Mission Anonymous - Danisnotonfire (EDITING)

Chapter Three (Edited)

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Daniel James Howell. I know I've heard that before. But where?

I sighed. I was unpacking all my art supplies and clothes/costumes. There was a lot of money on the line. Before I left Andrew's office, he told me something very important:

"Because so many people want him dead, there are a number of assassins and agents after him. You must protect him long enough for him to trust you, then you can kill him." Andrew seemed certain but I had my doubts.

"What if someone were to kill him before us?" I asked. He shook his head. "That must not happen."

"But what if it does?" I was not okay with not having an answer, especially when I know I can have it. "If that does happen, we will not receive a single ounce of the reward." Then he dismissed me from the office.

I'll get nothing if I don't succeed. But Andrew was asking me to do something I had not done before. Mr. Boss had never asked me to protect my victims or get them to trust me. He always just told me to do whatever I needed to kill them.

Will it prove to be more difficult? I guess I'll find out soon.

But I really hope not.

After setting everything in my already furnished room, I sat on the bed. There was a dresser and a dresser chest and a full body mirror on the floor. There was a couch, a TV, a radio, a computer and a laptop that I could take anywhere I wanted, a love seat, the bed, and it was all roughly the same color. It made the room look blank.

At least it was better than nothing.

I fell back onto the bed and put my arms above my head. I could be living a different life. I could be a photographer like my aunt or an actress like my mom. Maybe an astronaut like my dad wanted me to be or a scientist like Grandma. Maybe a guitar and singer like Grandpa. I took a deep breath. I'm none of them. I know that because they would never kill someone for money. They all valued human lives. As long as I get money, I don't care. That's what makes us different. I've taken so many lives and I continue to do it like it doesn't bother me.

But it does.

I let out my deep breath in a sigh. They all think I'm dead. That's what Mr. Boss told them. "She's dead. She died in a car accident. I'm so sorry." But he wasn't sorry because I wasn't dead. Even if I had died, he wouldn't be sorry. He doesn't care about people dying. My life doesn't matter. I am a nobody in this nameless company.

All of our families think we are dead for the companies' secrecy. If our families wanted to see us, the public could find out where our headquarters were located. The blame for the deaths of people could be pointed at us. What would we do then?

Someone knocked on the door and I got up to answer it. I walked over to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot. I jumped. There was a gun pointed at me. I felt like I should have panicked, but I didn't.

"Mr. Hunter?" I furrowed my eyebrows. He put the gun down. I turned around and saw a small hole on the wall. Then I turned back to him. "You're dead." He said flatly as he reloaded the pistol. "Um, excuse me?" I said confused. "If I was a intruder you would be dead." He paused and handed me the gun. "Always ask who it is first. And I know you don't have a gun, so here." He walked in and closed the door behind him.

He was still hot.

"Then why didn't you do that when I came into your office?" I asked him. I was a little angry for him shooting at me. But I got over it. I mean, look at his muscles. He smiled. "Because I was certain it was you." He replied as if it was obvious and I laughed. "Well what if it wasn't?"

He just stared at me. "Well then." Andrew looked away. "I guess I wasn't paying much attention at that moment."

"Then the price was your life." I turned away after grabbing the gun and felt proud of my victory. I tossed it up in the air a few times and then catching it. I was getting a feel for it. The air was slightly awkward. I could feel him staring at me. He wanted to say something, but he wasn't saying anything.

"I want you to meet someone." He finally said. I caught the gun and then turned towards him. "Who?" I asked. "She'll be your partner. She will work here while you're out on the field." Andrew started to turn to the door. I figured that the field was outside the headquarters in the real world.

"Well if she's my partner, I'd love to meet her." I answered and he opened the door. "Then come with me."

I followed Andrew and he lead me over to a room. "Savannah Wilkie" the sign on the door read

Andrew knocked on the door. "Who is it?" A voice echoed through the door. Andrew sent me a look as if saying "you should be taking a note on this." I smiled and shook my head, returning a similar look saying "shut up I do what I want."

"Andrew Hunter and Agent Ashley Silent." He replied. I cringed again at my first name. It just didn't sound right when he said it. Then, the door swung open. There stood a girl that was a tiny bit shorter than me. She held a small pistol in her hand. "Alright, Agent Silent, this is Agent Wilkie. Wilkie, this is Silent." He introduced us. Savannah nodded at me. "Yeah sure, come on in. I wanna talk to you about your next mission."

I walked in and she closed the door.

Her room felt nice. She was painting the room walls, clearly in her spare time, so half of the room was painted several colors. The room was bigger than mine, but not by much. It had all the same things in it, except everything was in different places and there were two desktops/computers.

"Okay, let's just get to the point. Did he tell you anything he wanted you to do? Like to do it in a certain time limit or to remain anonymous or...?" Savannah asked me as she sat in her computer chair. I half expected her to start spinning in her chair, but she didn't. Thank God.

This London headquarter was so much more mature.

"Uh yes. He told me to remain anonymous to the public and to Daniel's friends." I answered her and then she turned around and started typing on the computer. She sighed. "This might be hard for you then." I walked over to her. "Why?" She had typed in his full name. "It's as I expected."

"What?" I wasn't really sure what she meant. "Daniel James Howell, also known as Dan Howell or Dan, is a famous YouTuber and vlogger. He works at BBC Radio 1 and goes to many conventions yearly in America. He lives in London, England with a friend named Phil Lester and..." Savannah trailed off as she skipped around a page about him. "So yeah..." She leaned back in her chair.

"'So yeah?' Is that all you have to say about it?" I looked down at her and she seemed very relaxed.

"Be happy you have a partner. The internet famous ones are always the hardest. Want some coffee?" She asked as the coffee machine - that I didn't notice when I first walked in - beeped. I sighed. This was going to be hard, but I need the cash...

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