The Knife In My Hand

Chapter Fifteen, Out The Window

Point Of View - Elma Farfalla Bianchi

      "Hm, this black jacket will work." I mumbled to myself. I put on the black leather jacket that matches with my black skinny jeans. Going out of my walk-in closet and opening the door to my bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror and lifting up different white earnings to match my silk white shirt. Lifting up a set of silver stud butterfly earnings. Looking at myself in the mirror. "These fit my outfit well." I told myself out loud. Now my eyes are now closing onto my chest where my black bra sees through my white silk dress shirt.

      B-u-z-z, b-u-z-z, I hear my phone go off on my bed. Walking out of the bathroom and picking up my silver colored G-Phone T7. Picking up my phone and looking at the caller ID. It's Brooklyn, she must be here already. Pushing the red accept button on my phone. "You're here already?" I asked while going back into my closet looking for the right bag to bring.

      "Yes, I am just about to block the security cameras, Sis." Brooklyn informed me as I heard her typing in the background.

      "This bag will work perfectly and now the shoes!" Now grabbing the black mini backpack and looking at the few shoes that I brought back with me from base.

      "You Don't Have Any Shoes On Yet!" I hear Brooklyn yell and quickly move the phone away from my ear.

       Sitting down on the floor and putting on some black flats. "Now I do have shoes on!" I used my normal voice as I finished putting on my right shoe.

      "Ok, the cameras are down now." Brooklyn told me immediately as I was grabbing a couple more things.

      "See ya in ten-ish!" I yelled into the phone and hung up.

      Double check I have my knives, my wallet, my phone, wired headphones, my gloves and the cable. Opening the window, pulling it in. I set up the wire tying it to the bolt I had made earlier in the wall outside the window. Peaking my head out to the left, I see the gutter and the bolt. Letting go of one of my points of contact but still have three points. I double check that my thick gloves are strapped tight around my wrist. The gloves are custom made so I don't damage my hands while going up and down the metal wire.

      Climbing down the wire and jumping off of it about three feet in the air from the ground. Once on the ground I crouch down on the green grass. Looking to the right and left of me, I see a lovely garden around me. Now on the pathway heading towards the fence in the distance. I hear footsteps, Diving into the bush behind me. Waiting for the guard to turn the corner of the house. Peaking my head out, I see the coast is clear.

      Now over the fence and about five minutes away from the house in the dark woods. Turning on my phone to see where Brooklyn has dropped the pin. So, she can pick me up. "Ok, about a half mile away from here." I mumbled to myself but also rolled my eyes. Being quiet is hard because you keep stepping on twigs. Stopping for a minute and plugging my headphones into my phone. Putting the earbuds in my ears and going to my phone to click my playlist.

      "Ug, How Long Have I Been Walking!" I yell out not caring about people hearing me. I stomped my foot out of anger. "Y-e-s-s!" I yell out again but not in anger but joy to see Brooklyn on her phone leaning on a black RA4.

      When she finally lifted her head to see me, she asked. "Did you get lost?"

      "Duda!" I told her waving my arms in the air and staring straight into her brown eyes. Brooklyn just acted like she didn't see me like thirty feet away. I know she saw me because we are both assassins and Brooklyn is one of the best assassins in the world with her twin brother.