Tables are Turned

Two

I wake up to someone shaking me and yelling my name. I swear, I'll kill them if they don't get off soon.

"Danger!!! Wake up wake up sleepy head. Danger!!!" That's it. As quick as lightning I grab the knife that's hidden under my pillow and put it up against the intruders’ neck. I decide I'm probably going to want to see this person's face before I slit their throat, so I open my eyes... and guess who decided to take it upon themselves to be my alarm clock? Taj.

"Ah! Why? Why would you do that? I could have killed you!"

"Oh, you love me too much to ever do that" He gets up off the bed, letting me put the knife away and get up myself. His eyes stray down and I realise that I have a very revealing pair of undies on and nothing else.

"Hey! My face is up here!"

"But the views down there" I whack him across the head before going to get some shorts and a tank top on. Honestly I don't care if he sees me with only undies on, but still, I'm not a slut, and I don't want to give him the wrong idea. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I bend over to pull my shorts on. I pull them on quickly, turning around to find Taj pouting. I walk out of the room, he follows me. Taj sits down on the lounge next to Logan and starts laughing; I roll my eyes and go into the kitchen to find Williow making toast. I help her out and we take the four plates out to the boys, we both keep one. Williow sits next to them and I sit on the other lounge. We watch the news in silence, finishing our toast. The boys take the plates and wash them. When they come out Logan goes back to the lounge, Taj goes to his room and comes back with a jacket on. I turn to Logan and Williow.

"Aren't coming for work?" Williow gets up and nods.

"I have some stuff to do, Logan is off duty until my business is down" We all know what she means by business... torture.

"Oh, because he really needs a break." Logan just smirks at me.

"Well, we better go, bye" Williow and I follow Taj out to the garage after saying good bye to Logan. I get in the back, Taj takes the wheel and Williow sits next to him. Williow and I take turns in sitting up the front, considering Taj demands to take the wheel each time, saying it would damage his rep to be driven by a girl. The one time I got in the driver’s side and refused to get out Taj walked. Well, not really. He walked for a total of 5 minute, with me driving slowly next to him, Williow and Logan, in the back seat, trying to convince him to get in the car. He downright refused, so I got out of the car and went around to the passenger’s side. He actually jumped for joy. No one’s got in the driver’s side since. Even Logan stopped driving; now he just sits up the front.

It takes 20 minutes to get to the X. We chatter away in the car for that time, talking about anything under the sun. We went for disusing what movie is the best to how after the Hunger Games we all wanted to learn archery to what colour goes best with black to why Williow can’t stand strawberries.

Once there, we have to go through 5 minutes of getting the car scanned for anything dangerous that wasn't supplied by the X, making sure we are who we are. The X just looks like another building, it would be impossible for someone to guess what we do here. And if someone does take some interest, they'll find the first two floors are filled with reporters writing for the papers. The X owns a newspaper, and anyone who suffers and injury, is too old, or has some other reason approved by the Boss, works here. I've down a couple of articles before, once when I broke my leg, the other time was when I didn't have any work for ages and so i started writing stuff for the paper. I'm a good writer, I suppose being a nerd and a book-worm back at school is finally paying off.

Williow says good-bye and heads to the left. Her department is away, away from everything else. No one wants to hear screams as the walk to get their next Target. Taj and I Head over to where they supply us with all the information we need for the next mission. I hope it's something a little more interesting than the last one. Killing someone in their sleep gets boring after a while. We go up to the receptionist's desk, well desks. There are five different people on the job. They are each given a different age group, and they're everyone in that age groups source of information for where to go and what's happening. Our receptionist is Stacy. She's one of those dumb blonds that isn't actually dumb. She acts like a slut, says like more than you can imagine, and acts like she's the stupidest person alive. But she has photographic memory, which means she's great for the job. She was probably given the youngest age group because of the slutty way she acts. But I'm never mean to her, I mean, she really tries to be professional, and is actually the best receptionist we've had so far. There's been four through my time in the X. 23 is when you move on to the next receptionist, which means I've been in this group the whole time. The first one was nice, I liked her, but she was getting too old. She died two years ago, we had a separate funeral because everyone here wanted to go and pay their respects. The second was a 30 year old woman. She had photographic memory too, remembered everything... except our names. She never remembered anyone's name, so now she works with the paper. I don't remember much about the other two except that one was a gay guy. They were constantly getting complaints from the guys, and compliments from the girls. I didn't like him that much, but I remember Williow liking him a lot. She used to say that she liked the way he worked for assassins, yet always had a smile on his face.