Mission Anonymous - Danisnotonfire (EDITING)

Chapter One (Edited)

I got the idea for this story from @TheMeganHowell

Thanks for writing such an awesome story!

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I stood above the man as he slept. I smiled and walked out of the room and over to the front door of his home. I opened the front door then slammed it shut. After a few seconds, I heard the bed move and the man yell, "Who's there?!" I smiled and hid in the shadows near the door.

He came running out of his room, just as I had planned, and slipped on the vegetable oil I had laid out. He came crashing down to the floor. He tried to get his fat body off the ground but he couldn't. He was clearly in pain. Now was my chance.

Next to where he fell was a tower of books and as long as he doesn't roll over, the heaviest one will fall on his head. And if it doesn't, I had a hidden knife that'll fall in his neck. Quickly and quietly, I ran around him with out him seeing me and pushed on the tower as hard as a could. Finally, the 7 foot tower of books fell over and the first thing that fell was the knife and a heavy book was following it. Although the knife falling was not enough to stick into his neck, the books falling on top of it at just the right time was perfect.

Honestly, I thought this was going to be harder.

Physically, I mean. It was always slightly challenging mentally, but I get over it...

After all the books had fallen, I stood and watched as he struggled to lift his fat arms up to his neck. Even if he were to get it out in time, he will never heal the hole in his throat and he will continue to bleed.

Was I mean? I don't think so..

He turned his head towards me. "Your name isn't Abby Winston, is it?" He managed to get out. I might as well answer the last question he has. "No." I smiled. "Next time, watch where you step."

That was most likely the last thing he heard. Good. The prize is mine.

I swear I'm not that bad.

He had neighbors but they never checked on him. He lived alone. Maybe his Xbox friends will miss him but they probably live across the world. It had never crossed my mind that this guy might have a life... but I never observed him going outside, except to get more food from the store. So what life could he have?

I also questioned why I was asked to kill these people. But I knew if I voiced these questions, I'll be punished.

Anyway, I couldn't afford those kinds of thoughts. I find out how my victims move, then I kill them and make it look like an accident. That's it.

I looked at my map of video cameras and wiretaps and slowly unplugged them all and stuffed them in my backpack. After all of this was done, I took out my phone and called my boss.

"Agent Silent! How's the 'Fat' Tommy Snake mission going?" Mr. Boss -that's what the agents call him since we don't know his real name- yelled joyfully into the phone.

"It's done and beautiful. I need a ride back to the office."

"Wonderful!" He's always a happy man. Why? I have no clue. "Take pictures and bring them back! I'll be sending Agent Kira to drive you back!" Agent Kira was a huge Death Note fan and she has never told us her real name. She was one of the best assassins and high speed drivers in our company. But she was annoying as hell. And I'm not over exaggerating.

Okay, maybe I was, but the point is she's annoying.

"Yes sir and alright. I'll see you soon then." I clenched my fist as he yelled "TAKE CAARRE!" into the phone and hung up. "Ugh. Why Kira?"

I took some pictures and then turned all the lights off. I turned up the heat in his house and then cleaned everything I had touched. This part was almost as annoying as Kira. I should just wear gloves. I laughed. Those things are not worth it. I would rather just clean all my fingerprints.

By the time I was done, I was sweating. Not because of how quickly I was moving - because let's face it, I was not moving that fast - but because of the heat. I grabbed a cloth from the bath room and used it to open the front door (fingerprints). Just as I stepped out, a black sports car came drifting into the driveway. I bet that stupid car could be heard for miles. "Damn it Kira." I mumbled. "You're not very quiet are you?" I yelled at her. She rolled down the window and laughed.

"To the neighbors, I'm just another kid that can't keep her car quiet. And hey 'Agent Silent!'" She laughed harder. What was so funny about my name?

"Agent Kira." I replied calmly and collected but I was just about to punch her in her face. I hated Kira with a passion, and I'm not joking.

I opened the back door and put my backpack in there first. It was full of cameras and microphones and papers recording Tom Snake's actions. But he's dead now, so I had to burn those papers sometime. I also will have to have Agent Mathew destroy all the recordings from the microphones and cameras. Matt was the tech guy, the cool guy.

Not really.

I then got in the front seat and looked over at Kira. She was smiling at me with an evil grin. I grabbed the handle up above the door and prepared myself. Then she took off speeding out of the driveway.

She does this on purpose, I swear.

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I knocked on Mr. Boss' door. "Whoo iisss iittt?" He stretched out every word and I sighed. He acted so childish and stupid but he was actually very intelligent. I don't know how but he just was. "It's Agent Sil-" I started.

"OH COME IN AGENT SILENT!" He yelled and I opened the door. He was spinning in his chair with his legs tucked into his chest. He slowed down until finally he stopped and faced me. Then he put his legs down and stared me straight in my eyes. "Or should I say: Abby Winston...?"

I was taken by surprise at his sudden seriousness. Then I shook it off. We always had to have fake names to hide our identities. "Where's my quarter million, Boss?" I questioned him, annoyed with him already. "Oh you want your money do you?" He grinned and I raised my eyebrows. Of course I wanted it, was this guy crazy?

The answer to that question is yes... He's crazy.

"Well I don't have it." Mr. Boss said flatly and started spinning in his chair again yelling "weeee" like a kid sliding down the slide. "What!? Why don't you have it?!" I yelled at him with anger as he continued to spin in his office chair.

The air grew awkward as he stopped yelling and just continued to spin in his chair, but I wasn't leaving until I got an answer or my money.

He sighed. Still spinning in his chair, he replied. "Agent Silent. I knew that you wouldn't go to the location of your next mission if your money wasn't there. So, your quarter million is in..." He paused and his chair started slowing down. "In what?!" I asked, completely furious. "Where is it?!"

"London!" He threw his arms up into the air and then continued to spin. My jaw dropped. London?

"At our other headquarters, of course. Where my brother is! You've never met him but he knows you and he likes you." Mr. Boss laughed. "He needs you there so all your things are already being transferred onto the private jet. Say goodbye to everyone because you've been moved to London!" He said the last part in a teasing way and got up to start skipping around the room and yelling.

I've been on the privet jet before but the farthest away I've been is Hawaii. Other than that, I've never left the continental United States! And I was required to go to London?! Another county?

But why? And was it worth it? I sighed. I had to go there either way. There's no way I'll kill someone for free.

But hey, maybe I'll be sent after a boy with a cute accent.

Those are always nice.

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