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(What Valerie looked like at twenty) ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
It had been a month since Valerie and Han had broken up. Valerie decided to move back to London, England, where herself and Han met, the place she was born. Her father was with her mother in Cuba and they had not spoken since Edward disagreed with what she wanted to do with her life. Become an assassin. After the car wreck where she practically killed an enemy of her mother, she got into that lifestyle.
Han and herself still stayed close friends. She hadnt talked with any of her family as neither of them liked what she did, her mother understood, but wasnt proud. Valerie got into racing when she was young, and she always loved it. She started racing for money and when she turned twenty, valerie decided to do a special job for a friend. They were paying almost 200k for her to eliminate an enemy.
Valerie got dressed in something comfortable for her, she hopped in her black mclaren and followed the directions to a building. Valerie entered the building, greeting people with a smile, she walked into an elevator and took it to the very top floor.
She took a keycard from a guard and swiped it before the doors opened and everyone turned to her. "So i know you're really busy right now, but i'm here to kill you." Valerie grinned and the guards came and attacked her, she yawned before flip kicking three across the face, kicking them back and through a window, she grimaced as they died instantly, landing on the concrete. She fought the rest of the guards and killed them without a hint of mercy.
Suddenly hearing clapping, she turned around and bit her lip, raising a brow at the unknown man. "Who the hell are you?" She grabbed a gun and pointed it at the unknown man who had a huge grin across his face, while still keeping one of the main target.
"I would ask the same thing, except you won't be alive to care. Thank you, for doing my job by the way. Spared me some bruises, but I think I can take over. Although you won't have a choice." He said with a strong English accent, pulling out a gun he pointed it at the woman.
"Now what makes you think that?" She smirked and pulled out her phone, taking a quick picture of him. "Considering you're out of bullets. And well, I don't want to assume, but you look like you're self taught." Valerie glanced down and back to the man, she took a step forward and tossed her gun to the side. She tossed the other one at the target and hit him directly in the head, making him fall back unconscious from how hard the hit was.
"You're right, I am. And I'm pretty damn good." Valerie ran up and did a flip kick, knocking the gun from his hands. She took a breath and smiled at him, he snarled at her and she kicked him back. She didn't want to kill him, because well it was a bit unnecessary and he was quite attractive. He ran up and pulled her into a headlock, wanting to put her to sleep so he didn't have to kill her.
