Killing you Would be Easy

Chapter 1

"And there should be a cold front coming in by mid- day, with a high of 34° and a low of 30°... Now back to you Jeff..." I hear a female voice say through my radio. Reluctantly I roll over and turn it off. I lift my heavy eyelids and try to get out of bed but with no prevail. I groan. I, was never a morning person. Maybe I'll just stay here a little longer...

20 minutes later I roll myself out of bed fed up with not being able to go back to sleep and the nagging thought that I should have been up by now. I grab my robe from the edge of the bed and head to the kitchen to make some tea. I sort through my options which are limited to 'peppermint' and 'apple spice'. I definitely need to go food shopping today.

I go to the bathroom while I wait for the water to boil. Wash my hands, brush my teeth, wipe some cleansing wash over the pores in my nose, and the rest of my morning routine. I look at my reflection and gosh do I look wiped. My clear hazel eyes look a little dull today. There are rings under my eyes and my hair is a mess. I run a brush through it, and remind myself to apply concealer later. I feel as tired as I look. Half my body aches and I feel like I'm drained of energy although I just woke up. I know that's all part of the job though. Chasing badass people will do that to you. I sigh and hear the kettle whistle so I go turn it off and mix my tea. Sipping my 'apple spice' I think of all I've done this past month. I've traveled to India, found and killed Ishman Sajid who was in charge of a major human trafficking corporation, found information on project blackout held in China which was a huge business scam and of utmost importance to the ILJ ( I don't know why) and busted 20 drug dealers in 4 weeks. Getting to Ishman Sajid was the hardest I remember. I shuddered remembering how I was almost placed on a ship as an official prostitute on my way to Egypt. No way I'd be anyones prostitute and I'd had too many bad experiences in Egypt. I sighed in content just glad to be home, here in New York City in my relatively safe in my condo.

Two hours later I'm getting ready to go food shopping. I heard the weather station it's freakin freezing and I don't play cute so I'm layering up. I put on a beige turtle neck with a teardrop hole placed under the collar, black cardigan, over the knee socks, black skinny jeans and my ugly, but warm black boots. I get my Louis Vuitton 'Neverfull MM' and pack 200 dollars, magazines, my keys, and some other random stuff. Like a dog whistle for instance, you never know... I fix my hair in the hall mirror and take out my concealer stick. I brush mascara over my thick eyelashes and smile to myself because I look allot better then I did this morning. Let's see, am I missing... I think to myself.

I place a pocket knife in my coat pocket, and a Beretta military M9 pistol in my right boot fully loaded. I make sure all my guns are loaded anytime I leave my residence because you never know when there will be a state of emergency. Then, I grab my down coat and dark sunglasses to hide my eyes and leave.

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I know it's short! Sorry I'm just starting out and was trying

to figure out where to cut the chapter *shrugs* well anyway I'll be

updating and please leave your comments if you've read! Tips

what I could do different ect... =) also, I'll be editing so uh... yeah