

She looked like she was about to expolde, "I have to use the bathroom, can we please stop?" She asked. I growled in anger. Why was I so irritated? I nodded my head and pulled off the highway on the next exit. There was a gas station and I pulled in there.

We both got out of the car, "Don't get out of my sight okay?"

"Okay." She said. I put sunglasses on just in case the mafia decided to put my picture on the news. We walked in and she went to look for the restroom. I walked up to the desk.

"Gas on pump 2. And a pack of cigarettes please." I said in a deadpan tone.

"15.95" I grabbed my wallet and gave the casheier the money. He handed me the cigarettes and I placed them in my pocket. Evelyn came out of the bathroom and placed chips and a soda on the counter. I looked at her as if she had three heads.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?" She started to argue.

I rolled my eyes and looked at her. "Cause I said so. No."

"Can I get something? I'm hungry."

"If you can find something healthy sure." I said with a fake smile. I heard the cashier laugh so I turned my head to him.

"Kids am I right?"

"You have no idea." I said while rubbing my forehead to try and stop my headache.

Evelyn came back with an apple and two waters. "You guys on a trip of some sort?" The cashier asked while he was ringing up the items. I got out my wallet again.

"We're on our way to see our parents in Nashville." Evelyn said. I looked at her in surprise. "It's been a really long drive though."

"Where you coming from?"

I looked at evelyn again then placed the money on the counter, "New York." The cashier stopped and handed us the bag.

"Well no wonder it's been a long drive. Your sister here must be exhausted." He said refering to me. How does he believe this? Me and Evelyn look nothing alike.

We left once he was done and got back on the road. The car had a full tank of gas and hopefully Evelyn wouldn't bother me again.

"Can I ask you a question?" Ugh. I spoke too soon.

"Go ahead."

"What are you? I mean how do you know how to do all this stuff?" She asked me quietly. My grip tightened on the wheel.

No use lying to her. "A mercenary. Or an Assassin. Whichever you perfer." I could see her visibly tense out of the corner of my eye. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I laughed.

"Then why did you come after me?" She asked.

My grip loosened, "I was hired to kill you, but I didn't know you were a child. So..."

"What you don't you kill kids?" She asked sarcastically.

"No." I stated simply. I looked at Evelyn for a split second and then back at the road. "I have morals. For example I don't kill anyone under 18. And I don't kill pregnant women and/or women with kids."

"Do you kill men?"

"Obviously. As long as they're 18 and older."

"Are you paid to kill?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"A lot. I'm a high rate mercenary. I only kill people who are high value. Most of the time it's $900,000 and over." I told her. She started asking me a whole bunch of questions.

"Does your family know?" My heart seemed to stop at the mention of my family.

I cleared my throught, "Next question." I said quietly. I wouldn't tell her about my family. I refuse to. And she doesn't need to know.

"Will you tell me how many people you killed?" I looked at her with a straight face.

"A lot."

For the rest of the ride she was quiet. She didn't ask another question. Finally, some peace and quiet. By the time she asked another question it was night. And all that was lighting the way were the headlights of the car.

"C-can you- um..." She studdered.

I sighed deeply, "If you want to ask a question ask it. I don't like it when people studder." I explained to her. I heard her take a deep breath before speaking.

"Can you tell me who exactly is after me?" She asked. Her voice was small and shy. To think she was lying for me and being a regular teenager.

"You get in so much trouble and you don't even know how or who you got in trouble with." I laughed. It was funny to me as how someone could forget how they pissed off the second most ruthless mafia in history.

"Sorry I don't know everything!" She yelled. "I never even go outside the camp." She huffed in frustration.

I ignored started ignoring her and she eventually got bored and fell asleep. Something was nagging at me though. If they knew the name of the target, then why did they take her file off Carters servers? Could they be so reckless as to not know the face of the girl they want dead? And why now? Why after 13 years is he finally contacting me? What is going on? The thoughts dwelled in my head as I drove further down the highway. I'm on the run now. On the run with a lieability. And god knows how long until we are found. Even so there's only one place I know of that could be safe. On the side of the road there was a huge sign:

Welcome to Colorado...