the mission

3

I didn't really know what to do, I just stayed on the bed as Connor got up. I looked at Mr. Fox, I still don't know what my job is here. "Mr. Fox, what am I even doing here? My father never told me." I said, I know that I'm here on a mission but shit Mr. Fox is hot.

"Take her downstairs, make sure she changes outfits. If she continues walking around like that.." He looked at me with a grin "... I mean you should know what they would do." He walked out without another word. I looked at Connor with a confused look, he looked scared not for him but..... for me.

"You heard him change, the men in here are monsters. I'll wait for you outside." He walked towards the door and just left. Is downstairs a bad place? I walked towards the closet and opened it still stunned at how huge it was, there was a beautiful crystal chandler hanging from the ceiling. I ran my hands through down the isle of clothing on the racks. I took of my dress and sighed why I looked in the mirror, my whole body was black and blue plus I needed to change the bandages. I wanted to wear shorts but it would expose my bruises, even though the dress exposed it no one seemed to notice. I wasn't going to risk it again, I put in a pair of gray sweats and a black hoodie that wasn't anywhere near my size. I put the hood on and walked out.

"Ready?" Connor asked, I just nodded. I have to try and memorize this mansion, find secret hid-outs and everything. As Connor walked me around I asked him for a tour but he just gave me a look, so I let my eyes scan the area and let my mind lay out a blueprint. Connor lead me to a dungeon type looking place, it smelled like rotten flesh, I held my finger to my nose breathing in the fabric instead.

Connor opened a metal door and pushed me inside, when I looked up he shut the door. I was really confused, I started to breathe in the air and it didn't smell like rotten skin. I just sat down and waiting patiently, there was a mirror next to the door which meant they could see me. I saw trained to be able to see people through the mirror. So all I did was stare at it, I saw a few people stop and look, some just walked by but then I saw a familiar body shape standing...just staring. 

I looked away and let out a sigh, I flinched when I got up. I lifted my sweater but I made sure I lifted it away from the mirror. I was bleeding through my bandages and I needed ointment on my bruises. Suddenly the door swung up and I turned my head to only be corned by Mr. Fox.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, he tried to intimidate me but it wasn't working.

I rolled my eyes, "Nothing...nothing. You know personal space is a thing right?" He didn't seem to like my answer so he grabbed my wrist and pinned it on the wall as he moved closer. I looked in his eyes and they were dull. 

"Shut the fuck up." He then raised his hand, I flinched. He gave me a confused look, I let out a sigh to realize he was only fixing his hair. "You thought I was going to hit you?" I just looked at him, he let go of me and started to walk away. Shit.

"I still don't know what my job here is to do.... will you tell me?" I asked, he just looked over his shoulder. 

"You will start working for me tomorrow. Connor will take you to the shooting ring in a few and I will observe, we will test your skills." He then walked out the door and Connor walked in, he nodded his head towards the door telling me to come. I did as so and walked out, I was really confused on why I was even in the room to begin with. 

Connor walked me to was shooting range, he left me in there with a variety of guns on a table. I traced my finger over each one. There were more small guns than big, I liked small guns they are easy to carry. Ak47... Assault....Rifles...shotgun...Ruge LC9s....Glock 43. I gasped when I saw my favorite, Kahr cw9 and a Sig Sauer p238. I picked it up and smelled them. 

I quickly shot the target and hit the bullseye, I then shot straight at the heat and then the head. I did the same with each gun, it made me happy. I haven't shot a gun is a few months, I smiled. I then heard someone clear their throat, I turned to see Connor, he pointed to a table with a bunch of knifes. I love knifes. I skipped over the the table and saw a bunch of sexy knifes. 

I looked over at the throwing ones, they weren't balanced. "These aren't balanced" I said the the window Connor and Mr. Fox were. 

"So you can't throw them?" Mr. Fox said, he was testing me. I threw each knife non-stop, throat...heart....throat....heart.....throat.....heart. I ran out of knifes and walked back to the table, I saw a Bowie and a Karambit knife, I used to cut myself with a karambit. I heard the door open. "If you could throw an unbalanced why'd you complain?"

"Because balanced are easier and more accurate." I turned to face them, I crossed my arms over my chest. I was sweating like crazy but I didn't want to change.

"You're going to have to change for the next test." Mr. Fox said, I shook my head. "No? You want to pass out? Get a heat stroke? You're going to fight someone, with loose clothes like that they can easily attack you, plus it's a fucking hoodie and sweats. It's 85 degrees in here.

"It stays on." I demanded, Mr. Fox just shrugged and left. Connor led me to a boxing ring, it smelled like body odor. Have they not heard of Deodorant? I stepped in the ring to only see a 6'5 man standing in front of me. He was muscular and looked intimidating, but that didn't matter because I could beat him in a heartbeat. 

"Is this some type of joke boss? This little girl? I can step on here, I asked for a real challenge!" The angry giant yelled, men started to crowd around. I scoffed, "Shut up and let's get this over with." I said rolling my eyes, this guys ego was through the roof. 

"Shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I make you." I smiled at that and just looked at him.

"Bring it."