Future

Chapter 3

TW- Death 

Present: Willow's Pov

Blood. I was used to it personally, after spending 15 years training at Belco, and my first kill being at the age of 16 I've come accustomed to it. It was kind of fascinating how much one person can bleed. I was surprised when the man I killed at 16 bled so much, but I was never really normal.

I was standing in an office with security guards scattered around me they weren't dead just unconscious. Why? Because they weren't the target of this mission.

The man I was hired to kill is named Michael Hilton 46-year-old man and CEO of Micro Corp. His company was worth millions but to him apparently, that wasn't enough, so he got into the drug trade. I didn't care who was involved I only read what was provided in the file like most of the jobs that I've taken.

"Hilton is down the hall and to the right, and he currently is not aware of what is happening in the building. you are good to go," Kanok said. I have known Kanok since my Belco days. She scored higher than I in computers and I used that to my advantage.

"Got it, heading there now," I started using Kanok's directions to guide me towards the target.

"Ok, go inside and get this over with, and tell me when you're done, also the camera is down your welcome," Konak said. Unlike me, she didn't enjoy the sight of blood which is why she didn't object to sitting behind and staring at a screen. She also mentions the feeling of having control over the victims and seeing all. This was true since most all jobs had him looking through security cameras to track the locations of the target, and potential threats.

"Sounds good see you in a bit, and thanks," I said then went silent making my way into Hilton's office. As soon as I opened the door his eyes snapped up to meet mine.

" Who are you? How did you get in here? are you lost?" He questioned.

"Nobody," I said simply as I made my way over to his desk and sat down in the chairs facing him.

" Well, I asked you what you are doing here, and why so late at night," he said. 

"I have a purpose that you don't need to know about. But I do have a question is that alright?" I said staring into his eyes from across the desk.

"Fine, whatever," he said folding his arms over his chest.

"How does a man of your status and wealth have this huge company that brings in millions still want more? hmm," I questioned Raising my eyes and brows.

" I'm not sure what you mean, and if you don't leave, I'm calling security," He stated. I could tell he was getting nervous from the raise of his brows to his fidgeting in his seat. Not the confident businessman now. 

" Go ahead they won't answer I made sure of that before coming in here. Anyway, I'll get to the point, I'm talking about selling and trading drugs Mr. Hilton," I declared. I like teasing my prey, seeing them squirm and sweat made the finished product so much more sweat in my opinion.

"Young lady I don't know why you have decided to pull this little prank, but it is getting old, so kindly please leave," his voice broke, and my smirk got bigger. I walked over to his desk dragging my pointer finger along with the desk as I go. I grabbed the hilt of my gun and brought it out of its holder that was snuggly attached to my thigh. He tried reaching for a drawer, but I grabbed a clump of air and slammed his face into the desk trapping his arm behind his back. " No, no, no that is how this game goes Hilton," I said with a little giggle putting the base of my gun at the back of his head with the silencer pushing into his skull. 

"Please don't do this, I'll get outta the drug business I promise," He pleaded.

"Do you know how much money I'm getting paid for this, hmm? Too much to care for your pleading that for sure" I leaned in close to his ear and stood back. I pulled the Tigger make the gun go off and sprayed blood all over his worksheets. I set his back up in an upright position and saw a bullet-sized hole in his head showing brain matter, and blood.