Journal Entries of The Escort

Entry 2

January 23rd
6:24am

I hate the mornings.. but the sun rises are pretty. And it's the only time I get to be feminine.

I never liked coffee, I always preferred tea or sauke. Plum sauke is best after a hard day's work. Dulls my senses with its sweet nectar and I like to put jasmine in it.

Wandering around the loft, I could see a reflection of myself in my black laced body suit and a matching black silk robe. I took a good glance and teased my hair in the reflection. It's hard to ignore the sight of the city beneath my feet. It's so pretty up here... I could probably snipe somebody from up here as well.

We keep track of two laptops; one is for black market and coms. The other is to maintain a low social profile with the world. Too much attention is bad and too little is also bad.

Kiko sells guns across the market as her job, but her day time job for a cover is to be a bar tender. She thinks it's stupid to work twice as hard but it's for her own good.

I'm a hit man. I just take jobs regardless of the target and their association. I have no preference as to who I work for... I will only turn down a job if it's too much of risk. If the reason is too political or too petty- like an affair between married people, I won't do it.

Let's say a gang's member gets lost to a fed and get hired to take out a member of that fed's family. Things like that.

I try not to let my emotional judgement get the best of me. The less I know about my target, the easier it is for me to sleep at night. After Kiko's first experience out in the field, we both agreed it's not her suit.

I don't have a day job because I can't be out and about too long. I'll go to museums every now and then, but I'm only out at night.

One wrong move and we're more than likely going to be put to death.

Setting up my laptop to do a digital currency transfer from one of the stolen flash drives, I realized this is the biggest hit I've done yet.

Thirty three point two billion dollars go into an offshore account... one that I made for Kiko. There's no promise that one of these days I will have to pay for my sins and I will lose the blessing of coming home to my sister one last time. I just don't want to leave this world empty handed. She has more than enough money to get herself out of this life I dragged us into.

An email notification pops up on the bottom corner and I set my hot tea down to take a closer look..

Paris.

I didn't click on it because it's not mine to read. I gently knocked on Kiko's room and she opens the door groggily.

"Morning," I spoke quietly and my sister rests her head into my shoulder.

"Can we make bento boxes together like we used to?" She croaks and yawns. Her morning breath reeked fried rice and I softly laughed.

"I'll go pick up the bean paste to make the mochi ice cream," I hugged her back.

"Paris emailed back," I started again and Kiko's brows lifted and her head jerked up at me.

"Nani?!" She gripped both of my shoulders as her eyes looked deeply into mine.

"Hai," I nodded my head confidently and she scrambles for a bathrobe and rushes to the living room for the laptop.