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03| Well, shit

L I L I T H O R T I Z

I had to wake up at four in the motherfucking morning today due to the fact that our mission had to be complete early.
We still haven't been informed as to what we'll be doing but i'm guessing we'll get the information once we arrive at the main base.

I dragged myself downstairs, Maya was suppose to arrive soon so I made myself some coffee to wake myself up and sat in the living room, watching the morning news.
What? I actually find it quite intriguing, mainly because they usually talk about my assassinations on there; the one from earlier was being talked about today.

Soon enough I hear knocking at the door, "Coming!!" I yell.
As I get to the door I can hear Maya groaning at Josiah, "Josi stop whining, you can watch paw patrol in a second!"

I open the door, "Hey mamaaa," I grin, moving out the way so they can come in. "Heyyy! Alright go find aunt Nea and ask her to put some paw patrol on alright?" She takes Josiah's jacket and shoes off.
"Okie" He replies and runs off, for a three year old he's quite smart. His little braids jump as he runs out of the room.
He's a literal copy of Maya.

She had him at 16, yeah teen pregnancy seems to be a normal occurrence with the people I associate myself with. But of course, men being the shits they are, the baby daddy left her after he found out about the pregnancy. Her parents disowned her after they heard about it too.

Her skin shines the perfect brown shade as the morning sun hits it. Her eyes are a deep brown and she's an absolute goddess.

"Alright babes, let's go. I've been needing a break from that little dickhead," she sighs. "We're leaving!" I yell and Josiah comes running in and hugging Maya's leg. "I love you little bee," she hugs him, "Bye bye momma, wove oo" He replies before running back to my mum who was stood in the doorway.

"Be safe." She mentions, handing Josiah her phone which was playing paw patrol on it, "Yeah." I reply nonchalantly before me and Maya leave.

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We soon make it to the main base, "So what do you think it could be?" Maya asks as we walk down the hallway, "Don't know, they're always random," I shrug, as we reach the bosses room and knock.

"Entrar (enter)" he spoke and we both walked in.
"You're late," he stated, looking up from his newspaper, "I'm a mother, don't rush me." Maya snapped back.

Another thing that I found compelling about her was the simple fact she spoke her mind.
Someone as truthful as her was definitely someone to keep close.
I found myself sniggering at her back talk.

He turns to look at me with a displeased facial expression, "Don't look at me, listen to momma bear over there," I raise my hands, "Stop with the bullshit, I have a mission to discuss," he spat.

Both me and Maya rest back in the chair as he flips through a file.

"There is a group of males who seem to be stealing our drug supply from one of our warehouses down east; I need you to wipe them out," he informs, passing us both a file with the men's profiles on it.

"This sounds simple enough," Maya shrugs, flopping the file back into the desk, "Yeah... too simple, there's a twist isn't there?" I ask, suspiciously eyeing him.

"Well, it's important you avoid contact at all cost," he informed, "And why is that?" Maya asks, reading my mind. "They belong to the Germans" he states, taking a blow of his cigar.