Cadence

3. Secrets

Cadence:

I guess it's time I told you what I actually do to earn enough money to pay for the house I live in. I'm an assassin. Yes I know, big shock. But it pays well and to be completely honest I'm highly skilled at it. Now before anyone makes assumptions I do not kill innocent people, I kill human traffickers, rapists, and the male and female scum that murder innocent children for their own entertainment.

In the past year I've killed a total of 500 rapists and 400 human traffickers, all of them apart of the government. Sick I know. I work with a company called Checkers Limited, to the public we sell pens. But in private we kill the evil rats running around the city we live in. My boss Hope Snider is a gorgeous woman. She's the top of the league when it come to killing people. Recently famous in our line of work for slicing the throat of senator Mike Swallsbery, now he was an evil bastard, known for sacrificing children and drinking their blood as part of a ritual.

I'm apart of a team Hope, Jules and Ben. Funnily enough Jules and Ben joined here because of me. I bailed on them one night to complete an assignment I had been given and they followed me, watching me snipe a guy in the head and asked a gazillion questions. They questioned my sanity, but once I told them I was helping to save young children and traumatised adults, they wanted in.

Coming back to the present, I'm currently standing in front of my new favourite room in my house. My play room. It sits at the very bottom of the house filled with all types of weapons you could dream of. Rifles, samurai swords, Pistols, Butcher knifes, machetes, Snipers, Assault Rifles and other torture items.

The one weapon this place doesn't have is grenades, after what happened here I refuse to use any form of fire starters. Since that night, fire has become a trigger of mine. It's silly because I have to deal with killing people and that usually comes with fire, but I'm terrified of it. And I'll admit that confidently. I mean, anyone would after seeing their parents burnt corpses on the ground, well what little was left of them anyway. I will never get those images out of my head. Ever.

Anyway, enough story time. Tonight I've been given the opportunity to prove my worth to the company and so, I'll be ridding the world of another mentally deranged asshole. Mr Cillian Crosby known for raping little girls in abandoned houses. We've been watching him for weeks, finding out his favourite place to drink, eat, sleep, even shit. We know everything there is to his pathetic little life. And now I'm going to end it.

Grabbing a sniper and one of my samurai swords from their shelves in the weapons room, I walk up the stairs and into my room. Changing out of my clothes from the day I go into my wardrobe and get out a pair of ripped black jeans and a tight black top. Going into another drawer I get out my combat boots. Once all dressed I get a duffel bag from the top shelf in my wardrobe and walk downstairs to the kitchen. Putting my gun and sword in the bag I grab a knife from one of the kitchen drawers putting it in my back pocket I begin to leave my house. Turning off all the light on the way out then locking the front door. Walking to my car, I get in and gently place the bag in the backseat. Opening the glove box in front of the passenger seat I open the brown envelope inside. Staring at the location with a smile on my face I drop the envelope back into the glove box and reverse out of my drive way.

Driving through the city streets, I see many drunk people out and about on the paths laughing and stumbling around on their feet. Completely oblivious to the assassin driving past them ready for her next target. Arriving at my destination I unbuckle my seatbelt and grab my duffle back and the black cap I forgot I left in here two nights ago. Putting the cap on with my duffle bag slung over my arm I begin to walk into the motel. Delcardriox owned by the Italian mafia, it's not one of their finest buildings but they have many so this one is the least of their problems. Walking through the building and up to the front desk I book room 211. Now this is specific for what I have planned. So it has to be this room.