Under all that human

Chapter 6

I rested my head on the window. 
A few Scarless were on the train, probably all on their way to a mission as well.
I looked down at my watch and scrolled through the mission profile.

Cyrah Amadok, 45 (female)
Station: 12 (6 Eleanor Drive)
Crime: Illegal drug handling
Aim: Bring back to Montana facility for further questioning.

"Station 11." A robotic female voice said from the speakers.
The doors opened and a male Scarless dragged a bloodied girl into the train.
"I DIDN'T DO IT! PLEASE. YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME." She screamed with a mixture of tears and blood streaming down her face. The human clawed at the doors to try and escape, but they closed shut in front of her eyes.
The Scarless tightened his grip on her arm and she bared her teeth, attempting to bite a chunk of flesh off of him. The Scarless was unbothered by all this and sat down on the seat across from me, crossing his legs.
I saw the female human grab something from her pocket and from the blur of black, I knew it was a gun. In a flash, she aimed at his head.
I jumped up from my seat and dove at the human, she wailed as I grabbed both of her arms and snapped them at full force behind her back.
The bullet whizzed through the roof and both the screaming human and the gun fell to the floor.
Everyone was looking towards us now, and the male scarless looked up from the ground, his mouth open in surprise about the fact that the human had been planning on shooting him in the head.
"Thank you so much," The hazel-eyed Scarless breathed.
"You're welcome." I shrugged, returning to my seat.
"What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around Montana before."
"I'm Athena."
"Well thank you, Athena. I'm Blaire." He smiled and kicked his boot on top of the human's screaming mouth. "And this is my stupid assignment, Addie. I don't know why they won't just let me kill her." 
"IT HURTS! IT HURTS!" 
My head was starting to ache and I felt my fingers curl up and stab themselves into my palm again.
"You hate the screaming too?" Blaire asked.
I nodded profusely.
"It never gets easier." He whispered, his hazel eyes full of emotion that I'd forgotten how to express.

"Station 12." The speaker said.
My knees felt weak from the continuous screaming. I walked out of the train, my body held a feverish chill, but once a gust of wind brushed past my face I felt my heartbeat return to its regular pace.
I looked down at the map on my watch and heading in the direction of the arrow. Normally I wouldn't need a map as the 4 years of Wyoming missions had allowed the whole state to be engrained in my memory. 
Humans living their regular day-to-day lives whipped their heads at the sight of me and their eyes widened as they recognized the all-black SFO attire.
"Relax, I'm not coming after youse," I muttered, pushing past a line of humans as I found myself on a street lined with identical white bricked houses. 
I looked up at the sign. 
Widneu street.
I looked back down at my map in confusion and realized that my destination was 2 streets down.
"RUN CYRAH!" A voice shouted.
Cyrah? As in my target?
I took my eyes off of my watch and broke into a full sprint, my feet pounding on the footpath as I hurried to the target's house. I ran up a small flight of stairs, tensing my body, fully prepared to knock it down when I saw a figure crawl under the fence and run onto the street from the corner of my eye.
I whipped around. The middle-aged target whimpered at the sight of me and ran her chubby arms flailed beside her.
My feet barely scraped the ground and I was on top of the woman in seconds. I clapped my hand over her mouth to hold in her screams as I smashed my foot down awkwardly on her foot, snapping her right ankle.
I closed my eyes and waited for the muffled cry to be over.
"NOOO!" A voice yelled. I recognized the voice, it was the same one that had told Cyrah to run. 
The person that stood in the driveway was almost a replica of Cyrah, except a few years younger and shorter. 
I looked down at Cyrah, she laid on the ground still in fear. You better not move.
I rushed towards the human and slammed my foot into her stomach. 
A gurgle escaped her mouth and I grabbed the sides of the human's head and snapped her neck before she had time to scream.
The body fell to the floor with a thud.
Distractions were allowed to be killed.
"Kia!" Cyrah cried. 
I bolted over to Cyrah before she could escape and grabbed her by her broken ankle, dragging her behind me as I hauled the dead human over my shoulder. Thankfully my assignment was in shock and didn't cry at the sight of her dead sister, instead, she breathed very loudly as if she was having some sort of panic attack.
I talked into my transceiver. "Athena Petris, Target Cyrah Amadok secured."

"Could you please hold me by the leg that's not broken?" My target begged.
I paused. Humans like them didn't ask me to do stuff. 
"Please." She whispered, her eyes sunken deep into their sockets.
I dropped her leg and picked the other one up, nearly stumbling over with the weight on my shoulder.
"Thank you." Cyrah breathed.