Life's A Mission

Chapter 9

Today I had chosen to drive the company's BMW m5 to my destination.

My car slowly drove up a gravel filled path, the thick tyres made a crunching sound as they made contact with the pebbles scattered casually all around the surroundings.

So much for not being seen or heard.

Today was Monday and I had only just gotten from school, leaving me a few minutes to gear up, change and arrive here. I am currently wearing baggy shorts that had about a million holes and an over sized shirt. What? Apparently, I need to 'look' the part. Basically, I have to pretend I want some drugs to see if they give them to me, if they do, we know that we have actually gotten somewhere. Of course I haven't gone without my trusty weapons, they were tucked safely under my clothes, I was hoping that they wouldn't have to come out.

I noticed the habitation was brimming with withered, lifeless patches off grass that could crumble under any feathery touch. The supposedly white picket fence, with absent wooden planks and covered with chipped, cracked paint were just hanging on, desperate for some recovery. Roof tiles hung on and the bricked chimney had accumulated all sorts of miscellaneous over the long, painful years. Still standing: a cracked mahogany door marked the entrance of the house, and possibly the beginning of the mission, the brass door knob had been turned too many times to count. The front of the house sported a window that had been smashed that left a few cracks. Behind: the fray, sickly yellow curtains shook a small fraction before coming to a still. Someone was here.

I parked my car a little way away from the house, if someone saw me turn up in that, they would probably question as to why I was here.

Parking meant I had to walk. Damn.

When I reached the door I was indecisive, do I knock or just walk in?

Thankfully someone made that decision for me as the door was wedged open.

"Can I help you?" A gruff voice asked. I looked to see a young-ish man, he had smears of dirt covering his face and clothes, his hair was a deep red and looked slightly greasy. "Only I couldn't help but notice you have been standing out here for a few minutes" he sounded a bit more irritated.

"Oh hi I am looking for some... You know..." I whispered. I didn't want to say what I was looking for in the exact words. That would just be stupid.

"Some what princess?" He answered, sneering out the word ' princess'. He seemed to be getting a little angrier. His face was becoming the colour of his hair.

"Well you know..." I said. I started to wink discreetly at him. All I got was a blank stare in return. Me being me, started to make more obvious and blatant eye movements.

"Is there something in your eye?" He asked.

Ouch. I feel totally stupid right now. Way to be discreet.

"Nope I'm all good."

"What do you want? I have been stood here for the the past 5 minutes watching you make a fool of yourself. Now what is it?" He snapped. Woah I didn't want to make him blow up.

"Oh sweet Jesus." I muttered, there was no way he was going understand my subtle hints. "Drugs! I want drugs!" I screeched.

Only then did I realise that I shouldn't of spoken so loudly.

He glared at me with such animosity, I was surprised he had not tried to at least attack me.

When I finally came to the conclusion he was either going to slam the thick door in my face or throw a punch at me, I decided to just come back in a few days, maybe he wouldn't answer the door next time.