after y/n fled the gym she was kind of over Simons accidental death so she went to a meeting with her boss: Trisha.
"hey girly poo" said y/n
"hey baddie boo" said Trish "i need your help. we have an important new mission that is urgent" ‼️🥺👿
"what is it?" asked y/n like the baddie she is.
"i need you to hunt down Ian hawke." said trish super seriusly as she furrowed her blonde chrispy eyebrows.
"who's that?? sounds like a looser name 🙄" she said rolling her crystal browny blue orbs.
Trish pulled up a pink hello kitty powerpoint. "a mafia boss living on an icolated island he is a body builder assassin gunman hitman baddie bada$$"
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"wow he is so boring and sad and stupid and ugly" said y/n even though she had a tiny big crush on his shiny bald head and ripped bod 12-pack stomack glittering red eyes and goatee.
"whatever" said Trisha, "let's get moving and grooving"
y/n chucked her hair into a messy tangaly bun and put on her hot spy gear:
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"wow mamacita" screamed trish.
"i know right i look like such a baddie" she said as she shimmied out the office.
She ran down the stairs and catapulted trough the front doors and into the busslting streets...
