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Looking at the note in hand, leaving his rather extravagant building. I hop back into my beauty of a car before adding my black prada sunglasses.
I take no rush in getting to the place I need to be, going the longest route for a peaceful drive.
Glancing at myself in the mirror, I leave my car and call my colleague. My forever friend.
It doesn't take Alison long to answer, finding out she's in the mission too. Thanks for letting me know Landon.
Telling her to meet me outside, I see the front doors opening onto her. Any excuse to dress up, she will. I let out a light chuckle as she struggles to walk in the long dress.
"What are you laughing at, you little bitch?"
Kindness is clearly her middle name as you can see. You've got to love her.
"That dress... isn't a little long?" I say chuckling again.
"Well Miss Smarty Pants, I haven't noticed so thank you for pointing it out. It's not like I already tripped on the way in, hitting a man so he fucking fell on top of me but other than that my 10 minutes of being here has been lovely."
"You made a man fall on top of you?"
"He looked like he was in his 60's, his wife was standing next to him. I'm not even into that age." She probably is, Ali is bloody spicy.
"Anyway let's, grab a glass of whatever and murder some bitches."
"YAY!" She screams, making others look towards us.
"Ali, be quiet you fucking lunatic. I said murder. Shhh." I whisper.
"Yay!" She whisper-shouts.
We finally make our way into the event, not much security. Make it a fucking challenge.
A waiter comes up to us, allowing us to both get a glass of champagne from his tray.
"Why thank you, kind sir." She says to which I roll my eyes.
"What? Rich people talk like that."
"Alison. We are rich people." I look towards her.
"You know what I mean."
Looking around the room to see if I recognise anyone from a few photos I had on the note Landon gave me, I notice a balcony above us that we ought to check out.
I group beside us catches our attention when we hear loud laughing. A nice, joyous laugh.
Turning around I'm met with a young woman, her back to me laughing her head off as her champagne spills a little out her glass as she moves.
She wore a lilac, satin flowy dress. It came to just above her ankle and wore high chunky heels. Her hair tied in a loose bun, many stray curls cascading around her head. Looking more in detail at her gorgeous figure, I notice a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. So simple yet fit her so well. So beautiful and that ass-
"Hello? Earth to Davina?" Alison shouts while waving her hand in my face.
"Yes, yes. Sorry."
"You like that one do you, hmm?"
Ignoring her comment I decide to take lead to the stairs, looking for our victims.
A crowd next to me were me were drinking and dancing, after another look I found them in there. All of the four people.
Two couples, someone had got in touch with Landon then hired us to kill them. Any reason? No idea, but I don't give a shit so it's okay. I'm getting payed after all.
"Alison they're there." I tell her pointing to them so she knew exactly.
"Right, okay. So what is the plan?" She asks.
"We need to figure that part out."
After ten minutes of planning we decided to wait until they go downstairs with the others to the musical show. This way, there's more people so harder to see what's going on in such a large crowd.
And that's how it went, just as planned. Staying on the balcony for higher ground.
We stood somewhere that we had a perfect view while the crowd wouldn't see us, perfect.
Taking out our guns that had a silencer, we got ready. Sometimes it's just a waiting game.
Headshots. Perfect.
People around them we screaming as the now dead we're lifelessly falling into people.
The shots were still rather loud but no one saw it coming. So we climbed out of the window and went back to the packing lot where many were running to get to their cars.
Mission complete.
Saying a goodbye to Alison, we got into our cars and left. That was too easy but it'll all go to Landon if people find out.
While driving, I just couldn't help but think of that woman again. She was gorgeous. Well I only saw her back, but see did have a rather sexy ass.
She probably lives in a mansion somewhere living off Daddy's money. I mean, it's the rich that go to events like that? I wonder.
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A/N: Hey, I'm so sorry for taking so long but I have recognised that people are reading it so I should probably, definitely update it.
If your interested, I'm writing a vampire story that has a chapter so far published. (My Crimson Rival)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter even though it was a little shorter than not normal which I apologise for.
