𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝐭 𝐰 𝐨

Weakness or Strength

My mind goes silent, as silent, as the room, we sit in; holding onto only one word he said. Abduct. I have to kidnap someone. Kidnap! I've never done that before. And not just someone... a prince. Royalty.

What the fuck.

I'm not comfortable with being put in positions that are new to me. I hate trying new things. I'm a creature of habit and it is on the list of my many flaws. That and being a Debby downer are my two main flaws. But I kill people and throw knives at cardboard cutouts of human bodies for a living. So what do you expect?

And now I guess I also kidnap people.

I silently groan as my mind continues to race. The art of abducting a person needs to be taught and worked on, just like anything complicated. Just like the training I've had. It's not something I can achieve in a few days. There are assassins here who are professionals at that. So why is he making me do this mission?

I'm the type of assassin to do my work from farther away or on higher grounds. My aim is precise and my trigger finger is swift. I'm starting to think I might fit in with the sharpshooter crowd. If there was a knife-throwing cliqué I would be the leader of that one, easily. Guns and knives are my forte not putting a bag over a person's head and throwing them in the back of a van.

Especially if that person is a prince. Do I have to roll out the red carpet for him? Keep his crown on under the cloth bag? Hell, say 'pardon, your majesty as I'm cutting off his air supply?'

The large man in front of me clicks his ballpoint pen to bring my attention back to his, "I know you haven't done that before so I will be setting you up with a trainer who specializes in that department. Lessons start today." That soothes my nerves... in the slightest way.

"The jet will fly you to the private location. You will be given everything you need before you leave here that day. I can't give you more information until the day of the mission."

Another thing I despise is being oblivious.

He points at the door, "You are dismissed." I rise from the chair and while I'm leaving the room I hear him say, "Don't disappoint me." Haven't I already? I'm too much like her, remember?

I close the large door behind me and I'm greeted by a man's chest. I look up to meet green eyes before taking in his appearance. He has a fit but not super muscular look to him. His bright green eyes complement his black hair. Gray sweatpants clad to his legs, and a tight black t-shirt. Not the given training gear- black compression shirt and black cargo joggers. He doesn't look much older than me.

He sticks his hand out to greet me, "Agent Miles Davis. Agent Ashlynn Solace right?" I take his hand in mine and shake it, like I said fit but not muscular.

"Ash." I corrected him.

He smirks, "Ash... I like it." Did I ask? Who is this guy?

I look around checking if this is a setup. Maybe someone is trying to sneak attack me. Like Owen did that one time. Or my father wants me to see how it is to be abducted before I go into training for it?

He notices my confusion, so he clarifies, "I'm here to train you."

I let out a laugh, "You're here to train me? On what? How to do a cartwheel?"

He clenches his jaw. His eyes set hard on mine. No sense of humor. Understood.

"You are five minutes behind schedule." I hope he wasn't trying to intimidate me with his voice.