THE CURSE

Chapter One: The Secret

"you're a psychopath."

"I prefer creative."-Becca Flitzpatrick

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I eyed the middle aged man over my pistol, which conveniently was pointed directly at his head. He couldn't see me yet which meant I still had a chance to let him live, depending on how this went. Tonights goal for the mission was to get the files in Robert Bueports desk. Turns out we forgot about both security and the locks. Sometimes Jacks stupidity impresses me. Jack, was our leader and in charge of Compound West, our supernatural problem solving company. Yes the supernatural exist and yes we are a major pain in many peoples anuses.

 Today we found out that Robert the man I have a gun aimed at is hiding files on the rogue packs. To clear a few things up, Rogues are the lowest of most supernaturals and have been banished from wolf packs. Either for murder or acting out, once a rogue it's nearly impossible to rejoin a pack. So, in a way of finding control the rogues made their own pack, after a banished Beta took over as their Alpha. A Beta is a werewolves packs second in command, while an Alpha is like the king. Every wolf would lay down their life to protect their Alpha, and Luna. A Luna is like the glue, they will tend to the baby pups and will help the pack grow and learn to become stronger and bind everyone together. 

I pray for every unlucky person who has that duty. 

Finally I grew annoyed, "Jeff, spill some beans I'm bored." I grumbled into our headset. I brushed back the wisps of hair that left my ballerina bun underneath my hood. To keep our identities concealed we wore both masks and hoods, which was more convenient when hair didn't escape my robe. 

finally he responded, "You're always bored ma fille." Jeff's french accent was heavy and thick, so I knew he was concentrated. 

"Ugh, Peter will you sing a song or some stupid crap again?" I complained. 

"Shut your mouth." He ground out.

"Alarik?" I asked, but he just grunted back. "Alright that's enough, I'm going in." I stood quickly and pulled my mask up. If none of the men here had the guts to take the files then I would.

"Don't you dare enter that office Zero!" Jeff nearly shouted at the same time Peter screeched.

"If you blow this I'm not getting you ice cream later." 

"I want Lemon Raspberry, and you're paying for it." I giggled like a little girl before swinging my body over the ledge and into the building next door. I only hoped Robert had left the building.

The window I flung myself into shattered into shards smaller than my fingers and I smiled at my damage. I ran into the office and left the window glass on the porch in shards. I was met with Robert and a rifle, which he shakily held with one hand, a briefcase in the other. Now, we would have to kill him, oh well the information he's protecting could kill thousands.

"Back away, I will shoot." Roberts arms shook as he tried to hold a tough demeanor. 

"Dude I'll shoot too you dummy, why else would I be here?" I scoffed. "You spies really are stupid you know?" 

"Zero, don't shoot. Theres about a dozen armed soldiers outside the office and they have surrounded the hallway, Robert has them waiting." Jeff grunted and a thud followed over the earpiece. "You stupid girl, you're going to get us killed." He muttered, not caring that I could hear.

I let my gun fall to my side, as I sat on his desk. The wood was uncomfortable and scratched my bottom. "Ugh, apparently your soldiers are outside and I'm not supposed to shoot." I groaned and there my head back. I heard a loud thud and felt pressure on my chest, I huffed out a painful breath as I saw Robert shot. "You butthole! Im already on my period and now my shirt has a hole in it!" I looked down at my bulletproof vest that successfully protected me from the piece of metal that I quickly yanked off my body. I had hidden it well under my clothes. My new black shirt was ruined however, and a giant hole was next to my left breast. "You almost shot my titty!" I screeched and pointed my gun.